[ the second it felt like his bond had a suffocating bag over her head, and consequently his own, eren knew something was wrong. as if the fires breaking out in aefenglom weren’t enough, suspiciously enough, people go missing. no citizens, only mirrorbound. the trip back from dorchacht was a swift one, and there he searched every nook of the house. every spot that still had her taste in the city. no lex, no peridot. only lapis. caster, gone, with no way to ask of lex through a second thread. asura, dany— and their respective bonds all felt the same way.
a smothered flame that was not gone from this world, or left their mirrors shattered. their scents and tastes were as easy to trail as tracking in the rain (a difficult task when any particles are stifled to nothing). occasionally, pain seared inside him, as if parts were being jostled and sprained into places they shouldn’t be. the way flesh would burn when removing the protection skin provides. it all comes and goes and eren wishes, dreadfully, to keep the connection, claw for it before it slipped through his talons to send something, anything back. a sign. the power his blood oozed, the strength of the mind, the unbreakable devil within each being. she would survive, and so would the others, for this was nothing but a fool’s retribution to strangers tainting their homes and bringing feared misfortune when they can’t even save their own dying world.
the coven seeks to reprimand the kidnappers and administer the justice they have full right to, over their own citizens. fair enough, and eren couldn’t give even less of a damn what aefenglom did to its people at this point. they were searching, and they would be found. what you do in this life, you ultimately pay for it. he won’t ridicule the ones responsible for this, this time— he’s truly no different than them. but? but. it doesn’t mean he doesn’t think of terrible, awful, no good, very bad things happening to the ones that did all the poking and tearing.
he’d be stuck in this vicious cycle after all, wouldn’t he? perhaps only staying his hand to ultimately keep their chances of returning in the first place intact. there’s a bit of a pit in eren’s stomach, a hole dug deep that puts his interest ahead of the others, but again, wasn’t everyone the same way? if he had to trample talam to return to paradis, he would throw this and everyone he’s known away. bonds, friends, comrades, all included.
but until then, he hasn’t quite thrown in the towel of abandonment. calmly, his thoughts ring, and he hopes lex gets a clean shot at the fucker’s head, no better than the man who fed his aunt alive to famished dogs.
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a smothered flame that was not gone from this world, or left their mirrors shattered. their scents and tastes were as easy to trail as tracking in the rain (a difficult task when any particles are stifled to nothing). occasionally, pain seared inside him, as if parts were being jostled and sprained into places they shouldn’t be. the way flesh would burn when removing the protection skin provides. it all comes and goes and eren wishes, dreadfully, to keep the connection, claw for it before it slipped through his talons to send something, anything back. a sign. the power his blood oozed, the strength of the mind, the unbreakable devil within each being. she would survive, and so would the others, for this was nothing but a fool’s retribution to strangers tainting their homes and bringing feared misfortune when they can’t even save their own dying world.
the coven seeks to reprimand the kidnappers and administer the justice they have full right to, over their own citizens. fair enough, and eren couldn’t give even less of a damn what aefenglom did to its people at this point. they were searching, and they would be found. what you do in this life, you ultimately pay for it. he won’t ridicule the ones responsible for this, this time— he’s truly no different than them. but? but. it doesn’t mean he doesn’t think of terrible, awful, no good, very bad things happening to the ones that did all the poking and tearing.
he’d be stuck in this vicious cycle after all, wouldn’t he? perhaps only staying his hand to ultimately keep their chances of returning in the first place intact. there’s a bit of a pit in eren’s stomach, a hole dug deep that puts his interest ahead of the others, but again, wasn’t everyone the same way? if he had to trample talam to return to paradis, he would throw this and everyone he’s known away. bonds, friends, comrades, all included.
but until then, he hasn’t quite thrown in the towel of abandonment. calmly, his thoughts ring, and he hopes lex gets a clean shot at the fucker’s head, no better than the man who fed his aunt alive to famished dogs.