[ eren jaeger will not use a spoon (correctly), he has a permit, this is a free country
volume doesn’t make a difference here; music was music, and this song was the song. the more it plays, the more that a change in demeanor is obvious. any smiles fade, and a once enthralled gaze lowers to his hands, then to the bed as he props himself up with his elbow, then . . . eren’s eyes nearly shut.
he’s far from sleeping, and quietly watches elliot eat. trying to smile when their eyes locked but coming up a little short. especially when he’d part his lips, to say something, then quickly represses it with a sigh. he wants to talk, he hasn’t forgotten about a few weeks ago, but there’s still something inside him that doesn’t permit him to, be it the way he had to preserve others of memories he wished he never had sometimes (which he’d afterwards condemn, or else he’d be ignorant all over again), or because it hurt him too much to speak of.
or maybe there’s that little branch in between that still thinks no one would understand. ]
It’s my favorite. [ he says, trying to fix elliot’s hair away from falling into the ice cream, before holds his breath.
he’s sure diddly dee done gonna cry in like five seconds ]
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volume doesn’t make a difference here; music was music, and this song was the song. the more it plays, the more that a change in demeanor is obvious. any smiles fade, and a once enthralled gaze lowers to his hands, then to the bed as he props himself up with his elbow, then . . . eren’s eyes nearly shut.
he’s far from sleeping, and quietly watches elliot eat. trying to smile when their eyes locked but coming up a little short. especially when he’d part his lips, to say something, then quickly represses it with a sigh. he wants to talk, he hasn’t forgotten about a few weeks ago, but there’s still something inside him that doesn’t permit him to, be it the way he had to preserve others of memories he wished he never had sometimes (which he’d afterwards condemn, or else he’d be ignorant all over again), or because it hurt him too much to speak of.
or maybe there’s that little branch in between that still thinks no one would understand. ]
It’s my favorite. [ he says, trying to fix elliot’s hair away from falling into the ice cream, before holds his breath.
he’s sure diddly dee done gonna cry in like five seconds ]