Drained from training, a sleepy Armin smushes his face against a window.
โGgoodnight, Mikkassaโฆ.โ spoken through the glass. @scarletscarfs
Then, he slaps his face against another.
โssleep well, Errnโฆโ @MARCIDICWRAITH
He eventually, finds his room, and collapses into bed.
@thearcherbraus //โฅ๏ธโฅ๏ธ on break right now! This job is a s s
ALMOST over. Just three more hours and I get to collapse into a pillow and maybe watch some more AOT ๐โโ๏ธ
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A memory flickers in his mind. Eren, Mikasa, rushing into view if alleyway bullies got the better of him. Whether something ended in extra bruises or a scolding, they had always found each other.
Arminโs gaze soften, and pink colors his cheeks.
โMikasaโฆโ he mutters, both hopeful and endeared.
โMm!โ he nods fervently.
Their golden trio had always been this way:protecting one another in moments like this, even if it meant sinking deeper into trouble.
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โ โ ( the thought of the consequences for both boys weighs on her. as always, sheโd stand behind them, protecting the only family she had. )
โ โ โ โ โ
โ โ just. . . donโt do anything else stupid, and youโll be fine.
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His lips tighten into a frown, eyes fluttering, and a half groanโsigh slithers out.
โI knowโฆbut I didnโt want to leave him there.โ
His eyes trail over the floor, then find her own again.
โAt least if heโs caught, Iโll be dangling with him.โ he shrugs.
โ โ โ โ โ
โ โ ( she glances at armin for a moment. )
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โ โ i think you should be more worried about captain levi finding out you loosened those chains, armin.
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His lips part lightly in a clear expression of surprise.
โOโ-Ohโฆyou chained him?โ
His lips purse a bit.
โHe told me he was chained forโฆescaping? Uhโฆโcaptainโsโ orders.โ
He blinks a bit.
โI thought he meant Levi.โ
He scratches the back of his head.
โSorryโฆMikasa, I
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pen to a page.
A letter, or a note, or journaling to keep to his own. He writes.
The sound of scribbling echoes from the door left cracked. By lead upon paper, it almost sounds like a spoken whisper.
His space is to himself, for now it seems.
Warmth at the center of his palms. Light that casts in glowing streaks, and swaying loosely. Where it touches is painted in clarity.
A lanternโs golden glow, dangling now attached at the hip.
Heโs found a space of quiet, an empty room away from where the others sleep.
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And more light spills inside this room from a window at center, cleansing the shade like water poured over
At its base is a desk he settles into. And the lantern touches its top. Pencils and paper now colored by this light. He pinches the tips of his fingers, lifting
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