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I’M DEAD, I’M DEAD ( semi-closed )
WHO: eren jaeger and cr!
WHERE: around recollé.
WHEN: last half of april!
WHAT: expiration dates sUCk
WARNINGS: eren in moody flavor, aot spoilers if those . . . count these days
ＨＡＶＥ ＹＯＵ ＨＥＡＲＤ ＥＸＯＤＵＳ ＷＯＵＮＤＳ （ｂｃ ｗｏｗ）
ＯＲ ＣＡＲＬＹ ＲＡＥ ＪＥＰＳＥＮ
WHERE: around recollé.
WHEN: last half of april!
WHAT: expiration dates sUCk
WARNINGS: eren in moody flavor, aot spoilers if those . . . count these days
ＨＡＶＥ ＹＯＵ ＨＥＡＲＤ ＥＸＯＤＵＳ ＷＯＵＮＤＳ （ｂｃ ｗｏｗ）
[ it had been a fairly quiet month compared to the rest, if only a little more focused on the future of his more normal life behind the scenes. at one point, eren had wondered if he should be bracing for something to be so . . . quiet.
or maybe he would’ve been better off not jinxing himself. one night and a vivid dream later, eren awakens without shock, without fright, slipping out of drowsiness and into tranquil consciousness. it would’ve been another pretty good day to look forward to, had he not thought back on the dream— the memory— and still found himself dazed.
he goes about his usual routines, fairly normal if not just a bit thoughtful and quiet. there’s still a part of him that feels like he simply had a dream. it doesn’t hit him immediately, but the same words and scene are the ones he keeps thinking back to. in his cell with armin, mikasa in another, taking notes and writing about the memories he got from the owl that confirm other notes they found. titan powers had more slopes and turns than they ever thought, and it falls down to one single, important fact:
i have eight years left . . . or even less. he said that when he was younger. how old was he, fifteen? sixteen?
how old was he now?
the more the words rang in his head, the faster and more silent eren had become as the days stretch. his usual passionate spark in everything he does is dulled, his features always closed off and terse, and only gradually becoming more disconcerted. his usual patience is cut thin, and anyone who knew better would think twice about approaching a man with the palpable energy he walked with: detected, disturbed and angry.
he avoids people, with reason, only really going out because he had to, found briefly in places like:
— the woods, probably as a giant.
— fort mccoy.
— fast walking downtown with his german shepherd, titan.
— sitting in the sand by the beach at night to brood by the tides at an ungodly hour.
— locked up in his apartment.
those who visit the apartment might have more luck in keeping him still enough to talk than the others, but it might not be so easy still. ]
or maybe he would’ve been better off not jinxing himself. one night and a vivid dream later, eren awakens without shock, without fright, slipping out of drowsiness and into tranquil consciousness. it would’ve been another pretty good day to look forward to, had he not thought back on the dream— the memory— and still found himself dazed.
he goes about his usual routines, fairly normal if not just a bit thoughtful and quiet. there’s still a part of him that feels like he simply had a dream. it doesn’t hit him immediately, but the same words and scene are the ones he keeps thinking back to. in his cell with armin, mikasa in another, taking notes and writing about the memories he got from the owl that confirm other notes they found. titan powers had more slopes and turns than they ever thought, and it falls down to one single, important fact:
i have eight years left . . . or even less. he said that when he was younger. how old was he, fifteen? sixteen?
how old was he now?
the more the words rang in his head, the faster and more silent eren had become as the days stretch. his usual passionate spark in everything he does is dulled, his features always closed off and terse, and only gradually becoming more disconcerted. his usual patience is cut thin, and anyone who knew better would think twice about approaching a man with the palpable energy he walked with: detected, disturbed and angry.
he avoids people, with reason, only really going out because he had to, found briefly in places like:
— the woods, probably as a giant.
— fort mccoy.
— fast walking downtown with his german shepherd, titan.
— sitting in the sand by the beach at night to brood by the tides at an ungodly hour.
— locked up in his apartment.
those who visit the apartment might have more luck in keeping him still enough to talk than the others, but it might not be so easy still. ]
ＯＲ ＣＡＲＬＹ ＲＡＥ ＪＥＰＳＥＮ
[ alternatively, you can very well not find eren and take notice that he’s become scarce, both in seeing him around and in his usual text to check in.
he probably won’t ignore you outright, but his texts aren’t read if you send him something. at least not without a huge delay. after said extension of silence, you’ll probably get in response: ]
yeah?
[ acting completely natural, like, hey, what’s good. ]
he probably won’t ignore you outright, but his texts aren’t read if you send him something. at least not without a huge delay. after said extension of silence, you’ll probably get in response: ]
yeah?
[ acting completely natural, like, hey, what’s good. ]