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 theβjoke? test?βmoment 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'dβΒ 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 theyβre in this weird little cup, itβs 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, Iβd be glad.
[ he might not be a good teacher, he hasnβt taught long enough to know if he was, but heβs 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. erenβs 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. ]
Iβd love itβ [ like he loved all of this right now?! wetting his lips with a flicking tongue, forked tip between his teeth, he adds: ] Earlier wasnβt 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'reβΒ 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 monthsβit'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 justβΒ 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-CanβΒ I need a drink.
[ jonas is babbling restlessly and, hello, operator iβd like to a report an emergency: itβs been years since eren hasnβt smiled so much. it doesnβt. cease!!! it doesnβt go away. it just gets all the more softer and courteous and, hand clapping is an addictive thing heβs not really going to stop doing, is he. no. he may not ultimately realize where the excitability comes from until itβs said, and even then his fondness only rises like the thumping in his ears.
βlive a littleβ, they said to him. mikleo, elliot, sokieβ and more. he hasnβt 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 couldnβt say it wasnβt great.
what a life, if he had the freedom to live one like this. ]
βSure.
[ 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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I'dβΒ 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, Iβd be glad.
[ he might not be a good teacher, he hasnβt taught long enough to know if he was, but heβs 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. erenβs 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. ]
Iβd love itβ [ like he loved all of this right now?! wetting his lips with a flicking tongue, forked tip between his teeth, he adds: ] Earlier wasnβt okay, though. You can be honest with me.
[ thatβs 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'reβΒ 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 monthsβit'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 justβΒ 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-CanβΒ I need a drink.
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βlive a littleβ, they said to him. mikleo, elliot, sokieβ and more. he hasnβt 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 couldnβt say it wasnβt great.
what a life, if he had the freedom to live one like this. ]
βSure.
[ jonas will lose a hand, but only so that he could pour them some extra shots of whiskey. they could cheers to that. ]