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genessia2015-03-24 03:45 am
neighvarily) wrote in genessia2015-03-24 03:45 am
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WHO: Mikasa and Jean
WHAT: Comforting eachother after some difficult weeks.
WHEN: March 13th
WHERE: The SNK apartment
WARNINGS: Cute, probably references to death, and as always, language.
He wasn't sure how long he had been standing at the window and staring at the same fucking leaf on the ground, but probably longer than healthy, considering how the shadows were now at a significantly different angle from when he started. Jean's head was a strange blank mess of fragmented thoughts and emotions he didn't even want to start making sense of. He probably should have felt better, or even worse than he ever had, but instead he just felt numb.
Normally, he would have made some kind of insulting remark to someone by now, but he was just fine with this. Maybe he should have found some way to occupy himself, by training, doing something productive, but he didn't even want to think about protecting the others, because he knew no matter how stronger he became, he wouldn't always be able to.
Armin had been right, and it hadn't been Jean who paid for it. He wasn't angry over the fact. Not anymore. He was becoming increasingly familiar with the emptiness that lingered in his head, and he just wanted to be as alone as possible in their apartment, which wasn't very lonely, but he could try.
WHAT: Comforting eachother after some difficult weeks.
WHEN: March 13th
WHERE: The SNK apartment
WARNINGS: Cute, probably references to death, and as always, language.
He wasn't sure how long he had been standing at the window and staring at the same fucking leaf on the ground, but probably longer than healthy, considering how the shadows were now at a significantly different angle from when he started. Jean's head was a strange blank mess of fragmented thoughts and emotions he didn't even want to start making sense of. He probably should have felt better, or even worse than he ever had, but instead he just felt numb.
Normally, he would have made some kind of insulting remark to someone by now, but he was just fine with this. Maybe he should have found some way to occupy himself, by training, doing something productive, but he didn't even want to think about protecting the others, because he knew no matter how stronger he became, he wouldn't always be able to.
Armin had been right, and it hadn't been Jean who paid for it. He wasn't angry over the fact. Not anymore. He was becoming increasingly familiar with the emptiness that lingered in his head, and he just wanted to be as alone as possible in their apartment, which wasn't very lonely, but he could try.