anobaith

[anobaith]

bless the souls that still follow me here--

im hoping to get back on this muse again, so i'll be updating things probably and looking for new theme, etc.

[anobaith]

"I can manage, thanks...it isn't the worst thing I've felt." He puffed out a sigh and relaxed his stance slowly, looking down at his own boots. He wasn't very open with his comrades either--the closest one being his lieutenant. And even she didn't know much.

              { Ͼ } — “Understandable. I do hope it passes soon. If you wish, I may have some medicine to help to reduce the pain?" He didn’t know much about the other still… he could potentially ask his comrades about him.

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It was obvious he didn't believe him, but it was always a big mystery to everyone whether or not he was wounded or didn't have an eye. And he wasn't willing to share it. "Sorry for snapping. Seems my head still hurts a bit."

              { Ͼ } — “… If you say so." Reiner didn’t believe that and he made it clear from the way he said his words, almost bland. The sharper tone did not escape him, but he didn’t push the topic further.

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Oh. "...I don't have an eye there. I had a headache. I'm fine, thanks." His voice had gotten a bit sharper and whatever part of him that was open had closed off.

              { Ͼ } — “… Your eye. You were in pain yesterday." He pointed to his own left eye, glancing towards the ravenette.

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Doesn't even jump, just stops and looks at him. "...I was feeling down...?"

              { Ͼ } — “Are you feeling any better?" Reiner— at least— make some noise when you appear.

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Yawns loudly and rubs his good eye, mumbling under his breath.

[anobaith]

"I guess I could always take someone else's juice...no need for murder."

"You do what you gotta do, mate."

[anobaith]

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kill someone. drink their blood

"--Little extremely there."

[anobaith]

"Might have been traumatic...but I'm not sure. Being a soldier has been my life, so it's normal for me. I'm just a bit worn out is all."

He adjusted his hair to better cover his eyepatch before looking over, waving him away from the wall. "Don't worry about it. I'll clean it up later."

              { Ͼ } — “Ah." He stopped his movements for a small while before continuing, looking over the blood streaks left behind from how he had scrubbed. For a small child to be trained to do this… a cold shiver went along his skin for a few moments.

              { Ͼ } — “… I can’t imagine what that’s like. I don’t remember my childhood, if any of it, and I’m not sure why.”

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He sat down on another bench, exhaling out again with his back facing him still. He pressed a hand to his face again before dropping it. How could he forget his life before this? It was essentially the same--just the difference being age.

"...Yeah. I was kidnapped as a toddler and trained to be a child soldier. Pretty much been a soldier since I was young."

Pushing himself up, he began to gather the mess left behind from training, putting them back in their place. Grasping a washcloth, he began to wipe the blood where it had hit the walls, sighing out softly.

              { Ͼ } — “I wouldn’t be surprised. … Do you remember your life before all of… this?”

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It was flaring up again. He'd probably have to leave his duties to his lieutenant, but they understood. Somewhat. They just knew he struggled with some sort of pain and were respectful about it.

"...I didn't say everyone. I just said a lot. Several members of my infantry were blind-sided."

              { Ͼ } — “I … wasn’t. Maybe I was foolish to forget that forewarning."

The shaky exhale didn’t escape from Reiner’s ears, amber eyes watching the other for a few moments. He did wonder what was causing the pain. He had for a while now, but the curiosity surfaced again at seeing him.

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A hand moved to press against the black fabric covering one of his eyes--a sharp pain shooting through his head. He exhaled out shakily before dropping his hand again to grab an intact training stick.

"I don't know who isn't aware really. A lot of us were expecting it."

              { Ͼ } — “… You’ve been aware of what’s happening out there, right?”

The whole fact that they were merely fodder? Life to be snuffed out. He knew they were destined to die, but the thought still saddened him that people went out with arrogance merely to become nothing.

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He simply ignored his first set of words, having set his juice down to get the room in order. What had happened during his absence? A lot honestly, but it was probably all boring.

He stopped, heaving out a sigh with his back to the other male. "I dunno...went on to the battlefield for a little while. That's about it."

              { Ͼ } — “Sit down for a little longer." He assumed the other had finished training, considering the ground was littered in broken staffs and there was some fresh blood on the floor, merely a few splatters.

              { Ͼ } — “What has happened since I last saw you?”

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"Drank all of that yesterday." He puffed out a breath around the straw before standing--guess his break was over. He couldn't just slack off in front of a superior, so he set to work on nudging broken training sticks to the side.

The sentence made him chuckle a little before he shook his head.

              { Ͼ } — “That’s alright, I was merely curious. I’ve always seemed to prefer juices made of citrus.”

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Blinks slowly at him. "...It's apple. It's my last one so I'm not very keen on sharing, if that's alright with you."

Sits besides him— and looks over to him. “… What type of juice is that?”

…

What, it works as a conversation starter, no?