#she'd rather kiss a *cough cough* decapitated head than jean

[sunflowersunite]

There is something you can't leave in the tags. WHAT EVEN IS-- THIS IS SO SWEET THERE'S A SCENE PLAYING IN MY HEAD RN WHY IS THERE A SCENE IN MY HEAD. Come on no, I don't have time for scenes or anything, there's things that need to be done, there's--

Guilt coils at his stomach, his chest, cinching tightly like a vice. He’s an insensitive piece of shit who hurt his friend, that’s what he is. The image of her is engraved inside his eyelids when he clamps his eyes shut, trying to forget. Her eyes, glazed over by betrayal. Her lips, pressed together in surprise. As though his words spilled right through her mouth and left a tang of bitterness. Eren turns to the side, eyes blown wide in his inability to sleep. He finds himself absentmindedly rubbing his knuckles, for the first time in his life contemplating the words I’m sorry, wondering if they truly are as scary as they seem. No, not rubbing his knuckles exactly. His right hand nestled inside his left, holding the memory of her touch close to him, up against his heart. Her midnight hair, just about the only soft thing this world left her with. And he told her to cut it. Selfish ass. ***

Someone approaches them, wide skirt and a scarf billowing in the wind. There she is. Eren shields his eyes from the sun with a hand over his forehead. “Hey, Mika. I wanted—” He pauses, staring. Her hair is shorter. Why has his mind slowed down with such an observation? Eren drinks in her appearance, her eyes roam his face in turn. Carefully, quietly studying each little shift of expression, each reaction. What does it mean? It slowly sinks in that she listened to him and now she’s holding out an olive branch to offer peace. Mikasa, who never did anything wrong, she’s making the first step to repair it. His lips curl into a smile, and that erupts into laughter, loud and buoyant. A night full of worries and a day drowned in doubts were for nothing after all. Mikasa joins him tentatively, cheeks dusted with colour as a bright and genuine mirth spreads across her face. Both are unaccustomed when it comes to joy; laughter hurts their lungs. Somehow they’ve found themselves close to one another, an arm’s length apart. “It looks good on you,” Eren says; and he means it. Her smile is brighter than the sun when she responds with “thank you.” Somewhere behind them, Jean is audibly seething. Eren’s smile only gets wider.

Laughing pairs

a small doodle I did to ease tension. The kids are laughing <3 cadets Eremika are so precious