laceraalas:

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▐│∶☽∶; ╾                  He’d always been one to notice small things. From minute details to faint mannerisms and gestures, it was rare to escape his eye. The real matter was whether or not he chose to act on his awareness. And in most cases, he merely opted not to. Wasn’t worth his time or energy, really.

      But this time, as he catches the hesitance in her steps, he considers the alternative. Previously she’d openly displayed her anxieties with restless gestures and fidgeting. Now, her body language indicated second thoughts. Doubting her decision to step forward, perhaps? Hmn. It was a risky one. Eren’s discover had been accidental, after all. Not that it’d made his experiences all the easier. 

                   ❝…how is he fairing?❞

      He assumes well. Considering there’d been no recent reports of further… incidents, within the walls. A stray titan╾especially an intelligent one╾would be difficult to miss.

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  She doesn’t expect him to question her again, but the more she thinks about it the smarter she imagines him to be. The girl straightens her back a little, is quiet for a moment to calculate what kind of answer he’d want. She’s still unsure of what exactly they’ll to do Aang once she steps forward… maybe this wasn’t the right thing to do, maybe she should have waited and taken Aang with her. Hands tremble but an expressionless face is forced. 

      “He’s fine,” she isn’t sure what the proper answer is, even now as she’s spoken too soon, “he… he doesn’t know I’m here. He doesn’t know what I’m doing…” she regrets it the moment it touches the air but it slides off her tongue like the more natural thing she could have said. 

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        “He’s like my little brother,” she explains, carefully, quietly, “and I thought that… since the Corps helped Eren then maybe they could…” she doesn’t feel like finishing the sentence. Her stomach contorts when she thinks about what might happen to her younger companion. “I thought that maybe they– you all– could help him too.” She wants to smack herself. She’s being naive, being weak again. Fingers curl into fists. She’ll protect Aang no matter what, but she has to believe this is the right thing to do. 

(Source: sovereixn-blog, via laceraalas)