also, not that eren was any better in terms of experience! he just . . . had ten times less anxiety. it’s all about communication (which i laugh at, sweet foreshadowing).
he does, though. a sparkling build up trips when it feels like his thoughts had been shot down, though he keeps watching onward with attention to hear him. hands don’t leave either, his fingers riding down to his navel and observing the contours, or not, of muscle at his abdomen. he’s not a close combat fighter, he doesn’t use his body much, but it can keep up with basics, he presumes. ]
What you know of. [ because self doubt is a monster so wild that it could take the strongest awareness away. ] We can get pretty blind, you know.
[Yeah well he's just a human pile of anxiety okay.
It's a good assessment of his skill. He's fitter than he used to be, he won't get easily winded on long treks like he used to. But he'll never win any fist fights anytime soon, or pull off any gymnastic stunts. That's just not in the cards.
Elliot meanwhile, brings his own hand up to trace along Eren's abs. He takes extra time to trace any scales he comes across. Harder than skin, but smooth other than the edges. They're dark, but they also have so much color in them. Beautiful.]
Aha, true...but when everyone falls for my best friend and barely notices me there, I'm not sure how blind I really am... [It sounds jealous, but there's no actual jealousy coming through the bond. It's just how it was. Rean was one of those people that naturally attracted people to him. He didn't do it on purpose, if anything he was too dense to realize it half the time. And attracting all that attention wasn't even always a good thing, considering how things were now...
He sighs and shakes his head.]
No, that wasn't fair. It's not just him. Sorry. You were trying to compliment me and get in the mood, you don't need me unloading all my stupid baggage on you.
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also, not that eren was any better in terms of experience! he just . . . had ten times less anxiety. it’s all about communication (which i laugh at, sweet foreshadowing).
he does, though. a sparkling build up trips when it feels like his thoughts had been shot down, though he keeps watching onward with attention to hear him. hands don’t leave either, his fingers riding down to his navel and observing the contours, or not, of muscle at his abdomen. he’s not a close combat fighter, he doesn’t use his body much, but it can keep up with basics, he presumes. ]
What you know of. [ because self doubt is a monster so wild that it could take the strongest awareness away. ] We can get pretty blind, you know.
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It's a good assessment of his skill. He's fitter than he used to be, he won't get easily winded on long treks like he used to. But he'll never win any fist fights anytime soon, or pull off any gymnastic stunts. That's just not in the cards.
Elliot meanwhile, brings his own hand up to trace along Eren's abs. He takes extra time to trace any scales he comes across. Harder than skin, but smooth other than the edges. They're dark, but they also have so much color in them. Beautiful.]
Aha, true...but when everyone falls for my best friend and barely notices me there, I'm not sure how blind I really am... [It sounds jealous, but there's no actual jealousy coming through the bond. It's just how it was. Rean was one of those people that naturally attracted people to him. He didn't do it on purpose, if anything he was too dense to realize it half the time. And attracting all that attention wasn't even always a good thing, considering how things were now...
He sighs and shakes his head.]
No, that wasn't fair. It's not just him. Sorry. You were trying to compliment me and get in the mood, you don't need me unloading all my stupid baggage on you.