[ (she got booty and curves and it’s diverting, how she moves 👌 )
even now when lex steps as their vanguard, and perhaps eren would admit it. it’s arousing 😳 the laughs thunders again, and boy would eren kill to have his maneuver gear, even a military rifle, he’s trained to shoot; for now, what he pulls from his holster by the pinky and curling his fingers steadily around the hilt and holes is a dagger, lined with carved stone across the knuckles. he’ll be rear guard.
he got it partially because of the blade (a fine piece for his hoard), and partially because of his time as the attack titan. he was a close ranged fighter, anyway. put two and two together, and he had a formidable punch to deal with.
the thing they see, though, slinking from behind the vines is so long it looks as demented as they thought; where there should be a face, the shape of one, at least, is a black slate of nothing. no mouth to sound a voice, no nose or eyes to look at them, even though the sleek slab is turned in their direction— just this thing that points at them and howls: a̡̮̱̪̼̻̩̖̠̱h͉̞͇̪̱̤̦̬̱͚ ̡̫͎͔͕͈̞͇̻͜H̲͕̥͎̫͉̞̺̞ͅA̧̪̙͈͇̮̞̞͚̯H̞͓͖͉̰̼̳̖̝̯!̢̢̮͇̦̬͉̯͇ͅ
its facelessness twists until a mask dawns upon nothing, an identical to the first person it sees, lex. from there, everything the monster does is in her likeness, from the way her head tilts to the way she shifts her weight and holds her gun. eren steps sideways, never taking his eyes off it and trying his best to study. the closer he gets and circles, the more the mimic follows, it’s mask flipping in a second. the face resembles eren, as does his movements.
what the fuck, indeed. ]
It doesn’t look infected.
[ it’s just WEIRD AF and makes him tense all over. this isn’t a good sign. ]
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even now when lex steps as their vanguard, and perhaps eren would admit it. it’s arousing 😳 the laughs thunders again, and boy would eren kill to have his maneuver gear, even a military rifle, he’s trained to shoot; for now, what he pulls from his holster by the pinky and curling his fingers steadily around the hilt and holes is a dagger, lined with carved stone across the knuckles. he’ll be rear guard.
he got it partially because of the blade (a fine piece for his hoard), and partially because of his time as the attack titan. he was a close ranged fighter, anyway. put two and two together, and he had a formidable punch to deal with.
the thing they see, though, slinking from behind the vines is so long it looks as demented as they thought; where there should be a face, the shape of one, at least, is a black slate of nothing. no mouth to sound a voice, no nose or eyes to look at them, even though the sleek slab is turned in their direction— just this thing that points at them and howls: a̡̮̱̪̼̻̩̖̠̱h͉̞͇̪̱̤̦̬̱͚ ̡̫͎͔͕͈̞͇̻͜H̲͕̥͎̫͉̞̺̞ͅA̧̪̙͈͇̮̞̞͚̯H̞͓͖͉̰̼̳̖̝̯!̢̢̮͇̦̬͉̯͇ͅ
its facelessness twists until a mask dawns upon nothing, an identical to the first person it sees, lex. from there, everything the monster does is in her likeness, from the way her head tilts to the way she shifts her weight and holds her gun. eren steps sideways, never taking his eyes off it and trying his best to study. the closer he gets and circles, the more the mimic follows, it’s mask flipping in a second. the face resembles eren, as does his movements.
what the fuck, indeed. ]
It doesn’t look infected.
[ it’s just WEIRD AF and makes him tense all over. this isn’t a good sign. ]