[ you’ve only made it in life when you’ve died, ask eren!!!! while the dragon can’t quite come up with anything to retaliate, he does chuckle. a breathy one that shows hasn’t had much exercise in having an outgoing chortle that could be heard from all. the way his lips pull up shows that he really should smile more, a reminder that only came to peck at him when he’d expect less.
it’s okay to stay elbow to elbow, isn’t it? ]
What kind of scraps?
[ it piques his interest enough to rewind to it, as well as making a silent call that he agreed. jonas jaeger is absolutely correct: eren was wrong in not coming out and they’re having a fantastic time he didn’t want to get rid of, with or without the urging of a red cometfly. it’s been a while since he’s just hung around someone— chill, as the modern folks say. ]
(more than okay. they both benefit, jonas leeching heat where he'd been so frigid before. it's perfectly comfortable, allowing him to relax out of his awkward tension.)
If people stepped to me and got in my face, or whatever... like, you'd have to shove 'em away or way more physical if they chose to keep harassing you. (those guys were a dime a dozen, all talk with nothing to back it up. a few of his "friends" were in serious tussles, though. ones he witnessed and wisely tried to break up before someone called the cops.) I've really never been in any real fights, nobody actually wanted to follow through. Thankfully.
I have hurt someone bad... even if I didn't want to. That was– it was one-sided on my end. Not proud of it.
(a shrug, because it is what it is now. there's no changing that.) I'm just freaked out people I know here might get into some trouble and I won't know what to do about it. That's why I'm gonna' try to learn, I guess. On top of the magic and stuff, which... only goes so far, you know what I mean?
I can get that more than anyone. [ especially having far less than zero pride in hurting people. it’s all he’s done recently and all he seems he could do, given the circumstance— he just couldn’t regret it, and doesn’t look back to.
the need to help would’ve sparked either way, if he hadn’t been stained with red and his scales equally colorful enough to peacock the entire time they sit, but the urge bubbles enough that it skyrockets from his chest and makes him eager. lightbulb! 💡 ]
What do you feel about self defense? Not just magic, I mean, [ if he grabbed his collar, he’d get the idea. eren’s talons clip and compact the fabric of his sweater into a fistful of presage that doesn’t quite match his expression. some boom some draconic fucking danger there for less than half a second before he’s very quick to let go, otherwise, smoothing down the wrinkles . . . yes ] physically.
[ 👀 yes ]
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(jonas barely has time to form another thought, arm coming up like a bar across a barrel chest to stop eren's lean that scares the next breath out of him in a sharp exhale. with claws like a vice in the front of his hoodie, his eyes shut tight with a tilt of his head in anticipation of a strike to the face or body, which proves very quickly and very obviously that he has little to no fighting experience.)
J-Jesus! (patted at, tugged sweater flattened by eren seeing to the new, rumpled state of him, jonas grabs at talons with a tightening of fingers.) What– what do I feel about it? Not good, so– what the hell was that?
(there's not much more to say, when they're in such close proximity, finding it difficult to swallow when his face gets as tomato red as it does. out of embarrassment, flustered, yes; less out of fear now than before. maybe he's not cut out for physical fights, even if his stature says the opposite. jonas has to focus instead on flashy scales that betray how the dragon's feeling.
they calm him out of his momentary panic.)
... oh, dick move, man. (time to laugh this off wheezily like it never! happened!) But point taken; I clearly don't know how to defend myself.
[ the recoil was powerful enough to knock eren emotionally backwards. flying. boom! to a wall. the moe in jonas is too fucking strong for him and it all backfired in a way that the intention whiplashes the dragon straight in the gut.
something in his chest aches deep and he wishes he hadn’t gotten so enthusiastic about eleven times now that he’s smoothing the witch’s shoulder for the fourth time, in his head. ]
—It was. [ like a massive. dick. move. with both sides faltering, seeing through to a recovery was in sights and eren grabs for the opportunity like water in a desert. ] I’m— sorry, I, [ this is about to look increasingly shoujou— eren doesn’t think twice to clap his hand freely around human fingers gripping for his claws. unable to get the flinch out of repeating in his head, he claps again, this time in a more companion-like one-two over the top of his hand. firm shake. you’re good. you’re okay, and most important of all: ] wouldn’t hurt you.
[ he wouldn’t hope to ever create the circumstance. satan, be gone with those thoughts, you’re unwelcome here. ]
I wanted— [ he swallows dry. he swallows goddamn dry that not even faking the sound of his throat clearing would help how thick it felt, but the staring, believe it or not, brings him some ease. something soft at the back of his mind tells him that staring at a colorful display is a promising thing. maybe in the end, it all worked toward success, but he’d rather have it without the scare. it doesn’t taste good. ] I could teach you, if you want.
Hey, I know, It's okay. (it's not, but jonas doesn't have the right amount of self-esteem to be able to rally against it. eren seems genuinely regretful, which makes the—joke? test?—moment tenser than he meant to make it, which is why his fingers loosen around talons to revel how warm their are over the back of his own hand.)
I'd– honestly, I really think I need to... at least try to learn. (confidence... waning.) You'd really be down for that? Like... it wouldn't suck for you, would it?
(eren's generously offering training and here jonas is waffling. he's never been one to make bold, decisive plans, but maybe it's time he tried it out. his date seems receptive if their handholding is any indication, they're getting along, and despite the scare he seems like a nice enough guy. why not?)
[ oh, holding,,,,, hands, now. by the time he realizes that his weight has settled and they’re in this weird little cup, it’s too late to retreat any of his fingers beyond a safe little curl. this is fine. this is actually excellent. the fuzz-buzz in his belly is pleasant and. ]
I had a good teacher. If I could pass on some of what she did, I’d be glad.
[ he might not be a good teacher, he hasn’t taught long enough to know if he was, but he’s given some pointers here and there. couple it with magic, and a witch might be able to do some gnarly things with something as simple as takedown or mount. eren’s worried fizz deflates enough to have a conciliatory smile replace most of the nervous energy. vibrating inside and even feeling his ribs hum with each beat, his thumb brushes once. brushes a second!! a fidgety sort of movement that has too much spirit to hold. ]
I’d love it— [ like he loved all of this right now?! wetting his lips with a flicking tongue, forked tip between his teeth, he adds: ] Earlier wasn’t okay, though. You can be honest with me.
(seems to realize how close they are and where their hands are clasped in solidarity when eren's thumb brushes at skin, ears and cheeks immediately darkening with the burn of blood. oh lord, they're– oh boy. this really is a date, isn't it. he's on a date with a dragon man a solid foot taller than him, all wings, spines, and scales. swallows thickly, trying to find his chill again.
focus on the words coming out of eren's mouth.)
Then, uh. (out of his fucking element and enjoying the fluttery nervousness in his gut that reminds him he hasn't done something quite this normal in months—it's, dare he say it, nice.) Then, yes. Yeah, I'm in.
I was a little freaked out, but that's par for the course here. I think I'm just– well, you know. I've never been in any real danger before, until Aefenglom. It wasn't okay, it really wasn't, though... I should learn how to become okay with it. Does that make sense? I don't know what I'm saying anymore, my neurons have all fired and died and I am still holding your hands.
(oohhhhhhhhh nooooooooo)
God, Jesus Christ, I am the most embarrassing person in any dimension. C-Can– I need a drink.
[ jonas is babbling restlessly and, hello, operator i’d like to a report an emergency: it’s been years since eren hasn’t smiled so much. it doesn’t. cease!!! it doesn’t go away. it just gets all the more softer and courteous and, hand clapping is an addictive thing he’s not really going to stop doing, is he. no. he may not ultimately realize where the excitability comes from until it’s said, and even then his fondness only rises like the thumping in his ears.
“live a little”, they said to him. mikleo, elliot, sokie— and more. he hasn’t had a sound, normal young adult experience in who knows how long or even never. even if cometflies had been the one to give him the push, the rest? the rest was sought after. he couldn’t say it wasn’t great.
what a life, if he had the freedom to live one like this. ]
—Sure.
[ jonas will lose a hand, but only so that he could pour them some extra shots of whiskey. they could cheers to that. ]
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it’s okay to stay elbow to elbow, isn’t it? ]
What kind of scraps?
[ it piques his interest enough to rewind to it, as well as making a silent call that he agreed. jonas jaeger is absolutely correct: eren was wrong in not coming out and they’re having a fantastic time he didn’t want to get rid of, with or without the urging of a red cometfly. it’s been a while since he’s just hung around someone— chill, as the modern folks say. ]
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If people stepped to me and got in my face, or whatever... like, you'd have to shove 'em away or way more physical if they chose to keep harassing you. (those guys were a dime a dozen, all talk with nothing to back it up. a few of his "friends" were in serious tussles, though. ones he witnessed and wisely tried to break up before someone called the cops.) I've really never been in any real fights, nobody actually wanted to follow through. Thankfully.
I have hurt someone bad... even if I didn't want to. That was– it was one-sided on my end. Not proud of it.
(a shrug, because it is what it is now. there's no changing that.) I'm just freaked out people I know here might get into some trouble and I won't know what to do about it. That's why I'm gonna' try to learn, I guess. On top of the magic and stuff, which... only goes so far, you know what I mean?
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the need to help would’ve sparked either way, if he hadn’t been stained with red and his scales equally colorful enough to peacock the entire time they sit, but the urge bubbles enough that it skyrockets from his chest and makes him eager. lightbulb! 💡 ]
What do you feel about self defense? Not just magic, I mean, [ if he grabbed his collar, he’d get the idea. eren’s talons clip and compact the fabric of his sweater into a fistful of presage that doesn’t quite match his expression. some boom some draconic fucking danger there for less than half a second before he’s very quick to let go, otherwise, smoothing down the wrinkles . . . yes ] physically.
[ 👀 yes ]
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J-Jesus! (patted at, tugged sweater flattened by eren seeing to the new, rumpled state of him, jonas grabs at talons with a tightening of fingers.) What– what do I feel about it? Not good, so– what the hell was that?
(there's not much more to say, when they're in such close proximity, finding it difficult to swallow when his face gets as tomato red as it does. out of embarrassment, flustered, yes; less out of fear now than before. maybe he's not cut out for physical fights, even if his stature says the opposite. jonas has to focus instead on flashy scales that betray how the dragon's feeling.
they calm him out of his momentary panic.)
... oh, dick move, man. (time to laugh this off wheezily like it never! happened!) But point taken; I clearly don't know how to defend myself.
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something in his chest aches deep and he wishes he hadn’t gotten so enthusiastic about eleven times now that he’s smoothing the witch’s shoulder for the fourth time, in his head. ]
—It was. [ like a massive. dick. move. with both sides faltering, seeing through to a recovery was in sights and eren grabs for the opportunity like water in a desert. ] I’m— sorry, I, [ this is about to look increasingly shoujou— eren doesn’t think twice to clap his hand freely around human fingers gripping for his claws. unable to get the flinch out of repeating in his head, he claps again, this time in a more companion-like one-two over the top of his hand. firm shake. you’re good. you’re okay, and most important of all: ] wouldn’t hurt you.
[ he wouldn’t hope to ever create the circumstance. satan, be gone with those thoughts, you’re unwelcome here. ]
I wanted— [ he swallows dry. he swallows goddamn dry that not even faking the sound of his throat clearing would help how thick it felt, but the staring, believe it or not, brings him some ease. something soft at the back of his mind tells him that staring at a colorful display is a promising thing. maybe in the end, it all worked toward success, but he’d rather have it without the scare. it doesn’t taste good. ] I could teach you, if you want.
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I'd– honestly, I really think I need to... at least try to learn. (confidence... waning.) You'd really be down for that? Like... it wouldn't suck for you, would it?
(eren's generously offering training and here jonas is waffling. he's never been one to make bold, decisive plans, but maybe it's time he tried it out. his date seems receptive if their handholding is any indication, they're getting along, and despite the scare he seems like a nice enough guy. why not?)
I'm game if you are. Sounds pretty fun, actually.
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I had a good teacher. If I could pass on some of what she did, I’d be glad.
[ he might not be a good teacher, he hasn’t taught long enough to know if he was, but he’s given some pointers here and there. couple it with magic, and a witch might be able to do some gnarly things with something as simple as takedown or mount. eren’s worried fizz deflates enough to have a conciliatory smile replace most of the nervous energy. vibrating inside and even feeling his ribs hum with each beat, his thumb brushes once. brushes a second!! a fidgety sort of movement that has too much spirit to hold. ]
I’d love it— [ like he loved all of this right now?! wetting his lips with a flicking tongue, forked tip between his teeth, he adds: ] Earlier wasn’t okay, though. You can be honest with me.
[ that’s how marriage works ]
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(seems to realize how close they are and where their hands are clasped in solidarity when eren's thumb brushes at skin, ears and cheeks immediately darkening with the burn of blood. oh lord, they're– oh boy. this really is a date, isn't it. he's on a date with a dragon man a solid foot taller than him, all wings, spines, and scales. swallows thickly, trying to find his chill again.
focus on the words coming out of eren's mouth.)
Then, uh. (out of his fucking element and enjoying the fluttery nervousness in his gut that reminds him he hasn't done something quite this normal in months—it's, dare he say it, nice.) Then, yes. Yeah, I'm in.
I was a little freaked out, but that's par for the course here. I think I'm just– well, you know. I've never been in any real danger before, until Aefenglom. It wasn't okay, it really wasn't, though... I should learn how to become okay with it. Does that make sense? I don't know what I'm saying anymore, my neurons have all fired and died and I am still holding your hands.
(oohhhhhhhhh nooooooooo)
God, Jesus Christ, I am the most embarrassing person in any dimension. C-Can– I need a drink.
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“live a little”, they said to him. mikleo, elliot, sokie— and more. he hasn’t had a sound, normal young adult experience in who knows how long or even never. even if cometflies had been the one to give him the push, the rest? the rest was sought after. he couldn’t say it wasn’t great.
what a life, if he had the freedom to live one like this. ]
—Sure.
[ jonas will lose a hand, but only so that he could pour them some extra shots of whiskey. they could cheers to that. ]