[ you practically, practically (and by practically i mean definitely) feel eren’s heart do one of those short lived, second-long fluttery jounces in his chest and between his ribs just to see her up and about. he climbs up quick, claws digging into worn down marks too used to his ups and downs by now, and once he’s through the open frame, adjusting to a stand and tugging the tied pack over his shoulder to the floor—
oh, his arms, wings, are so long now, he’s grown to be an impressive tower while she slept off her illness. he barely has to take a step for the palm of his hand to fit against the back of her head like a glove. the rest of him meets her, chest to her face and curving down for his lips to find her hair. the rest simply melts into a tight hug, and what was left of his whip-like tail out the window had slithered inside to coil at their feet. ]
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oh, his arms, wings, are so long now, he’s grown to be an impressive tower while she slept off her illness. he barely has to take a step for the palm of his hand to fit against the back of her head like a glove. the rest of him meets her, chest to her face and curving down for his lips to find her hair. the rest simply melts into a tight hug, and what was left of his whip-like tail out the window had slithered inside to coil at their feet. ]
It’s been quiet, without you.