#I wrote this back then when I was scoffing down takeaway according to my draft

[teufelme]

freisin​.

    “      DID HE REALLY    ban eating when he read it to you  ?  ‘cause   ,   i really fancy doughnuts  &  i know where reiner hid the recent  batch  !    ”  lets talk darkness   ,   lets talk sunless .  talk traditions of two bodies flipping pages basked in the dim log fire glow .  you bombard question after question but your attention is still on the words flowing before you .  the rebuttal of learning .

      ❝      … yeah.      ❞      these precepts have given you life: words like fire, BURNING WITH PURPOSE / a light dancing over dark strands. it’s nice: no lips fighting to fall / a soft curve ‘pon olive features, not cheek to cheek but enough to show you’re content. you hold your voice low, eyes shifting to scriptures (or, better yet, the escape from the horror and ache that you feel?).

      ❝      … we can eat, just not while reading. how about you let me finish up here, then we can go and find them? and maybe invite reiner to join us, too? that’s only fair.      ❞