#muscle man strong silent type and all??? with the dark-teal hair??

[kusanagihaku]

ahhhh realised i got so caught up in explaining alan's 五格 that i didn't take a look at his actual kanji!!

御堂 (midō) refers to a religious building, like a hall or a temple. 亜 (a) usually refers to a subordinate. i think this is interesting because without looking at the last character, it sounds like he is subject to the will of the gods. or secularly, being bound by circumstance.

we don't have many details on alan's history now, but i assume a child (especially someone like alan, from what we've seen of him) has no sort of innate inclination to just go about using super-strength to beat up an adult, and to beat that adult up so badly he goes to juvie. we'll probably find out more about it at some point, but it's cool how something so formative in his character set-up is embedded in his name!

his last character, 嵐 (ran), usually refers to a storm. it's also made of two characters, 山 (mountain) and 風 (wind) – something strong and solid, and something powerful. which is so lovely for alan, not just as a physical description mans is BUILT, but also as a character. he might cause as much intense and uncontrollable damage as a storm with his stigma, but he's solid and reliable as a captain and as a person.

i think it gets incredibly interesting when you put his name all together – the storm of his name (亜嵐) with the concept of his surname (御堂). i choose to interpret it as this: no matter what the gods throw at him, he's his own storm and he's strong enough to come out the other side. things may not go his way easily and he may need to work harder than most to succeed, but he will!!!!

Hey! I’ve been following your blog for a while now but I think I’m missing something. Your two most recent(?) posts about Taiga were about reading is 五格 and 地格/总格 (10,31) but I don’t really understand what these are or where it is that your finding them in the game. I figure it might be hard to explain what they are to someone who doesn’t understand Japanese culture or anything but could you try to elaborate in any way? Thanks!

五格 (five elements?) is a type of onomancy first written about by kumazaki keno. it’s a type of name divination that people use to choose a name for their children, company or stage/pen name.

because it works by calculating the number of strokes in a name, it’s used mostly to decide between kanji options when coming up with a name. depending on the total number of strokes, the luck that the name predicts you will have can be good or bad.

you calculate each number based on the kanji then combine them for interpretation, so you can't find it in the game! it's more of looking at the individual characters in their actual name. let's use alan's name as an example!

① 天格 (24) refers to his 'inherited luck', ② 人格 (18) refers to his 'main luck', ③ 地格 (19) refers to his 'early luck' (before he hits middle age), ④ 外格 (25) is his 'support luck' (from friends or partner) and ⑤ 总格 (43) refers to his 'later luck' (after he hits middle age). these numbers are derived by adding up the strokes of the kanji.

the resulting numbers correspond to an interpretation (there's a full list of 1 to 81 floating around somewhere), but the interpretation is usually read in relation to other numbers. i usually can't be bothered to count the strokes and scroll up and down to put all the numbers together lmao, so i use sites like this to help me add everything up!

1 天格 and 2 人格 can be interpreted together to read his relationship with his parents/mentors. for alan, his parents might be more old-school. at work, it might be hard for him to get approval or validation from his mentors... which sounds really vagastrom / tracks with what dante has expressed about vagastrom...

2 人格 and 3 地格 can be interpreted together to read his character. honestly i gasped cried a little when i read it??? he takes good care of his children/juniors - even though he may be overly protective (!!), he thinks about them all the time and can easily be negotiated with. his sense of responsibility is very strong, will care for others and he will work hard (!!!!!) which to me makes the mortkranken chapter even more lovely… the members of vagastrom will follow and defend their captain to the end and there’s good cause for that… (captain of my heart……..)

2 人格 and 4 外格 can be interpreted together to read his relationship with others. when he's in trouble he may have a lot of friends willing to come forward to offer him support (especially financial... certain vice-captain i'm looking at u!!!!). if he remains kind and down-to-earth, he will see success. (i am once again begging the universe to give alan a safe and normal life i love him)

2 人格 and 5 总格 can be interpreted together to read his work/financial outlook. things won't go his way easily; he will need to work harder than most to succeed. (i am once again begging the universe–)

3 地格 and 5 总格 can be interpreted together to read his relationship with his future family. he might be not be good at communication (!!) and may be stubborn (!!!). he might end up quite pessimistic, but this can be changed if he puts in effort to change his mindset. (i am ONCE AGAIN begging the universe PLEASE to give alan love–)

obviously i read names very much for fun and you can take it as seriously or as lightly as you want, but i think all the readings i've done so far for all the characters track very much with how they're presented in-story... which makes me wonder if some writer in the tkdb character design room has all their 五格 numbers and interpretations mapped out...

anyway, hope this is clear enough!! if I explained anything unclearly I found this site that explains it the most simply (web translate available)!

[cchexmex]

Worship. nsft Kotalblack below, spicy possibly saucy.

Worship. Erron mulled the word over in his head. The sound of his footsteps barely registered as he walked down an empty hallway, dim light casting an orange glow against stone walls. He sighed lowly, hot air pushing back against his skin-confined behind his mask. Brows pinched together, he stared intently down the hall and quickened his pace. Some type of worship maybe. He ran a hand down to his belt, linking in his thumb near his belt buckle and lightly hoisting upward. He chuckled, shaking his head to himself, realizing he was thinking too much. A few more steps, he found himself in front of a familiar door, he’d sworn before he could easily find his way here even in pitch black. Letting himself in silently, he quickly removed his hat and cleared his throat once. That orange glow of light painted the stone floor, he followed it silently, slipping in through another door and finding him. He looked tired, Erron noticing the soft expression on half shut eyes as Kotal ran a wet rag over his face, slowly working at the teal paint that covered his body. He was devoid of almost all his gear, the bulky pauldrons that hid his broad shoulders, the feathered helm, almost everything. Kotal opened his eyes, glancing up at Erron momentarily before burying his face back into the rough cloth.

“Hey…” Erron wandered closer, setting his hat aside and working to remove his jacket. He smiled, noticing the small glimmer of a tired grin pulling at the corners of Kotal’s lips.

Kotal mentioned his name softly, moving slightly on his spot in the bed, the bed sinking as his weight shifted.

“You look tired.”

“Slightly.” Kotal set the rag down, lightly tossing it into a small water filled basin near his feet.

Erron nodded, focusing now on removing his boots. He stepped out of them, kicking them aside before walking over to Kotal. Kneeling down to pick up the rag from the basin he wrung it out, watching the water darken with remnants of paint.

“Let me help you…” He muttered gently, glancing at Kotal’s face. The man sighed deeply and laid back on his hands, chin tipped up towards the ceiling. Erron stood beside him, groaning out a small chuckle as he felt strong hands grip his hips and draw him closer.

Those hands move up, slowly kneading at skin through clothing, grazing around arms and gingerly touching the bare skin of Erron’s neck. Eyes fixed on each other, Erron groaned again when a finger lightly swept across his temple and traced the leather band of his mask. He nodded once, Kotal’s hands swiftly finding the clasp and undoing it. Well practiced, Erron’s lips twisted into a slight grin, watching as Kotal’s features grew softer. He set the mask behind him and returned his hands to the underside of Erron’s jaw. Erron steadied himself on Kotal’s shoulder, dipping down to meet open and waiting lips.

“Hold still now…” Erron pulled back and patted at Kotal’s cheek, urging him to lay back. He took his time, dragging the rag across hot skin, intently eyeing how the paint peeled away and more of Kotal’s skin was exposed. Tense muscles relaxed at his touch, he worked the rag harder over more stubborn patches of paint, lingering around Kotal’s chest and shoulders for his own pleasure of seeing the man softly groan at the touch. “I missed you today.” Erron mentioned after a moment, after he’d wrung out the rag a second time, now slowly dragging it up and down Kotal’s shoulders. Kotal cracked an eye open, staring up at Erron. “I missed you…” Koral repeated, hands reaching out for Erron again, plainly resting on his lower back as Erron dipped down again, lips pressed against each other’s. Soft pressure, mouths moving together, warm tongues slowly welcoming in their taste. Erron groaned, feeling hot breath flutter against his chin as Kotal sighed and laid back, eyes shut and bare skin flushed. A small chuckle left Erron as he continued, scrubbing at Kotal’s neck and chest once again. He worked quietly, listening to the soft and even breathing from Kotal, noting how his breath picked up whenever he trailed the rag lower to his stomach. “That good? I think we can get the rest of that paint off later…”

Erron glanced down and eyed Kotal’s thighs, where the paint usually was the most stubborn-though it cracked and peeled from the heat of his body.

“Later.” Kotal chuckled and laid back, stretching out his arms against the bed and moaning. Erron bit at the inside of his cheek, nodding and dropping the rag down into the water basin. He moved it with his foot, water splashing out and hitting his skin. He stared at Kotal, following the rises and dips of his core, the heavy rise of his chest, the bright eyes that were now staring back at him.

Erron moved in between Kotal’s knees, drifting a hand down a bare thigh, lightly stroking the skin. He glanced at Kotal again, noticing his gaze had become more intent, focused. The outline of Kotal’s swelling length had not gone unnoticed. Erron ran his hand up further, gripping tightly into the muscle. Only a thin loincloth covered Kotal’s hips, teasing Erron. Skin against skin and soft words, he loved how sensitive this man was. “Wanna make you feel good…” Erron muttered through a tensing throat, a bright heat sweeping through his gut, excitement pooling heavy.

Kotal’s face darkened, cheeks flushing and that intent gaze now joined by curious eyes. “Your presence alone is making me feel good.”

Erron groaned, laughter interrupting his attempts at rolling his eyes. He shook his head and smirked, working now at his belt buckle as Kotal’s hand moved, swiftly pushing away the front of his loincloth, pumping his length once as he watched Erron. “Real smooth…” Erron muttered, a wry grin spreading on his face. He swallowed once, feeling his face burn hot, flushed skin deepening across his neck and ear. The thump of blood in his ears was disorienting. He gulped down a breath and knelt down, scooting in further between thick thighs. Kotal spread his thighs wider, holding himself at the base as he sat up to watch Erron.

He was fumbling with his belt, fingers forgetting how to work. Erron cursed silently under his breath, giving up and simply unbuttoning his fly. He grasped himself, slipping his length out through the opening of his fly and slowly squeezing the head. He felt Kotal’s hand on his shoulder, immediately realizing he had on far too much clothing, he pulled at one end of the shirt-buttons popping as Kotal held his hand on the other end. Kotal hummed in approval, fingers kneading into sunburnt skin. Erron sighed and leant forward, placing a hand above Kotal’s and lightly squeezing his length, another wave of heat hitting him as Kotal moaned lowly and heavy veins pulsed against his palm. A strong hand cupped the back of his head, refocusing Erron upwards. Erron shut his eyes and groaned, welcoming the warm lips that eagerly sought out his mouth, relishing the taste of him-the sensation of his wet tongue swiping over the inside of his mouth. Kotal parted their kiss, leaning back on his elbows again, half lidded eyes still focused intently on Erron’s face.

“Yeah?”

Erron huffed out a breath, leaning forward again as Kotal softly stroked at his forearm, fingers occasionally prodding at thick scars. Kotal sighed through parted lips as he softly nodded once. Eager, Erron licked his lips and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of Kotal’s length before taking the head into his mouth, absentmindedly swirling his tongue against the underside of his glans, drinking in the taste of warm skin. Each groan and low rumble of breath made Erron shiver, a hot chill rippling over his skin as his heart beat faster still. He built up spit in his mouth, letting it dribble out so he could more easily work the shaft, squeezing his hand around Kotal’s length as well as he could. With his free hand he gripped himself, deciding against it and instead cupping Kotal’s balls, lightly rolling them in his grasp. Another groan escaped Kotal as Erron continued, sucking pointedly on the tip before sinking further down. Erron breathed out hard through his nose, pushing his thighs close together, rubbing himself through the pressure as pleasure swirled in his stomach. That bitterness began to fill his mouth as he took Kotal in further, throat tensing as he urged himself on and the blunt tip of Kotal’s head hit the back of his throat. Kotal’s hand moved, fingers raking through Erron’s hair, keeping him in place as he lightly rolled his hips once. Erron grunted, a small choking sound leaving his throat before he pulled back and caught his breath. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, face red and hair disheveled he weakly smiled up at Kotal. He moved to continue, Kotal’s hand finding its way under his jaw and stopping him in his place.

“Lay down…” Kotal moved, bending down to place a kiss on Erron's temple, brushing back his wet hair with a hand.

Erron stood up for a moment, guided by Kotal’s hand before he eagerly flopped onto the bed. He tossed aside his unbuttoned shirt and watched as Kotal made away with his belt, quickly moving to pull down the waistband of his jeans. Kotal sighed and spoke lowly, words that Erron was just beginning to learn and understand. His head felt hot, heart thumping heavily in his chest-he felt as if he was boiling, a heaviness sinking in his core as he watched Kotal kneel down between his legs. He focused intently on Erron, hands gripping tightly into the muscle of his thighs and dragging down, words spoken into his skin before lips and a focused tongue made their mark. Erron watched as Kotal’s eyes would flick up to meet his, each time making his stomach tense and flip. Those eyes. Kotal burned through him, overwhelming and beyond comforting. It was only him, only them-each sensation pulsing bright and dark. Erron forced his eyes open, Kotal’s lips pressed against his belly, eyes shut-more words spoken into his skin, reverent. Erron groaned and reached out for a hand, fingers linking together as Kotal slowly grasped him and worked him achingly slow with his own precum. “Is this good?”

Kotal chuckled when Erron squirmed lightly in response and groaned out a low yes. Stopping his hand and leaning down to take Erron into his mouth he moved just as slowly then, tongue swiping up and down the sensitive underside of Erron’s shaft-flicking the tip against the single piercing that pulled near the underside of his glans. Erron held tighter to Kotal’s hand, free hand caressing whatever skin he could reach, drifting up and down to squeeze muscle and drag across hot skin. Kotal groaned, easily moving up and down Erron’s length, the tattoos on his skin shining brighter in the dim lantern light of the room. Erron set his hand against Kotal’s forearm, touching at the swell of a tattoo-feeling a stronger heat pulse from the surface of Kotal’s skin. Erron moaned, breathing hard as Kotal’s groans echoched deeply through his skin. He needed to see those eyes, feel them burn him up as Kotal took him over the edge. Maybe it was some form of worship. Kotal reached between his thighs and grasped himself, stroking his length as his breath quickened, spurred on by the small whimpers of noise that left Erron’s parted lips. Exaltation and hungry words of desire-worshiping each other.

“Ko’atal…” Erron ground out through a clenched jaw, toes curling and flexing as he tried to hold out. He gasped when he felt Kotal pull back, licking a line up his shaft as he adjusted himself and stood up. He didn’t think his heart could beat any faster than this, though he’d been proven wrong time and time again. Erron rolled his hips up once, grasping himself as he watched Kotal clam onto the bed, his heavy swollen length swinging and grazing against Erron’s thigh. “make yourself comfortable… c’mere…” he laughed and reached for Kotal, hugging him with one arm as best as he could as the man carefully climbed on top of him, a bright grin on his face as he sank down and sought out his lips. Lips and tongues touching and tasting, they held onto each other, hips sparking a rhythm that they easily quickened-hands squeezing and grasping frantically. Erron gasped out, Kotal groaning and grunting against his mouth as he circled his hips, shafts sliding and pushing against each other, warm precum wetting their skin. Another gasp, Erron fought to open his eyes, seeking out Kotal’s.

“I’m close… so close… fuck…” Erron gulped down a breath, rocking his hips up as well as he could-grinding up into Kotal as his pressure pushed down on him. So heavy and warm. Kotal’s breath fluttered against his collarbone, lips pressing desperate kisses against sweat glazed skin.

“Erron…” it was a soft breathy change in pitch, the tone of voice that made Erron melt further underneath Kotal. Kotal groaned, half lidded eyes locking with Erron’s, mouth hanging open as he gasped in air-hips hitching more frantically, uncoordinated. “Are you going to cum for me?” he groaned, circling his hips again as Erron let out a low moan and squeezed his arms around his shoulders. They held on for as long as they could before breaking down and giving in to each other’s mouths-breath given and taken away, gasping and whispering against reverent lips. Vision warping, weight sinking down in his core, Erron felt his body tense and flex, pleasure wracking his senses as they held onto each other, he heard his name called out once more and he shouted, a heavy fire bursting from his gut and flooding his body, painting Kotal’s stomach with his seed as he felt Kotal’s body tremble and tense against him, muffled moans pushed into the skin of his throat. His name again, repeated over and over as Kotal slowly, tenderly slowed his hips and regained his breath. Like a prayer, Erron focused on the whispered panting of breath flowing over his skin. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips against Kotal’s temple, whispering his own words of adoration, breathing them into the man. Worship, in more ways than one.

[vesuvian-american-fics]

better with time. Ch 9

you're not normal.

Lunch with the scouts goes just about as planned, awkward. A meeting with Erwin leaves you feeling fearful of tomorrow.(AO3)

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As the comfort of sleep faded away, regretfully you opened your eyes and sat up on your bed. You stretched your weary muscles and groaned at the popping sounds your bones made with the movement. You lazily patted your hair back into its usual form before straightening out your clothes and opening your door. Just as you did you were met with Levi’s irritated glare.

“That’s the last time I go without locking your door.” He said before sighing and walking off. You followed without a word, too sleepy to reply to the man.

“You will sit at the same table as Hange, the other superiors and I. Don’t speak unless spoken to, if you do good today this can be regular. If any scouts come up to you, ignore them. It’ll be hard because those brats are chatty, don’t answer any of their questions. Got it?” He rattled off. Right now, he was seeming like more of the chatty type, more than usual you suppose. However, it's to be expected you imagined. He’s giving you a lot of trust allowing you to eat with everyone as if you were normal. You were thankful but that can go without saying.

“I got it.” You replied, within the next few steps the two of you were standing in front of the canteen you had cleaned just hours before. Suddenly feeling shy and self-conscious your stomach sank. You hadn’t been in a social setting like this since you’ve been human again, to be honest you were scared. No one was expecting you to speak though but you knew all eyes would be glued to the back of your head as soon as you entered. It was nerve wracking.

“Stand up straight...” He snapped before opening the door an walking inside, leaving you to trail after him like a lost puppy. Just as you hypothesized, the once loud and rambunctious canteen had fell silent. Silent save for Hange still tittering off about one sciencey thing or another to the other men at their table, that made it less awkward for you but you couldn’t help but feel a few beads of cold sweat forming at your brow.

Levi cleared his throat dramatically to grab your attention toward the meal tray he had already filled with your lunch for the day, boiled potato and soup again. With that the two of you made your way towards Hange and sat down, you next to them and Levi across. The men at the table, Mike and Moblit, eyed you over in acknowledgement before properly greeting Levi. You gave them a curt nod and lifted your fork to take a bite of your food. Hange roughly hooked an arm around your shoulder before loudly bringing you into the conversation.

“Moblit! This is the one I’ve been talking about! Y/N! Hi!” You winced at their volume and a shy blush warms your cheeks, as if all the attention in the room wasn’t already on your neck, it surely was now. You could hear your name floating about the room as people began talking about you.

“Y/N huh?”

“She’s that titan?”

“Is it safe having her here?”

“I’m sure they know what they’re doing...”

“You think she’s like Annie––”

“Don’t mention that one!!”

That last part greatly disturbed you, but you decided to ignore the voices around you and just focus on the people at your table and your food. Levi looked at you over the top of his tea cup, reading your worried expression carefully. Setting his cup down gently he addressed Hange sternly.

“Shitty glasses... Keep your voice down you’re giving me a headache.”

Hange being as intelligent as they are quickly realized Levi said that more for your sake than his made-up migraine. Hange gave a short glance your way before quickly giving you a squeeze and lowering their voice as told. Instantly a bit of your anxiety ebbed away though the gossip didn’t die down much.

The rest of the lunch period went without much incident, Hange did well to distract you from the background chatter and made you feel normal. Moblit was a sweet fellow, the only person you imagine could handle Hange on 100% at all times, Mike was quiet but from time to time he would chuckle at the commentary. Levi remained stoic and unchanging, sipping his perfectly brewed black tea, and picking away at his meal. It was a nice change in pace in contrast to eating alone in your room with your nose in a book.

Your thoughts were interrupted when a boy you recognized instantly came stumbling up towards Levi. His large teal eyes staring into yours. However, this time, two others followed after him. A taller girl with brilliant black hair and a soft red scarf over her shoulders, and a timid looking blonde boy with even bigger baby blue eyes.

Without taking his eyes off of his plate Levi addressed the three scouts coldly.

“And what do you brats want?” His voice made the blonde jump, and to make him feel a little less on edge you returned your gaze back to Hange and Moblit, watching the two interact and trying to ignore the scouts and whatever they needed to give them a semblance of privacy.

“C-captain, we were just wondering-–” Eren was interrupted by Levi speaking over him.

“If you’re wondering anything about Y/N, its none of your business for now. Dismissed.” With the mention of your name, you jumped a bit and your shocked yet confused eyes met Levi’s even and dark ones.

“It's dangerous having a titan at the base with Eren. What if she’s after him like Annie was?” The girl responded, she had a confidence about her that told you she was strong and not to be trifled with. Almost on par with Levi, however, she lacked the outward intimidation.

“Do you think I can’t do my job, Mikasa?”

“But for Eren–”

“Do you think I can’t do my job?”

“It’s not that.”

“Then you’re dismissed.” Levi ended the conversation once again with a tone of finality. After a moment of tense silence, the three of them walked off as the blonde pulled tirelessly on their sleeves away from the table.

“Also, the three of you have kitchen duty for the week.” Levi called after them, you could hear the three kids bickering amongst each other as they got back to their table. Eren and some taller boy teasing one another as soon as he sat down.

You looked back to Levi but he was already standing from his seat, taking your tray and his to be disposed of. Before he could make it back to the table the door of the canteen opened, you couldn’t see who was on the other side but Levi went to them quickly.

He was gone for just a few minutes before Erwin stepped through the door. Everyone stood and saluted to him, and you felt awkward for sitting.

“At ease.” He said, everybody retook their seats as his eyes scanned the crowd for yours. He gave you a small smile before he spoke again.

“Y/N, come with me.” Your eyes widened just a fraction before darting towards Hange, they nudged you and waved you off.

“See you later Y/N!” With that, you stumbled towards Erwin and he opened the door for you. Outside you were met with Levi and the three of you walked towards what you imagined to be Erwin’s office at the base.

You were nervous, they must have decided what to do with you. Or maybe they want to conduct another interview now that you could talk, but you don’t remember anything new yet. Anxiety pricked at your skin; you weren’t prepared to be berated with questions.

What if, because of your lack of memory they thought you were lying? What if they didn’t trust you? What if–

“Go inside.” Levi said, ripping you from the cloud of your invasive thoughts. You stepped inside the office and took a seat, Levi remined standing by the door. The large wooden desk was decorated with a name plate reading Erwin Smith.

The man in question cleared his throat before shuffling a few documents before him and addressing you.

“Y/N...”

...

Experiments? Are they serious?

“I can see the distress on your face. I assure you; the experiments will be nothing invasive, and all led by Hange and Moblit.” Still, you were unsure about the prospects of being tested on like some animal to the slaughter. Your lack of response urged Erwin to continue explaining.

“We need to test your titan abilities, if you can shift like the other titan shifters we’ve encountered. What are your strengths, are you a unique case? Things of that nature, and if we’re to trust you to the best of our ability, we need to know these things. I’d like to ask for your consent, however, if you’re to stay with us there is no other way, I’m afraid.” He rested his chin atop his clasped fists and we patiently awaited your reply.

Levi however, was never one for such pleasantries, and gave you no extra time to think it over before he spoke.

“If you don’t want to stay, we can always drop you off outside the walls and watch you fend for yourself against your friends out there.” He commented, pointing his thumb out towards the windows. The thought unnerved you, and you wouldn’t put it passed him to stay true to his word.

With a defeated sigh you gave the men your answer.

“I’ll do anything. I can’t lie I’m afraid, I don’t want to be a titan anymore. I don’t want to be a shifter. This is all so confusing but I’ll do what I have to to gain your trust.”

“Well then that settles it. We’ll start tomorrow.” Levi said, quickly heading out the door and leaving you and Erwin alone. Your shoulders dropped; this was all so sudden but you could understand their dilemma. They needed to have answers and quick, you’ve already been here for quite some time inconveniencing them with your silence and memory loss. This is the least you can do.

It’ll give you the answers you’ve been hoping for yourself, can you even turn again? You prayed to whatever god that was listening that you didn’t have the ability to shift. You signed your name on the pages that Erwin slid across to you.

He gave a knowing smile, before dismissing you. When you exited, Levi was there waiting to lead you back to your room. The walk back was silent as expected, and when you entered your room he lingered in the doorway before speaking.

“Rest up. I’ll bring your dinner here later.” You nodded weakly before falling over into your pillow. He stayed just a second longer before you heard the soft click of the door shutting, and the quiet jingle of his keys locking you inside.

The uncertainty of tomorrow scared you.