[Aubrey follows his gaze. She hadn’t paid much attention to the bunks before, and now that she’s noticing the size it’s a wonder it took this long. Eren has that effect, she guesses.
[Slightly disquieting.]
[Her answer’s a bit delayed, subsequently. She shrugs.] More fun this way. There were lots of us, and one or two beds at most… only seemed fair.
[A faint smile crosses her face, much as it’s a long-gone time. The last sleepover they’d had was mid-March, and already getting warm… but the winter ones were her favorite. She doesn’t need a polaroid to remember the blizzard that swept through Faraway that last winter, ice gnawing through the walls—but everyone’s patience all the more. The storm at that house was intolerable as ever; it’d always had terrible insulation. (Aubrey doesn’t notice, but a faint draft wanders into the barracks. It’s as though the walls have become patchwork.)
[But all the howling in the world had nothing on her friends. Equal parts cheesy and poetic, that; the moment she stepped in one of their homes, it was warm. They bashed each other with pillows (something Aubrey always had a little too much fun with) and collapsed in the aftermath, giggling and whispering until sleep whisked them away. And even when the power went out, in the dead of night, they clutched their stuffed toys and each other, pulled up every blanket, and made their own peace.]
[Aubrey doesn’t dare say any of this; her bittersweet expression, as she temporarily surrenders focus to the fort, is the only giveaway. Thing is, she always had to leave. It made the world outside sting all the more—but god, she wouldn’t have traded it for anything.]
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[Aubrey follows his gaze. She hadn’t paid much attention to the bunks before, and now that she’s noticing the size it’s a wonder it took this long. Eren has that effect, she guesses.
[Slightly disquieting.]
[Her answer’s a bit delayed, subsequently. She shrugs.] More fun this way. There were lots of us, and one or two beds at most… only seemed fair.
[A faint smile crosses her face, much as it’s a long-gone time. The last sleepover they’d had was mid-March, and already getting warm… but the winter ones were her favorite. She doesn’t need a polaroid to remember the blizzard that swept through Faraway that last winter, ice gnawing through the walls—but everyone’s patience all the more. The storm at that house was intolerable as ever; it’d always had terrible insulation. (Aubrey doesn’t notice, but a faint draft wanders into the barracks. It’s as though the walls have become patchwork.)
[But all the howling in the world had nothing on her friends. Equal parts cheesy and poetic, that; the moment she stepped in one of their homes, it was warm. They bashed each other with pillows (something Aubrey always had a little too much fun with) and collapsed in the aftermath, giggling and whispering until sleep whisked them away. And even when the power went out, in the dead of night, they clutched their stuffed toys and each other, pulled up every blanket, and made their own peace.]
[Aubrey doesn’t dare say any of this; her bittersweet expression, as she temporarily surrenders focus to the fort, is the only giveaway. Thing is, she always had to leave. It made the world outside sting all the more—but god, she wouldn’t have traded it for anything.]
[The room is rapidly getting colder.]