#ੈ 𝟎𝟎𝟖 . 🕊 ˎˊ˗ / / my soul will find yours wherever you are ( petra x miche / soistarve. )

[fiduciia]

( 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀 ) ; our muses sit together after a traumatic experience. / :( from miche ok plz let them have a sits. maybe their leggies touch ;;

COMFORT ACTIONS / / @soistarve

❛ y - you've heard him talk too, you've seen him... the titans responded to his voice... ❜

THE INVOLUNTARY TREMORS IN HER FINGERS DID NOT STOP, even as they found the steaming porcelain of tea cup handed to her by the commander. they reacted poorly to the scorching sensation too, a delayed parting of palms ( in crippling silence ) blistering their insides. the only form of respite / of solace came in a chair pulled so close to her that contact was inevitable... ABANDON THE ENVELOPE OF YOUR BODY ON THE FIELD, move like a machine, feel only the muscles that tighten with every agile deadly pirouette, mind not the flesh cut open ——— do so knowing it won't have the luxury of suturing itself in a painless cloud of mist.

the defeated hunching of shoulders straightened by miche's side as he sat. it was a three - guests reunion: her, him, and the setting sun who, by its appeasing caresses of reds & oranges seemed to ask for forgiveness for not being able to do much. yet it had done so much, because it had made her want to see it tomorrow. BECAUSE THROUGH IT ALL. ❛ i'll continue fighting, by your side, would you still need me. ❜ you, who trusted me, you, who would take on a herd of titans to protect young recruits, you, who stood in the shadows despite prowesses, and you who never seemed to mind it.

her leg neighbored his, a squeaking of leather straps as she nestled herself closer, pulling her gaze away from the wall ( she'd had enough of them ) to capture his. a mirrored fatigue, a tension in the nerves that connected occulars to brain, an exhaustion in her brain connected to her heart. but in her heart, something alive that coaxed delicate lips into a minute soft / pained smile.

❛ i'm counting on you ❜ you can count on me, ❛ for tomorrow. ❜ for always.

[fiduciia]

@soistarve ♡'d

❛ commander ? ❜ knuckles respectfully hit the door to let her presence known, cradling a wooden tray against her stomach to prevent it from buckling. ❛ i've come to bring you food and change your bandages. ❜ having been spared the atrocities of today by being placed on a luckier front, petra had taken it upon herself to provide necessities && first aids to her superior inside of her own home. it was characteristic of him, after all, to be selfless, to leave hospitals beds to the fellow injured of each batallion.