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"Eren throw me over the wall," you said. Eren stared, shock-induced and in disbelief. "Funny." He answered, half-wishing to convince you that you had been joking. You weren't. Eren knew this personally. He had been witness to many of your curious attempts at a somewhat unsure suicide you seemed to be settling into: talking back to the instructor, Keith Shadis; insulting and chastising Annie; clambering onto houses and pillars and jutting over the edge as if you were wavering between waking up the next morning and slamming your face into the ground and dying. His relaxed feet kicked against the side of a step as he patiently waited for you t

It was a temporary arrangement at first: Chrom had offered the boy a spare room in the guest rooms out of nothing else but sympathy for the fact he had no-where else to go, but Henry had been living in the Royal Castles for two years now. At first, the rest of the staff and workers were very awkward about having to share the land with a Plegian mage, but Chrom had always come to defend him. Whenever he ever witnessed the mage was getting treat less than favourably, he always stood up for him, with the same line, recycled over and over. “He was trusted deeply by someone I would give up my life for.” Relations with other troops had

He usually found himself to be interested in new recruits, therefore he couldn't say this one was different, or that his behaviour would have indicated anything other than the precursory interest one would feel towards a co-worker they would be paired with for a while. The man was also never interested in people's personal lives. He had made it a point to appreciate the idea of personal space, and that everyone was entitled to it regardless of their position. Yet undoubtedly, he was curious. To have a result that even included the possibility of being an enforcer had never happened in the history of Sybil before, and yet here - announced as

Henry was lying in bed with you. And of course, you were to blame. During the Shepherd's last encounter with Risen, a stray bolt of thunder flew from your fingers, right past its target and into a bag of supplies. In the process, several tents were burnt to the crisp, meaning that some people had to be packed like sardines for the night in whatever tents were left, so that everyone would have a place to sleep. However, most of said people were engaged. You and Henry were not. Of course, normally Frederick would have at least a few spares ready in cases such as these but the Shepherds had been harvesting recruits like nothing else lately 

He liked to think of himself as a brave person. It wasn't entirely that he needed validation, or that he needed to constantly remind himself he had some good qualities lest he forgot and started distancing himself from people again - no. It was more of a personal kind of satisfaction that came from just appreciating that the many monsters he fought against had in the very least tallied into a nice trait. He wasn't brave in terms of this however, not at all. He couldn't himself understand why he would rather face ten freshly baked levels of rune prada than give this cookie to you. He hadn't understood why it was such a daunting process to him

7 minutes in heaven? Was this even a real thing outside of fanfiction? Not that you cared; the 6 bachelors linked arm in arm with the bachelorettes meant you couldn't complain about your situation. Each one of them held a piece of paper of different colours - so that there was to be no confusion on who was partnered with who. In all honesty, it was quite cute. This was the third round, though you payed little attention to who had already went. Margaret probably, based on her red face and restless fingers. Illuminata had come around dangerously close to your spot with a hat full of handkerchiefs, glancing over potential victims. Her eyes glan

Out of all the beautiful things, love tells him to chase the broken one. The bear is curled into herself, she freezes on the bed as if bitten by hundreds of different forms of death, all growing and strengthening each other in unison. He holds her paw not out of sympathy, or feeling, but out of curiosity's gently whisperings; they tell him to compare his skin colour to hers - like they do systematically every morning since she started hibernating. The range has grown smaller. Before his slowed body can seep relief into his spine and blood, he realises it is because he has grown paler. He is more than aware her illness isn't contagious (the

"It's absolutely disgusting," you said. England nodded. In front of you both lay a small child, the equivalent of a troublesome and fleshy pile of dribble and vomit. The only you were looking after the baby was that a pair of relatives was out at the moment and they needed someone to take care of a four month-old sick generator for a little cash; you qualified. "I think it's going to vomit again," England spoke, staring at you in a mutual horror you returned. The baby was choking something up and before England could assign himself the job, you told him you'd get another bib from the drawer so the baby could have a clean one after the next wa

France breathes the cold air of a Sunday morning. With melancholy twisting inside his stomach, he pays no attention to a proliferating puff of condensed air that begins to die as soon as it leaves his chapped and shivering lips. It disappears and returns rhythmically, accompanied to death by the slow descent of his chest, and paired with it's rise - as it is born again with the passion of a systematic machine. His pale fingertips wrap softly around a thorny rose-stem, tipped with a stunted red bud at the end. "Je t'aime." It is a quiet whisper; he neither expects you to hear or to deliver a response. Grey clouds above him drift into infinit

England opened the door with his elbow, bags full of groceries and other such trivialities hanging on his arms. When he saw you, his sour face relaxed enough to welcome a more upbeat countenance, glued to security by the blanked curled around your crooked frame and a slim, leather book resting inside the warmth of your lap. "Hello love." England said, placing the bags onto a couch. "Hello England." You answered courteously, looking up from your book to pay closer attention to the man's exceptional mood. "Are you a bit cold in there?" He asked, teasing the countless layers of clothing and blankets that had settled around your body. Your reply