[ the dark blue of a sunrise still meant to be may be attempting a push through the charged clouds in the sky. the month had a hefty amount of showers on and off in the day, making it difficult for eren to walk about without protective gear (enchanted clothes that repel water even through the hood and seams).
he can’t seem to find many shoes to fit his feet in that he’d find comfortable, looking more like the hind legs of a beast rather than those of a man (slowly, he’s having to transition from a normal walk to walking on the balls of them— it’s still a little awkward and moist floors don’t help).
with one leg propped up, knee close to his chest and the other bent sideways, eren only shifts his weight and the pendant he kept between his hands, tangling them into his fingers and claws until a simple clasp and hold it, dangling silver chains swimming across the scales of the top of his hands. she’s awake now, and invites him in. he would’ve knocked on her window, but. no. not today. she’ll come when she wanted to.
he speaks honesty in a quietened tone, and carefully, lets his feelings leak— but he doesn’t quite look at her, a heavy anchor weighing his thoughts down and unsure of what to really feel beyond the scattered upset, the rebounds of ferocious resolve and pained hope. ]
When the rain comes. [ a drop hits his nose, and he startles, glancing upward with even longer strands of hair that fall like silk. well, damn, thanks weather. less than a minute it was, and you could see the small slump in his shoulders. he wanted to stay out here. the fresh air helped.
he’s coming, slowly crawling from the roof to the side of the house, them twisting through the window.]
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he can’t seem to find many shoes to fit his feet in that he’d find comfortable, looking more like the hind legs of a beast rather than those of a man (slowly, he’s having to transition from a normal walk to walking on the balls of them— it’s still a little awkward and moist floors don’t help).
with one leg propped up, knee close to his chest and the other bent sideways, eren only shifts his weight and the pendant he kept between his hands, tangling them into his fingers and claws until a simple clasp and hold it, dangling silver chains swimming across the scales of the top of his hands. she’s awake now, and invites him in. he would’ve knocked on her window, but. no. not today. she’ll come when she wanted to.
he speaks honesty in a quietened tone, and carefully, lets his feelings leak— but he doesn’t quite look at her, a heavy anchor weighing his thoughts down and unsure of what to really feel beyond the scattered upset, the rebounds of ferocious resolve and pained hope. ]
When the rain comes. [ a drop hits his nose, and he startles, glancing upward with even longer strands of hair that fall like silk. well, damn, thanks weather. less than a minute it was, and you could see the small slump in his shoulders. he wanted to stay out here. the fresh air helped.
he’s coming, slowly crawling from the roof to the side of the house, them twisting through the window.]