thecoordinate | PSL / MEME CONTINUATION

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[By way of answer, he simply sends this.

[Safe enough to assume he's joking now. ~~And avoiding the question.~~]

(ooc: “Continued” from… (oh god there’s so much) here, not really here but linking while we’re at it, here, here, and most recently here. Yeah!!!)

[What in god’s name was in that drink.]

Hey, Eren? Don’t freak out [always a promising start] but can we talk about something?

[They always end up like this.

[It started by accident. They were still young then. Eren's life, reaching boiling point after boiling point - and then, him, sleeping only to dream, to wake up here, in this place, with Him.

[Him. Always Him.

[A lot has changed since then. The term "boiling point" has lost all its meaning; now, the world is at the point of total annihilation - or, at least, it will be soon.

[There's a rot in Eren Jaeger; a loneliness that few can understand. He's turned away from everyone. He's created a path which no one can follow. His body aches for rest; his soul too. And no one knows.

[Seeing the other man is a complex emotion. It's what little Eren still feels at all. They should, by all logic, hate each other; they do, in some ways - or, at least, Eren does. How couldn't he? Reiner is, after all, his enemy. And there's no enemy more similar - no singular other person that could possibly come close to understanding the weight that Eren carries.

[Reiner aches too. Perhaps that's what makes all the difference.]

[He doesn't greet him when he sees him. Just presses his nose into blonde hair, one hand coming up to grip the back of the other man's head.

[That's what this place is for. God, but there has to be some escape. This is escape.]

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Skov really lost. I guess he's a pretty simple guy, though. Didn't really seem to care.

😤 We can play again as soon as you're ready to lose.
(Like Tuesday maybe.)

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How do you manage that? The knife decal and everything.

(ooc: secrets meme but make it a PSL. Since Our Last Thread-Tracker Tag: world’s most intense round of word association, limbo-Denny’s with Armin, and (wholly unrelatedly) shipping shenanigans. The Range)

I still want to believe the world is good, and that people can be saved. …But I’m not sure. That means I failed him. Selfishly, I don’t want to face that, even if it means giving up on everything else.

[If she can’t find Eren… he can come to her.]

Maybe I’m kidding myself.

[If only that made the confession less true.]

…And I’m terrified.

[There’s no way out of this, is there?]

[Eren’s been close. Just because Aubrey’s admitted he shadows her (she shadows him?) in more ways than she cared to admit doesn’t mean she’s not still, still, still thoroughly sick of it. She’ll get over it, get over herself all over again… but at the first chance she gets, she dips out of his sight without second thought.]

[It takes her somewhere dark—literally. Twisting corridors snake into the abyss, air heavy with fetid promise. Feels like the kind of place even kids on Aubrey’s street are warned not to touch—you get hurt back here, no one’s helping. It’s your fault for turning this way in the first place.

[Aubrey’s fine with that. More than she should be.]

[A shape, wood and crooked, juts out of the debris; she grabs it without second thought. If Eren’s friends can appear here, maybe her ~~emotional support weapon~~ “friends” can, too.

[Something grabs back.]

[There’s a shriek. Aubrey yanks the wood loose; shadow spews forth, like blood gushing from a wound. She swings; it gets caught in the torso, tangled in quicksand, and it’s all she can do to yank back but it’s too late for her. The stranger—and it is a humanoid, at least in shape, details rendered void—stands, as if she didn’t touch it at all, as if its entrails aren’t spilling all over the floor.]

“Aubrey… I—”

[She runs.]

[Or at least tries. He rises before her and shoves. She scrambles back. She wants to drown. Flailing the would-be bat back is absolutely useless; he throws it away, wood echoing hollow as it rolls, and he kicks her as she cowers. It leaves her breathless, arm curled instinctively around her stomach, tight, before she can register why.]

[Is it one figure now? Multiple? Whatever light crept in here is blocked as he seems to rise, or maybe Aubrey’s hallucinating, she doesn’t have the sense to care. Since when was the ground so stained…]

Fuck you. [They’re choked, spit words. But she can’t just ignore him again.] I’m sorry.

[He doesn’t have eyes. Aubrey forces herself to glare up where they would be anyway, and braces herself for his retribution.]

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