I saw that you were in danger and took action. I'm a sold-- [He cuts himself off sharp.]
I did what my instincts told me to. That's all.
[Which is why he caught her when she fell, spoke to her in soft tones, gently laid her on her back, brought her to a safe place, tenderly wrapped her bandage...
[The self-cutoff is interesting, at least. It got a raised eyebrow, while it lasted.]
Sure you will.
[She debates answering his return question for a moment. But that wold require appreciating the extra care he’s shown, and… does she? Does she really?]
[Absolutely. A lot. In the moment. It’s passed now, though, and she’s not dwelling on it.]
You got weird instincts. [Some emotion returns to her voice at that—albeit that of someone who’s annoyed beyond all hell.]
[There’s a moment where Aubrey has to decide if that makes her feel bad for him or not. It is objectively awful. He is (she still thinks) an objectively awful person. And the time for sympathy over eaten mothers… well, that particular moment has also passed.]
[She lands on this:] That normal for your military?
[Still trying to sound distant, even judgmental—but Eren might’ve caught the thought on her face, if he was paying attention. Not that it lasted, and not that she’s letting too much curiosity show now. But it gave her pause, and the distance is ever so tentatively lowered.]
[It's strange. Eren doesn't catch much more about Aubrey's tone than that it's just a bit more casual-sounding, and he's...bizarrely grateful for that. Perhaps the previous conversation flustered him more than he'd like to admit; perhaps the rescue did too. He doesn't allow himself to dwell on that thought for too long.
[It scares him.]
It is.
Cadet training takes a minimum of three years. If you don't start early, what's the point?
[See, Aubrey? It's not so bad. They're only cadets at twelve so they can be frontline soldiers by fifteen.]
[Almost like it’s not fun to dwell on things that make you feel things you’d rather not.]
That’s fucked. [Entirely flippant.] I know, I know, hell world. Cruel life.
[She hadn’t quite realized she was so tense, even with the front. Without thinking Aubrey pulls up her knees, crosses her arms over them; casual gesture, not sinking into it—but it does remind her she’s still sore. She flinches involuntarily during the movement, and averts her eyes in frustration.]
[After settling, she keeps that gaze away. For now.] Must’ve seen a lot worse than this....
[Eren watches her shift and flinch. Something about it irritates him. 'It's going to start bleeding again...'
[He's about to say something when she makes her last statement. He falls silent in a new and unsettling way. Of all the things Eren can control - himself, others, the future, the world - when and when not to remember isn't one of them. Trauma robs one of control.
[His eyes don't just go distant - they stare off into nothing as if they're searching a horizon one hundred miles away. A storm of memories erupts in his mind. Face after bloody face; his fallen comrades. Countless faces, ceaseless screams - showers of blood, guts, and brain matter. The deafening sounds of titans chewing and tearing - a body's worth of bones, crushed all at once, not so much crunching as crackling. Limbs falling from the sky. Men and women - soldiers - begging for their lives, crying for their mothers--
[Aubrey doesn’t realize anything’s wrong, right away.]
[If the movement did spur more bleeding Aubrey resolves not to notice that, either. Fight, right? Just grit your teeth and keep breathing through the sting. Ridiculous, she thinks, that this guy’s voice is in her head so much.]
[But it really must be a lot that he’s seen, age 12 and all. Okay, maybe she’s a little sorry for being flippant again. She looks back to him and—]
[Oh god???]
[Aubrey sits bolt upright, wound be damned.] E– Eren? [It’s choked, because that definitely hurt, but, fuck it. Louder, worried:] Eren?!
[Eren hears Aubrey's voice like he's underwater - deep. He's vaguely aware of his name, but...when she shouts it, he only hears the voices of his comrades. They spent plenty of time calling out his name too...
[Memories land like missiles. Levi's squad, all with matching bite marks on their hands in solidarity with Eren. They loaded their bodies onto the carts to bring them back home. Titans came. The carts were too slow. They sacrificed the bodies; their second sacrifice...
[Their faces. Their screams. The sounds their bodies made when Annie crushed them in her hands.
[It's just one anecdote. A thousand others cycle rapidly through his mind, so quick and violent that he can't possibly focus on anything else. His ears start ringing like he's going to pass out.]
[Aubrey is not a medic. She doesn’t know what she’s seeing. She just knows, instinctively, this is different, this could be dangerous; she’s seen friends panic but not like this, never like this, she yells out his name again, why is he not responding?!
[He’s going to die. That, of all thoughts, is what grips her, and she doesn’t want that, and she starts crying and it hurts, and adrenaline launches her to her feet and she grabs at his shoulders as if, if she does that hard enough, he’ll stop shaking, and stay with her.]
[The sudden contact startles Eren. It's pure luck that it doesn't startle him into an attack. With where his mind is right now, Aubrey could have easily gotten her neck broken trying to interfere. But he doesn't do that. Instead, his eyes refocus, this time on Aubrey. He stares at her, and it isn't anything like the stares she's used to.
[For the last few minutes, in Eren's mind, he's been fifteen. And he looks like he looked when he was fifteen. Stunned, blinking tears down his cheeks.]
[Her face is twisted in pain and grief and fear, so much more human and aware than when he found her, and as Eren finally focuses on her she nearly collapses with relief.
[But he might not be out of the woods yet.] E-Eren, you— A-are you…? [The words are strangled, but god damn it if she doesn’t try anyway, like his life depends on it. For all she knows it still does, and her fingers are a vicegrip on his shoulders, almost burning.] C-can you focus? [Please. Please.]
[He is focused, isn't he? He gives the room a quick glance. The Scouts' barracks - exactly where he expected to be. It doesn't occur to him that he shouldn't know who Aubrey is. The folds of time are indistinguishable in his mind.]
You're bleeding...
[He's looking down now, where white bandages have gone red.]
Lie down, okay?
[He takes her by the shoulders in kind, and gently guides her to lay flat - tries to, anyway. His hands are still trembling slightly as he does so.]
You're alive. [His own voice sounds strange and foreign to him. Why?]
[So much for feeling nothing. It’s as though, in her surge of panic and care and heartache for Eren, Eren Jaeger, Eren Jaeger who broke her spirit and saved her life and drives her crazy and (she thinks) almost died, Eren Jaeger, Eren End-of-the-World Jaeger, Eren Jaeger with the gentle hands and the dead-eyed shaking, Eren who-might-as-well-be-her-whole-world-now Jaeger, Eren, Eren Jaeger, Eren Jaeger—]
[She can’t tell if the shooting, stabbing pain is from her heart or stomach or where, it doesn’t matter (what does, here, anymore), but it’s the only thing keeping her from just…]
[Aubrey is in no condition to resist as Eren, Eren, Eren takes her shoulders back, lies her flat. She buries her palms in her face and tries to shut up, make his job of dealing with her a little easier. At least his voice (again) gives her something else to focus on (again), and she stops blubbering his name to reply (that’s new):]
[Eren's consciousness shifts in a strange direction. Perhaps the flashback - this state of regression - wouldn't be so severe if it weren't for where they are right now, but...as it stands, he doesn't flatten back out as quickly as he usually does. A distance away, he can feel the numbness trying to trickle back in, but...he's so distracted by Aubrey's sobbing - so confused by it - that he can't quite shift back into the facade he's spent years constructing...]
Calm down...
[There's no edge to his voice. He adjusts a pillow under her head, trying to position her in such a way that minimizes any additional trauma to the wound. More and more, the edges of his consciousness begin to blacken and flatten, threatening to freeze him over once again - but the process never quite completes itself.
[He's not fifteen anymore, but he is...disoriented, perplexed...Aubrey's crying so hard. It makes sense. She isn't a soldier. She's never seen a titan like that--
[Was it a titan? Sure. What else would it be...?
[His voice when he speaks now sounds more like the version she's used to, but...even so, it's...patient. There's no ire to it; in fact, vague concern.]
We're safe. [The titan's gone. He killed it. It's alright now.]
[If only this was about the titan. “Titan.” Either.]
[Aubrey’s still crying, but physical exhaustion is taking its toll. Like hell if this has been good for her silly little wound, never mind whatever’s going on in her head and heart—but Eren says it’s safe, it’s alright, and she’s desperate enough to want to pretend everything will be okay.]
[She doesn’t move her hands, but she hears his voice, and she can tell it’s different. Eren’s different. He— he almost just died, for christ’s sake, he fought that thing for her, he’s a child soldier, he hurt himself, he’s seen so much already…]
Y-you shouldn’t… [God. Shut up. Let him help.] You can’t… [But maybe holding on is the least she can do for him.]
[Eren can see her fading before her head hits the pillow. Idly, he's glad he put it there. It doesn't concern him all that much that she's passed out; she's lost a lot of blood, and with a wound like that, what she'll need more than anything is rest. It seems they've found a safe place for it too. The only strange part is that they're still here, and the illusion isn't fading.
[This universe isn't done with them yet. As Eren's mind fully numbs again, he can't help but get the impression that something bigger than the both of them is pulling the strings.
[He doesn't like that at all. Two birds in the same cage. He's so fucking tired of cages.
[To ensure Aubrey is only sleeping, he checks her pulse for a steady beat - there. He checks her forehead for excessive heat - not there. He pulls a nearby cover up over her to her shoulders, to prevent any shock, should it settle in late.
[Once it's all done, he's tired. Leftover memories keep his body lightly trembling - shaky, like when you haven't eaten for too long.
[He needs to rest. He just wants to rest...
[He moves a couple of feet away from Aubrey. His body feels like lead. He means to make it to one of the bunks, but ends up lying on his side instead of standing up - something he only does when he's too exhausted to lie rigid on his back. Even when he sleeps, he doesn't relax, but this exhaustion feels like a brick wall to the face - as if he were attacked, not Aubrey. When's the last time a transformation took this much out of him?
[Yanking a blanket around his shoulders, he closes his eyes, and falls instantly into black sleep.
[Hours pass. The barracks of their combined consciousness remains.
[Sleeping like this - so deeply - leaves Eren's face mild and at ease. It doesn't at all seem to fit his features; almost as if he were another person entirely.]
[Aubrey dreams of shadows. Mocking figures, dispassionate; a glimmer of hope smothered by undeniable truths; an inhuman roar wrapped in a very, very human touch. It’s hazy and scattered, blurred by sheer exhaustion—but even before she can wake to question it, the mere fact of the subconscious pyre promises her that none of this was a nightmare.
[As long as they’re stuck here… life is like this.]
[Two things rouse her, with varying levels of intrusion. The pain: unwelcome, if graciously dull. The snoring: light, mildly confusing. Who th…?
[He’s alive.
[The thought wakes her immediately. Although bleariness lingers, her attention falls on him. His face. And—
[It’s strange.
[Not his features, exactly. It’s the rest. It’s seeing Eren Jaeger wrapped in a blanket. All traces of the usual cold, hard expression she’s used to, the animal anger or fear she’s glimpsed (and god, she never wants to see him frozen and shaking like that again)… it’s all gone. He’s just… asleep. Maybe even at peace.
[He’s human, despite it all.]
[This is the person who… among many, many other things… saved her life.]
[Aubrey stares at him, silent, for what feels like a long time. Her eyes don’t leave him once.]
[Eren’s world isn’t conducive to sleep. Of all the very few places he’s felt at home, the cadets’ barracks would be only second on the list; even then, a soldier must always have their guard up.
[But this place is different. The pillows beneath him are softer than anything he’s ever touched. The room is silent, the monsters are far away, the Titan is defeated. Something assures Eren’s subconscious of this. Perhaps he’s been here too long.
[The blanket is wrapped tightly around his shoulders, almost as if he were cold, but it isn’t that. He dreams of his family home. He dreams of his mother wrapping a blanket around him and holding his face in her delicate hands. It’s the closest thing he’s felt to peace in years.
[And then, it’s over. Light streams in through the window, illuminating his mother only briefly before it consumes her.
[He opens his eyes. His heart collapses.
[He’s confused, momentarily, by the position he’s found himself in. Comfortable, the room at a sideways tilt. He’s so warm.
[He pushes himself to sit, feeling heavy with rest. Strange…
[He sets his eyes on Aubrey. She’s alive.]
Did you bleed through?
[His voice is hoarse with sleep, and he’s unable to fight off a yawn. It’s a very…average sight.]
[Aubrey hasn’t moved much since passing out, save the tilt of her head to the side. (Towards him.) Which means she’s still flat on her back, just as he left her. And there’s a delay between seeing him rise and then recognizing, still groggy, that he’s up, and talking to her.
[And yawning.]
Mmh… [It’s a wordless mumble, warming up the vocal cords, as one hand trails instinctively to the area in question. She doesn’t look, but it feels dry, if stained from the outburst. (Ah, yeah. That happened....)
[The yawn catches up to Aubrey, too—though it gets cut off prematurely because apparently any little thing will aggravate this stupid injury. Aubrey fixes her eyes on the ceiling, frustration creeping in again, but… generally, she’s fine as she can be. Her hand stays dry.]
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[aubrey voice] i won’t hesitate, bitch
[Aubrey doesn’t know if she should feel smug or pissed. Good thing she’s getting better at staying blank-faced, huh?]
You’re still not answering me.
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[A lie? Possibly.]
I saw that you were in danger and took action. I'm a sold-- [He cuts himself off sharp.]
I did what my instincts told me to. That's all.
[Which is why he caught her when she fell, spoke to her in soft tones, gently laid her on her back, brought her to a safe place, tenderly wrapped her bandage...
[Even he thinks he's full of shit.]
Next time I'll let that thing tear you to shreds.
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Mhm.
[The self-cutoff is interesting, at least. It got a raised eyebrow, while it lasted.]
Sure you will.
[She debates answering his return question for a moment. But that wold require appreciating the extra care he’s shown, and… does she? Does she really?]
[Absolutely. A lot. In the moment. It’s passed now, though, and she’s not dwelling on it.]
You got weird instincts. [Some emotion returns to her voice at that—albeit that of someone who’s annoyed beyond all hell.]
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I joined the military when I was twelve. I know when to act.
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[There’s a moment where Aubrey has to decide if that makes her feel bad for him or not. It is objectively awful. He is (she still thinks) an objectively awful person. And the time for sympathy over eaten mothers… well, that particular moment has also passed.]
[She lands on this:] That normal for your military?
[Still trying to sound distant, even judgmental—but Eren might’ve caught the thought on her face, if he was paying attention. Not that it lasted, and not that she’s letting too much curiosity show now. But it gave her pause, and the distance is ever so tentatively lowered.]
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[It scares him.]
It is.
Cadet training takes a minimum of three years. If you don't start early, what's the point?
[See, Aubrey? It's not so bad. They're only cadets at twelve so they can be frontline soldiers by fifteen.]
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[Almost like it’s not fun to dwell on things that make you feel things you’d rather not.]
That’s fucked. [Entirely flippant.] I know, I know, hell world. Cruel life.
[She hadn’t quite realized she was so tense, even with the front. Without thinking Aubrey pulls up her knees, crosses her arms over them; casual gesture, not sinking into it—but it does remind her she’s still sore. She flinches involuntarily during the movement, and averts her eyes in frustration.]
[After settling, she keeps that gaze away. For now.] Must’ve seen a lot worse than this....
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[He's about to say something when she makes her last statement. He falls silent in a new and unsettling way. Of all the things Eren can control - himself, others, the future, the world - when and when not to remember isn't one of them. Trauma robs one of control.
[His eyes don't just go distant - they stare off into nothing as if they're searching a horizon one hundred miles away. A storm of memories erupts in his mind. Face after bloody face; his fallen comrades. Countless faces, ceaseless screams - showers of blood, guts, and brain matter. The deafening sounds of titans chewing and tearing - a body's worth of bones, crushed all at once, not so much crunching as crackling. Limbs falling from the sky. Men and women - soldiers - begging for their lives, crying for their mothers--
[His entire body is shaking.]
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[Aubrey doesn’t realize anything’s wrong, right away.]
[If the movement did spur more bleeding Aubrey resolves not to notice that, either. Fight, right? Just grit your teeth and keep breathing through the sting. Ridiculous, she thinks, that this guy’s voice is in her head so much.]
[But it really must be a lot that he’s seen, age 12 and all. Okay, maybe she’s a little sorry for being flippant again. She looks back to him and—]
[Oh god???]
[Aubrey sits bolt upright, wound be damned.] E– Eren? [It’s choked, because that definitely hurt, but, fuck it. Louder, worried:] Eren?!
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[Memories land like missiles. Levi's squad, all with matching bite marks on their hands in solidarity with Eren. They loaded their bodies onto the carts to bring them back home. Titans came. The carts were too slow. They sacrificed the bodies; their second sacrifice...
[Their faces. Their screams. The sounds their bodies made when Annie crushed them in her hands.
[It's just one anecdote. A thousand others cycle rapidly through his mind, so quick and violent that he can't possibly focus on anything else. His ears start ringing like he's going to pass out.]
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[Aubrey is not a medic. She doesn’t know what she’s seeing. She just knows, instinctively, this is different, this could be dangerous; she’s seen friends panic but not like this, never like this, she yells out his name again, why is he not responding?!
[He’s going to die. That, of all thoughts, is what grips her, and she doesn’t want that, and she starts crying and it hurts, and adrenaline launches her to her feet and she grabs at his shoulders as if, if she does that hard enough, he’ll stop shaking, and stay with her.]
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[For the last few minutes, in Eren's mind, he's been fifteen. And he looks like he looked when he was fifteen. Stunned, blinking tears down his cheeks.]
What...? What is it?
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[Her face is twisted in pain and grief and fear, so much more human and aware than when he found her, and as Eren finally focuses on her she nearly collapses with relief.
[But he might not be out of the woods yet.] E-Eren, you— A-are you…? [The words are strangled, but god damn it if she doesn’t try anyway, like his life depends on it. For all she knows it still does, and her fingers are a vicegrip on his shoulders, almost burning.] C-can you focus? [Please. Please.]
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You're bleeding...
[He's looking down now, where white bandages have gone red.]
Lie down, okay?
[He takes her by the shoulders in kind, and gently guides her to lay flat - tries to, anyway. His hands are still trembling slightly as he does so.]
You're alive. [His own voice sounds strange and foreign to him. Why?]
That's...all that matters now...
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[Aubrey sobs. Violently.]
[So much for feeling nothing. It’s as though, in her surge of panic and care and heartache for Eren, Eren Jaeger, Eren Jaeger who broke her spirit and saved her life and drives her crazy and (she thinks) almost died, Eren Jaeger, Eren End-of-the-World Jaeger, Eren Jaeger with the gentle hands and the dead-eyed shaking, Eren who-might-as-well-be-her-whole-world-now Jaeger, Eren, Eren Jaeger, Eren Jaeger—]
[She can’t tell if the shooting, stabbing pain is from her heart or stomach or where, it doesn’t matter (what does, here, anymore), but it’s the only thing keeping her from just…]
[Aubrey is in no condition to resist as Eren, Eren, Eren takes her shoulders back, lies her flat. She buries her palms in her face and tries to shut up, make his job of dealing with her a little easier. At least his voice (again) gives her something else to focus on (again), and she stops blubbering his name to reply (that’s new):]
No… no, y-you’re alive… that’s what… matters....
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Calm down...
[There's no edge to his voice. He adjusts a pillow under her head, trying to position her in such a way that minimizes any additional trauma to the wound. More and more, the edges of his consciousness begin to blacken and flatten, threatening to freeze him over once again - but the process never quite completes itself.
[He's not fifteen anymore, but he is...disoriented, perplexed...Aubrey's crying so hard. It makes sense. She isn't a soldier. She's never seen a titan like that--
[Was it a titan? Sure. What else would it be...?
[His voice when he speaks now sounds more like the version she's used to, but...even so, it's...patient. There's no ire to it; in fact, vague concern.]
We're safe. [The titan's gone. He killed it. It's alright now.]
It's alright now.
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[If only this was about the titan. “Titan.” Either.]
[Aubrey’s still crying, but physical exhaustion is taking its toll. Like hell if this has been good for her silly little wound, never mind whatever’s going on in her head and heart—but Eren says it’s safe, it’s alright, and she’s desperate enough to want to pretend everything will be okay.]
[She doesn’t move her hands, but she hears his voice, and she can tell it’s different. Eren’s different. He— he almost just died, for christ’s sake, he fought that thing for her, he’s a child soldier, he hurt himself, he’s seen so much already…]
Y-you shouldn’t… [God. Shut up. Let him help.] You can’t… [But maybe holding on is the least she can do for him.]
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Shouldn't what?
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You… you shouldn’t have saved me.
You shouldn’t have talked to me.
[You should have let me…]
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I'm not going to let you die.
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[She’d laugh if she had the energy.]
[After a few more breaths, ever shaky:]
Th-then I was right.
[She lowers her hands just enough to look at him, and her mouth pulls into something resembling a smile.]
We have… a lot in common....
[Aubrey passes out.]
[Wasn’t that his idea....]
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[This universe isn't done with them yet. As Eren's mind fully numbs again, he can't help but get the impression that something bigger than the both of them is pulling the strings.
[He doesn't like that at all. Two birds in the same cage. He's so fucking tired of cages.
[To ensure Aubrey is only sleeping, he checks her pulse for a steady beat - there. He checks her forehead for excessive heat - not there. He pulls a nearby cover up over her to her shoulders, to prevent any shock, should it settle in late.
[Once it's all done, he's tired. Leftover memories keep his body lightly trembling - shaky, like when you haven't eaten for too long.
[He needs to rest. He just wants to rest...
[He moves a couple of feet away from Aubrey. His body feels like lead. He means to make it to one of the bunks, but ends up lying on his side instead of standing up - something he only does when he's too exhausted to lie rigid on his back. Even when he sleeps, he doesn't relax, but this exhaustion feels like a brick wall to the face - as if he were attacked, not Aubrey. When's the last time a transformation took this much out of him?
[Yanking a blanket around his shoulders, he closes his eyes, and falls instantly into black sleep.
[Hours pass. The barracks of their combined consciousness remains.
[Sleeping like this - so deeply - leaves Eren's face mild and at ease. It doesn't at all seem to fit his features; almost as if he were another person entirely.]
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[Aubrey dreams of shadows. Mocking figures, dispassionate; a glimmer of hope smothered by undeniable truths; an inhuman roar wrapped in a very, very human touch. It’s hazy and scattered, blurred by sheer exhaustion—but even before she can wake to question it, the mere fact of the subconscious pyre promises her that none of this was a nightmare.
[As long as they’re stuck here… life is like this.]
[Two things rouse her, with varying levels of intrusion. The pain: unwelcome, if graciously dull. The snoring: light, mildly confusing. Who th…?
[He’s alive.
[The thought wakes her immediately. Although bleariness lingers, her attention falls on him. His face. And—
[It’s strange.
[Not his features, exactly. It’s the rest. It’s seeing Eren Jaeger wrapped in a blanket. All traces of the usual cold, hard expression she’s used to, the animal anger or fear she’s glimpsed (and god, she never wants to see him frozen and shaking like that again)… it’s all gone. He’s just… asleep. Maybe even at peace.
[He’s human, despite it all.]
[This is the person who… among many, many other things… saved her life.]
[Aubrey stares at him, silent, for what feels like a long time. Her eyes don’t leave him once.]
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[But this place is different. The pillows beneath him are softer than anything he’s ever touched. The room is silent, the monsters are far away, the Titan is defeated. Something assures Eren’s subconscious of this. Perhaps he’s been here too long.
[The blanket is wrapped tightly around his shoulders, almost as if he were cold, but it isn’t that. He dreams of his family home. He dreams of his mother wrapping a blanket around him and holding his face in her delicate hands. It’s the closest thing he’s felt to peace in years.
[And then, it’s over. Light streams in through the window, illuminating his mother only briefly before it consumes her.
[He opens his eyes. His heart collapses.
[He’s confused, momentarily, by the position he’s found himself in. Comfortable, the room at a sideways tilt. He’s so warm.
[He pushes himself to sit, feeling heavy with rest. Strange…
[He sets his eyes on Aubrey. She’s alive.]
Did you bleed through?
[His voice is hoarse with sleep, and he’s unable to fight off a yawn. It’s a very…average sight.]
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[Aubrey hasn’t moved much since passing out, save the tilt of her head to the side. (Towards him.) Which means she’s still flat on her back, just as he left her. And there’s a delay between seeing him rise and then recognizing, still groggy, that he’s up, and talking to her.
[And yawning.]
Mmh… [It’s a wordless mumble, warming up the vocal cords, as one hand trails instinctively to the area in question. She doesn’t look, but it feels dry, if stained from the outburst. (Ah, yeah. That happened....)
[The yawn catches up to Aubrey, too—though it gets cut off prematurely because apparently any little thing will aggravate this stupid injury. Aubrey fixes her eyes on the ceiling, frustration creeping in again, but… generally, she’s fine as she can be. Her hand stays dry.]
Guess not.
[How fortunate.]
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