[ 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 hadnโt gotten so enthusiastic about eleven times now that heโs smoothing the witchโs shoulder for the fourth time, in his head. ]
โIt 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. ] Iโmโ sorry, I, [ this is about to look increasingly shoujouโ eren doesnโt 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. youโre good. youโre okay, and most important of all: ] wouldnโt hurt you.
[ he wouldnโt hope to ever create the circumstance. satan, be gone with those thoughts, youโre unwelcome here. ]
I wantedโ [ 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 heโd rather have it without the scare. it doesnโt 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 theโjoke? test?โmoment 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'dโย 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 theyโre in this weird little cup, itโs 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, Iโd be glad.
[ he might not be a good teacher, he hasnโt taught long enough to know if he was, but heโs 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. erenโs 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. ]
Iโd love itโ [ like he loved all of this right now?! wetting his lips with a flicking tongue, forked tip between his teeth, he adds: ] Earlier wasnโt 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'reโย 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 monthsโit'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 justโย 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-Canโย I need a drink.
[ jonas is babbling restlessly and, hello, operator iโd like to a report an emergency: itโs been years since eren hasnโt smiled so much. it doesnโt. cease!!! it doesnโt go away. it just gets all the more softer and courteous and, hand clapping is an addictive thing heโs not really going to stop doing, is he. no. he may not ultimately realize where the excitability comes from until itโs said, and even then his fondness only rises like the thumping in his ears.
โlive a littleโ, they said to him. mikleo, elliot, sokieโ and more. he hasnโt 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 couldnโt say it wasnโt great.
what a life, if he had the freedom to live one like this. ]
โSure.
[ 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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something in his chest aches deep and he wishes he hadnโt gotten so enthusiastic about eleven times now that heโs smoothing the witchโs shoulder for the fourth time, in his head. ]
โIt 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. ] Iโmโ sorry, I, [ this is about to look increasingly shoujouโ eren doesnโt 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. youโre good. youโre okay, and most important of all: ] wouldnโt hurt you.
[ he wouldnโt hope to ever create the circumstance. satan, be gone with those thoughts, youโre unwelcome here. ]
I wantedโ [ 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 heโd rather have it without the scare. it doesnโt taste good. ] I could teach you, if you want.
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I'dโย 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, Iโd be glad.
[ he might not be a good teacher, he hasnโt taught long enough to know if he was, but heโs 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. erenโs 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. ]
Iโd love itโ [ like he loved all of this right now?! wetting his lips with a flicking tongue, forked tip between his teeth, he adds: ] Earlier wasnโt okay, though. You can be honest with me.
[ thatโs 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'reโย 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 monthsโit'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 justโย 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-Canโย I need a drink.
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โlive a littleโ, they said to him. mikleo, elliot, sokieโ and more. he hasnโt 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 couldnโt say it wasnโt great.
what a life, if he had the freedom to live one like this. ]
โSure.
[ jonas will lose a hand, but only so that he could pour them some extra shots of whiskey. they could cheers to that. ]