( a shadow of another emotion, lurching sharp. Armin is left cold, empty and limb-heavy, soul deep in a sudden void. shocked almost bodily, he gasps against Eren.
had he said something aloud? Armin burrows his face even lower — I don't know, either! screamt through his core as though drowning — distantly aware the new stretch of skin pressing against Eren is less tight, less painful, the way parts of his arms, long strips of his belly and thighs are. Armin sobs, hard, mouth open, shoulders shaking, lungs hitching. ) Eren...
( even this hot, Armin prickles gooseflesh, something tense in the air, Eren or his own sudden fear. tears distort Armin's voice. ) Please... Don't leave! ( the possibility terrifies him more than anything Eren has done. will do. )
[ he can’t feel it anymore like he did when they still glowed, but he didn’t have to, to feel the wrenching pain in armin’s words. for a second eren’s eyes search for an answer before his midsection is squeezed and wetness expands from dots on his shirt to circles. he still doesn’t know what to do and their short lived synchrony isn’t coming back so soon. oh, fuck— ]
Stop— stop crying, [ eren finally decides, but lacking much demand in his voice as he offered some sort of peace that he had assumed fake at first, but, ] I’m not— [ his swallow strains, audible, and his eyes have gone some ways pink where they should be white. they sting— ] going anywhere right now.
[ to their dismay or not, whether that would be comfort or not. his last ditch effort is to wrangle armin’s body into his by a firm wrap around the shoulders. their gems don’t glow, he was still afraid. but as always— he held steadfast to not showing it. eren has always had bravado, even when stuck in a hopeless ditch. ]
( Armin presses his lips into a barely held line: nods, once or twice, the way one only can when their tears become too much.
let's just go.
another nod. a breath that almost hiccups. a long moment between then and the slow unfurling of Armin's posture. he extricates himself from Eren — not at all — only enough to straighten, arm round the small of Eren's back. Eren's about his shoulders had felt good, something right feeling and warm synchrony can't simulate.
sniffing, Armin blots his face, using the inside of his forearm, irritating the slight burns there and against his cheek (likely not yet obvious for the splotchy flush brought on by so many tears). in that, Armin is not self conscious: Eren has watched him cry more times than either can count (that he cares is so constant as to be unconscious), but the emotion is raw and mournful, least of all for a moment of synchrony.
hesitant, Armin lifts his gaze, not yet ready to say or do anything. )
[ this was about to be one of the most silent, awkward walks they've made side by side as eren started first, on arm slung over the blond's shoulders and vaguely aware of the pressure on his lower back. gradually, eren mentally wasn't as near as his gesture and words had sought to be. his thoughts make him drift far and go through the motions of walking rather than living each step, to the point where he wasn't paying attention to where they were going. just— walking. maybe it'll lead to the embassy. maybe the wild metropolis. there was too much to think about, and armin from a future as a ghastly as he knows hadn't eased or halted eren's muted descent into hell.
without looking at him, and, eventually, eren speaks up, but only after a good five to ten minutes in quiet. ]
Your's is blue.
[ the thought made verbal was broken in delivery— it started about halfway after eren was thinking of it in full. an observation of his glowing gem under his button down, but a clue to what he was thinking of before, maybe. there were a lot of things that could come from it, but eren doesn't make it known.
it was ironic. blue, like the sea armin had dreamed of and where eren's ceased and only saw a vast horizon of red. did that mean there was more to these gems? ]
( a soft "mm" of acknowledgement. in a better, less gloomy mood, Armin might flush: self aware and self conscious some god — or at least its representative jewel — of water and virtue would bond to him. Armin watches the floor before their feet. )
I think your temperature is because of yours. ( and if Eren's fever had since lowered... probably, sapphire has a calming effect. (or...) too soon. too raw. Armin is, still, collecting his thoughts, making sense of his first impression of synchrony.
how, or perhaps who, had initiated the moment, he can't say. but he knows who had ended it, and he knows he doesn't quite mind: the synchrony, pleasant, yes, but dark and overwhelming, perhaps for the sort of people, the sort of monsters, he and Eren are. )
[ better this at the moment than not, or something else, those things that he'd left behind. eventually, eren's arm slips from its branch on armin's shoulders to hang loosely at his sides. ]
Have you tried using it?
[ he vaguely remembers the scientists in their banter of information that eren would have to gradually wrap his head around rather than immediately. the pauses in between are still pregnant, eren nearly didn't even ask another question— but the awkward attempts are still there. ]
( that, Armin minds a little, a slight sag in his shoulders. his arm likewise falls to his side. )
Not on purpose. Those scientists said I can heal people, but... ( a turn of Armin's head. he examines Eren. ) You, still, look kind of red. Whatever's helping your fever must be passive. They said our gems need a certain kind of energy to use their powers.
( is this something Eren had or hadn't heard after his own arrival? the moment takes a familiar beat. )
[ heal people . . . eren could only dwell on it for a moment before armin would begin to consider his silence as ignorance. eren was a chronic spacer when there were more important things on his mind, though— he vaguely remembers a thing or two, and uses what would make the most sense. ]
Synchrony, right?
[ wrong. well, almost. he wasn't listening intently enough to distinguish the process and the actual energy. ]
( to that, Armin is silent; his expression, as contemplative as it is sorry. he had intended to avoid the subject. )
About that... ( Armin's pace rolls to a stop. hesitating again, he meets Eren's gaze... but falters after a particular point. kind of weird. ) It's okay... Ours wasn't very long. It was kind of weird, so...
( so?
after another pause, Armin begins walking. as though to leave the subject behind. ) We don't know what kind of world Noctium is, anyway. We might not need to use our gem powers. But if we do... We, still, have the Attack and Colossus.
( although Armin is yet to allow his body to heal, the mildest of burns born from Eren's fever. )
[ yeah. weird. or maybe it was just a failure not worth churning— it wasn't as if eren was going to want to try it again any time soon, neither did the feelings bring him comfort.
he and armin have done this plenty of times, walking around the uncomfortable elephant in the room, so. it's not as if he's expectant to see it change any time soon (it wouldn't change, any time soon). even if eren prefers it that way, given the circumstance, it makes him feel distant, all the same, as much as he begins to look the part.
he's walking with, his manna has depleted to bring down the fever, their earlier synchrony produced little to nothing and a heaviness of using it on and off, unintentionally, begins to set in. ]
At least we have options, [ a loose shrug, ] for now. As long as we figure out how to get back to where we need to be.
Armin can only guess where, or what, that is for him. (but if his death is uncertain... can he, still, stop Eren at fort salta? can the future change?) the where that Eren wants to go... Armin can't possibly allow him to do that. after a minute pause, however, ) Yeah... ( is all Armin says in reply, something a little resolute between the lines of misery and exhaustion.
with nothing else said, silence overtakes the two and wherever they might go. )
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had he said something aloud? Armin burrows his face even lower — I don't know, either! screamt through his core as though drowning — distantly aware the new stretch of skin pressing against Eren is less tight, less painful, the way parts of his arms, long strips of his belly and thighs are. Armin sobs, hard, mouth open, shoulders shaking, lungs hitching. ) Eren...
( even this hot, Armin prickles gooseflesh, something tense in the air, Eren or his own sudden fear. tears distort Armin's voice. ) Please... Don't leave! ( the possibility terrifies him more than anything Eren has done. will do. )
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Stop— stop crying, [ eren finally decides, but lacking much demand in his voice as he offered some sort of peace that he had assumed fake at first, but, ] I’m not— [ his swallow strains, audible, and his eyes have gone some ways pink where they should be white. they sting— ] going anywhere right now.
[ to their dismay or not, whether that would be comfort or not. his last ditch effort is to wrangle armin’s body into his by a firm wrap around the shoulders. their gems don’t glow, he was still afraid. but as always— he held steadfast to not showing it. eren has always had bravado, even when stuck in a hopeless ditch. ]
Let’s just go.
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let's just go.
another nod. a breath that almost hiccups. a long moment between then and the slow unfurling of Armin's posture. he extricates himself from Eren — not at all — only enough to straighten, arm round the small of Eren's back. Eren's about his shoulders had felt good, something right feeling and warm synchrony can't simulate.
sniffing, Armin blots his face, using the inside of his forearm, irritating the slight burns there and against his cheek (likely not yet obvious for the splotchy flush brought on by so many tears). in that, Armin is not self conscious: Eren has watched him cry more times than either can count (that he cares is so constant as to be unconscious), but the emotion is raw and mournful, least of all for a moment of synchrony.
hesitant, Armin lifts his gaze, not yet ready to say or do anything. )
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without looking at him, and, eventually, eren speaks up, but only after a good five to ten minutes in quiet. ]
Your's is blue.
[ the thought made verbal was broken in delivery— it started about halfway after eren was thinking of it in full. an observation of his glowing gem under his button down, but a clue to what he was thinking of before, maybe. there were a lot of things that could come from it, but eren doesn't make it known.
it was ironic. blue, like the sea armin had dreamed of and where eren's ceased and only saw a vast horizon of red. did that mean there was more to these gems? ]
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I think your temperature is because of yours. ( and if Eren's fever had since lowered... probably, sapphire has a calming effect. (or...) too soon. too raw. Armin is, still, collecting his thoughts, making sense of his first impression of synchrony.
how, or perhaps who, had initiated the moment, he can't say. but he knows who had ended it, and he knows he doesn't quite mind: the synchrony, pleasant, yes, but dark and overwhelming, perhaps for the sort of people, the sort of monsters, he and Eren are. )
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Have you tried using it?
[ he vaguely remembers the scientists in their banter of information that eren would have to gradually wrap his head around rather than immediately. the pauses in between are still pregnant, eren nearly didn't even ask another question— but the awkward attempts are still there. ]
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Not on purpose. Those scientists said I can heal people, but... ( a turn of Armin's head. he examines Eren. ) You, still, look kind of red. Whatever's helping your fever must be passive. They said our gems need a certain kind of energy to use their powers.
( is this something Eren had or hadn't heard after his own arrival? the moment takes a familiar beat. )
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Synchrony, right?
[ wrong. well, almost. he wasn't listening intently enough to distinguish the process and the actual energy. ]
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About that... ( Armin's pace rolls to a stop. hesitating again, he meets Eren's gaze... but falters after a particular point. kind of weird. ) It's okay... Ours wasn't very long. It was kind of weird, so...
( so?
after another pause, Armin begins walking. as though to leave the subject behind. ) We don't know what kind of world Noctium is, anyway. We might not need to use our gem powers. But if we do... We, still, have the Attack and Colossus.
( although Armin is yet to allow his body to heal, the mildest of burns born from Eren's fever. )
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he and armin have done this plenty of times, walking around the uncomfortable elephant in the room, so. it's not as if he's expectant to see it change any time soon (it wouldn't change, any time soon). even if eren prefers it that way, given the circumstance, it makes him feel distant, all the same, as much as he begins to look the part.
he's walking with, his manna has depleted to bring down the fever, their earlier synchrony produced little to nothing and a heaviness of using it on and off, unintentionally, begins to set in. ]
At least we have options, [ a loose shrug, ] for now. As long as we figure out how to get back to where we need to be.
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Armin can only guess where, or what, that is for him. (but if his death is uncertain... can he, still, stop Eren at fort salta? can the future change?) the where that Eren wants to go... Armin can't possibly allow him to do that. after a minute pause, however, ) Yeah... ( is all Armin says in reply, something a little resolute between the lines of misery and exhaustion.
with nothing else said, silence overtakes the two and wherever they might go. )