[ focus, eren has to tell himself quite a few times as he patrols the outskirts of the wilder’s camp just outside of the city slums with lex. focus, because his eyes would wander up and down her frame every so often when he shouldn’t be. just because he was closer to the sister moons and their pull did not mean he couldn’t control himself— he has to tell himself that when the heat of his season rises with more potency and threatens to take his thoughts elsewhere when they should be here, volunteering.
you’re volunteering now, eren jaeger. he’s never had this problem at home, always completely held to tunnel vision, so this!! this was a challenge greater than keeping his anger in check. it was clear he liked her, but— there’s a time, and a place. not that eren plans things, he’s always one to let things flow where they must.
they ah-HAH they hear guffawing a short distance from their trekking gets him to shoot up and stare in that direction. if there was a smell, the faint scent of destroyed cwyld vines were masking it. ]
. . . There shouldn’t be people that far out.
[ neither should they be laughing. eren gives lex an attentive look before he’s gesturing to go towards the sound. yeah, he’s the character in horror movies that always dies first. ]
[ He's watching her. Lex can feel it, the warmth of his gaze and the faint distraction in his movements right after. What he's looking at, looking for, she doesn't know; isn't sure she cares, really. Maybe Eren's just looking to look, and the idea makes something delighted and happy bubble up in her, starting from her stomach and spreading.
Creepy laughter is not what Lex had been expecting out in the Wilde, and it detracts from the pleased feeling. It makes her scowl, makes one taloned hand carefully close around one of her guns. Dogmeat huffs at her side, sniffing; if he can scent anything more than the pair of them, he gives no indication and stays close. ]
If that's a person, it's a deranged one, [ she grumbles, pulling her shotgun out a little more. Whatever it is, they're out in the Wilde to keep people safe; they have to check it out. She nods back to Eren, then starts forward, taking the lead if only because she doesn't want to accidentally shoot him. (She doesn't think it would do very much to him, thanks to his scales, but she doesn't want to take that risk.)
The bits of growth, burned and trampled, leave just enough for something to hide behind. The laughter gets louder, reminds them that they're going the right way. Dogmeat growls, and Lex sees something move. ]
[ after messaging back and forth for the night, eren straps down when replies seem to do the same, pocketing his watch and getting comfortable: arm around lex, and face lost in her hair of smells and pleasantries. he’s tol. he can’t get down to her neck unless he was hunching.
his ripped shirt is a trophy as much as really weird to walk around with but it was the only thing he had. he’s not opposed to walking without one? it’s just the occasional chill from the city that bugs him. he pulls at fabric holes until it just rips more, and. well, no more shirt tonight.
[ It's comfortable like this, with Eren wrapped around her and Dogmeat curled up close. The dog is already asleep, less inclined to being the Watchdog when they were in a camp full of people. Lex is drowsy but not tired, and there's a little laugh when Eren shreds his shirt. It has her turn a little, lightly tugging him closer to share body heat.
There's a half-shrug at his question. ]
Two in the works, both with Witches; I trust them well enough. You?
Hey, it's Elliot. We talked after you and Eren found that strange creature?
Anyway, I asked around the Coven and a few other places separate from them. Sounds like people believe mimics to be fairytales, as in they don't exist. Some were more willing to believe in their existence than others...but not many.
[ While the Bond makes everything easier, he doesn't yet know how much easier. It's the hardest night, so he has to check on his Bonded and offer company. ]
[ between leaving the looking glass house and sending elliot off on his own way— eren was sure he didn’t quite want to go back to the cottage secured in the haven. to be honest, he almost didn’t want any sort of company at the moment.
luckily, that was only a part of him speaking, and not too much the loudest. it is why that, eventually, at an alarming yet quiet hour (four or five am), eren has taken shelter on lex’s roof. he doesn’t mind if she wakes up and comes, or stays where she sleeps. he, perhaps, just wants the coil of her bond from a distance that wasn’t so far off.
he’ll only allow what he feels to run free for her if she’s awake. if not, sentiments are held behind a faucet turned tight. ]
[ Lex rises when the sun does, most days. It's habit from living in the wastelands, from knowing that even if she isn't stirring, other things are. There are plenty of times where she's traveled at night, but the day is when most things are on the move. Today it's almost more difficult to wake up. She feels- comfortable. There's something there, just out of reach, something that feels... nice. She reaches for it instinctively, a soft yearning through the Bond, and that's when it registers.
That's Eren, and he's close. It helps spur her out of bed, out of the coziness that his presence has helped pull her into. She sleeps clothed, though she's not usually in her armor inside the city anymore. The window is opened and Lex peers her head out, then up. ]
You can come in, if you want, [ she offers - offers him in, like she's offered him in so many times before. ]
[When the message comes in, it's immediately obvious that Hiccup doesn't sound as chipper as usual (hasn't been feeling as chipper, since the dream of the Black City), but he's making the effort.] Hey, it's, uh. It's me. I just wanted to let you know I've just about finalized Dogmeat's armor. I can bring it by for a final fitting and adjustments whenever you're free.
[Not knowing for sure what to get Lex, she will receive a box of homemade cookies of various flavors! What underfed post-apocalyptic world survivor wouldn't love free cookies right???]
[ Over the festivities, where the time (and stars) are right, Caster catches Lex to offer her a gift. It's a leather belt. On one hand, a cool fashion accessory— on the other hand... imagine how many weapons you could strap to it!, so also practical. And useful.
But there is more to it, as he will quickly explain. There is a crystal, brimming with magic, fitted inside the buckle, and the decorations on the belt are runes and enchantment. The crystal battery is probably enough to activate the spell only once, as it's rather draining magecraft— what does the spell does though? It links and creates a portal to a person wearing a twin of that enchantment. That other person being him, as the enchantment is carved into one of his earrings.
In a time of need, use it and call my name, he says. ]
[Sharpshot delivers it late in the morning, looking quite proud of himself to do so. He only lingers for a few pets before he's on his way again, leaving a package wrapped in brown paper and tied with string.
Inside is a basket filled with some edible goodies from local shops and a rune-etched utility knife that, while it looks decorative, still has a razor-sharp edge (and an enchantment that will, when activated with a thumb pressed in a small groove on the handle, heat the blade of the knife up to red-hot temperatures - great for cauterizing or for driving off Shades. Surprisingly, the handle stays cool no matter how hot the blade gets). There are also a few dog treats and toys for Dogmeat, who is A Good Boy, and a slip of paper that says "anything I can make in the forge for you - your choice".
The note just reads, "Well wishes for Modranicht, Happy Snoggletog, and Merry Christmas! Thank you for caring enough to come out and get us during the blizzard.
[ 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.
[Hiccup sounds tired when he finally decides to call Lex. He doesn't want to bother anybody with his pretty-insignificant problems, but at the same time... he's not sure who else to ask. Sure, he's gotten a wide variety of advice off the network, but he'd done it anonymously, and maybe, just maybe, it'll help to ask someone who knows him, who at least knows of Newt.]
Leeeeex. [Ah there's that familiar nasally voice.] You wanna come out and keep me company? I have to exercise my Terror and everybody else is busy. Dogmeat can chase him around! It'd be fun.
MIMICS, BRO, backdated to the 12th/13th or so maybe
you’re volunteering now, eren jaeger. he’s never had this problem at home, always completely held to tunnel vision, so this!! this was a challenge greater than keeping his anger in check. it was clear he liked her, but— there’s a time, and a place. not that eren plans things, he’s always one to let things flow where they must.
they ah-HAH they hear guffawing a short distance from their trekking gets him to shoot up and stare in that direction. if there was a smell, the faint scent of destroyed cwyld vines were masking it. ]
. . . There shouldn’t be people that far out.
[ neither should they be laughing. eren gives lex an attentive look before he’s gesturing to go towards the sound. yeah, he’s the character in horror movies that always dies first. ]
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Creepy laughter is not what Lex had been expecting out in the Wilde, and it detracts from the pleased feeling. It makes her scowl, makes one taloned hand carefully close around one of her guns. Dogmeat huffs at her side, sniffing; if he can scent anything more than the pair of them, he gives no indication and stays close. ]
If that's a person, it's a deranged one, [ she grumbles, pulling her shotgun out a little more. Whatever it is, they're out in the Wilde to keep people safe; they have to check it out. She nods back to Eren, then starts forward, taking the lead if only because she doesn't want to accidentally shoot him. (She doesn't think it would do very much to him, thanks to his scales, but she doesn't want to take that risk.)
The bits of growth, burned and trampled, leave just enough for something to hide behind. The laughter gets louder, reminds them that they're going the right way. Dogmeat growls, and Lex sees something move. ]
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people keep trying to talk to me at work when i'm trying to write this :|
#freegadgets!!!!!!!
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his ripped shirt is a trophy as much as really weird to walk around with but it was the only thing he had. he’s not opposed to walking without one? it’s just the occasional chill from the city that bugs him. he pulls at fabric holes until it just rips more, and. well, no more shirt tonight.
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Do you have any bonds yet?
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There's a half-shrug at his question. ]
Two in the works, both with Witches; I trust them well enough. You?
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Anyway, I asked around the Coven and a few other places separate from them. Sounds like people believe mimics to be fairytales, as in they don't exist. Some were more willing to believe in their existence than others...but not many.
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can i ask who was more willing to believe it? i mean. there's a fucking BODY.
then again... well. something seems rotten anyway.
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I feel like kidnapping you away from your current fate, you're up for it?
[ Of course there's more to it than food stall crawl ]
Lùnasa / text
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Mobile tag - no fancy coding aob
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💖 now on comp, all the fancy
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👌 that's right I'm powerful again
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Aguril 15 aka Full Moon
[ While the Bond makes everything easier, he doesn't yet know how much easier. It's the hardest night, so he has to check on his Bonded and offer company. ]
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[ You know, if Caster is interested in seeing it. Even this far away, there's a spark of amusement across the Bond. ]
any plans?
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september 1st
luckily, that was only a part of him speaking, and not too much the loudest. it is why that, eventually, at an alarming yet quiet hour (four or five am), eren has taken shelter on lex’s roof. he doesn’t mind if she wakes up and comes, or stays where she sleeps. he, perhaps, just wants the coil of her bond from a distance that wasn’t so far off.
he’ll only allow what he feels to run free for her if she’s awake. if not, sentiments are held behind a faucet turned tight. ]
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That's Eren, and he's close. It helps spur her out of bed, out of the coziness that his presence has helped pull her into. She sleeps clothed, though she's not usually in her armor inside the city anymore. The window is opened and Lex peers her head out, then up. ]
You can come in, if you want, [ she offers - offers him in, like she's offered him in so many times before. ]
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ten years later
?!?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!! jumps back in time!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHEEEEEE
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Holiday Gifts!
modranicht gift
But there is more to it, as he will quickly explain. There is a crystal, brimming with magic, fitted inside the buckle, and the decorations on the belt are runes and enchantment. The crystal battery is probably enough to activate the spell only once, as it's rather draining magecraft— what does the spell does though? It links and creates a portal to a person wearing a twin of that enchantment. That other person being him, as the enchantment is carved into one of his earrings.
In a time of need, use it and call my name, he says. ]
modranicht gift;
Inside is a basket filled with some edible goodies from local shops and a rune-etched utility knife that, while it looks decorative, still has a razor-sharp edge (and an enchantment that will, when activated with a thumb pressed in a small groove on the handle, heat the blade of the knife up to red-hot temperatures - great for cauterizing or for driving off Shades. Surprisingly, the handle stays cool no matter how hot the blade gets). There are also a few dog treats and toys for Dogmeat, who is A Good Boy, and a slip of paper that says "anything I can make in the forge for you - your choice".
The note just reads, "Well wishes for Modranicht, Happy Snoggletog, and Merry Christmas! Thank you for caring enough to come out and get us during the blizzard.
-Hiccup"]
Modranicht gift
“Happy Holidays! We are not friends yet but I hope we can become friends in the coming year.” is what the attached note says]
snatched: begins (just reactions)
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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Do you have a few minutes?
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[ There's a little smile in her voice as she says it, at least. ]
What's up, Hiccup?
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after executions; voice
If you got a moment to sit down somewhere, or wanna take Dogmeat on a walk, I'd like to invite myself in.
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[ And through the Bond, maybe Caster can feel something like a hand reaching out for him. ]
I'd like that a lot.
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[ There's a rustle, the sound of Lex flexing her wings as she starts to move. ]
You out at the Forge?
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