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draw me :3

         ❝ ... Don't... say anything. I tried. ❞

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"Draw Me" (like one of your french girls)

          ❝ Am I going to get in trouble for this…? ❞

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Draw me. O U O

          ❝ ... You know, it really does kind of look like you... ❞

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Send in "Draw Me" via ask, and my muse will draw a picture of yours.

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I may peek at my dash a bit from mobile for a while, and I'll for sure be on skype for a bit, but I'm off the computer for the night. c: Happy to be back.

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             ❝ He's my responsibility too, captain, so long                  as I am on your squad and those are our                  orders. I'll do my part. I'm not afraid. ❞

                         No, fear isn't the term she'd use. Wary,                          uncertain, cautious -- she is all of these,                          but afraid? ... Not any more so than she                          normally is when she must face a titan.                          She'd be a fool not to fear them at all.

             ❝ It all just feels very... sudden. That's all. ❞

                         The incident in Trost had not been all                          that long ago, but she supposes that                          these are indeed desperate times, and                          now is not the time to start scrutinizing                          the choices of her superiors.

                         The commander, in particular, is a hard                          man to read, but he must have thought                          through every possibility before making                          a choice as rash as this one. She can                          only have faith in his decisions.

       It didn’t surprise him that Petra and other soldiers viewed the current situation with some mistrust, it was only natural, after all they spent all those years fighting titans. 

       However, the boy was a beacon of hope that humanity would succeed one day. They had no time to doubt his loyalty, the Scouting Legion was running out of opportunities.

       "I’ll keep an eye on him. He’s my responsibility, after all."

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             Petra spends a moment in silence. In all likelihood,              he's right. He's a captain for a reason, after all, and              she isn't in the habit of doubting him.

                                        ❝ ... Yes, sir. ❞

             She won't argue the point. Orders are orders. Even              if those orders are to look after a trainee who just              so happens to be a titan. Never in her life had she              imagined that joining the Survey Corps would put              her in a position where she would have to fight              alongside a titan. She can't help feeling unsettled,              but she will perform her duty.

       "Stop worrying. I told you it’s alright."

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            It would be a lie if she were to call herself anything             short of taken aback by his reaction. The urgency             only served to make her more curious -- and were             his cheeks a little red?

            She is baffled, but kind enough not to mention it.

                    ❝ Not finished? Does that mean I get to see it                         whenever it is finished? Is it almost done? ❞

        Anxious hands leap to hide the sheaf of paper, and he cranes around, heart hammering in his throat. It figures she’d happen upon him now, but fool that he is, he’d held out hope that she’d avoid him long enough to allow him to finish.

                     ”D’you mind?! It’s — it’s not done yet.”

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.open. 

             ❝ ... What... is that? ❞

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            Petra's gaze falls, settling on the captain's hands.             She can't help but to feel a little dissatisfied. She             had expected, staring so calculatingly at his grip,             to find some sudden understanding there, but it             looks exactly as she'd imagined it -- exactly as it             had looked when she'd held the blades herself,             only it seemed so effortless in his grasp.

            So there was no secret, after all...

            Despite the fact that this is no competition, she             feels as though she's lost. She is skilled. She is             more than skilled; she's outstanding, one of the             finest soldier's humanity has to offer, but Levi is             the best, without contest.

                       ❝ -- I've tried it, you know. I can't do it. I                            mean, I can, I can hold them that way,                            but I can't do what you do. Not even                            close. ❞

Callused hands firmly grasped the swords’ handles, demonstrating the way in which he holds them to his subordinate. A question is posed before she mimics his actions, noting the subtle frown that took place. 

                              Many had wondered about his odd technique, as                                   well as the way in which he had learned to actually                                   use the 3DMG. However, this was a tale told to                                   very few, as he was not much of a story teller. He                                   did not mind these questions, though, as they were                                   only natural. 

                            “I figured it out myself.” 

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             She cannot hide the swell of satisfaction she              feels for his thanks, because it is the thanks              due to a proper soldier. She dares to believe              that she has made a favorable impression on              the man who will one day be her commander.

             Her fingers twitch at her side and she makes              a conscious effort to resist snapping into her              salute once again.

                                  ❝ Ral! Petra Ral! ❞

             She suspects that by the time they meet again,              a year from now, he will not recall her name. A              commander must meet far too many people to              keep track of, and at the moment, she is nothing              more than a hopeful trainee, youth highlighted by              the grin she wears. Even so, he cared enough to              ask her for it, and for at least this day, she thinks              he will remember.

            careful observation & steady thought : GOOD.               her ambition was good. of course, he could               not deem that ambition solidified when he               knew nothing of its roots. there had been               many soldiers before her ( & there would be                many after ) who saw corporal ambition &               understood something of the deadly truth …               saw it & abandoned it when fear took over.                    —  -  even so, her ambition was good. a               valuable addition to the corps.

               ❝         i agree, soldier … ?                    ( give your name)                       despite utterances otherwise the                       corps is highly capable & has                       commendable achievements. it                       is the dedication & sacrifice of                       the soldiers as a whole, fighting                       alongside each other, that has                       even made that possible. so you                       have my thanks for giving that to                       humanity. ❞

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             ❝ In that case, it seems we just very barely                  missed one another. It's nice to meet you,                  in any case. Oh, and a very late welcome. ❞

                            Just as she's finished with her introductions,                             a familiar street comes into view. She grins                             at the sight of her own house, homesickness                             tugging at her chest more strongly than ever.                             Her father is inside, and probably worrying at                             her tardiness. Just imagining his pacing feet                             in -- no doubt -- the exact same worn-to-bits                             shoes he'd been wearing when she left brings                             a grin to her face, and she tugs her arm free                             of Reiner's.

                            She's already several steps towards the house                             before realizing she's abandoned her escort                             without so much as a word. She turns back                             towards him and waves.

             ❝ It was good luck, bumping into you. Thank                  you! This town's not too big; I'm sure I'll see                  you again. Goodbye 'til then! ❞

      “Not much less than that, actually.”

                He moved a couple of years after his i n c i d e n t, but                  he doesn’t know that. He remembers moving because                   a change of scenery was in order. They’d been in the                  same place for far too long. He holds her arm close to                  his side, head held high as he thinks about the friends                  he’s made since moving here ( and the two friends he                  had even before he moved ). Reiner takes a glance at                  the woman he’s escorting and thinks what a nice friend                  she might make, if she intends to talk to him ever again.

                              “I moved here about three years ago.”

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             The embarrassment is fleeting, and as the horse settles,              so, too, does its rider. The atmosphere is peaceful once              she adjusts to the silence. She hears only the sounds of              breathing for a time, and it is somehow a pleasant thing,              as though it is there to remind her that they are still alive,              against the harshest of odds.

             She lets several minutes pass this way, and she is nearly              loathe to speak again, part of her unwilling to disrupt the              tranquility. It's a rare thing for her, to spend her time with              someone without speaking, and though she finds in it an              unexpected comfort, she can't help wanting to continue              some sort of conversation with Gunter -- if only because              she isn't often alone with him.

                           ❝ ... Tell me something I don't know about you? ❞

             Petra doesn't bother to explain her request. It seems, to              her, a natural thing. As teammates, she can't help but to              want to know him better. Unlike Auruo and Erd, who are              easy enough to understand, at least on the surface, he is              a different presence entirely -- a different type of person.

▐│∶☽∶; —                   нє ωαтcнєѕ тнє cнαηgє, how she roots           herself in the earth. Casper is larger than she is but           difference in size has never stopped her before ( titan,           human, animal, it didn’t seem to matter ). She’s stubborn           and strong of will. A few days practice, reinforcement, with           the gray stallion and he’d be as well behaved haltered as           he was beyond the walls.

          The ‘conversation’ between horse and rider doesn’t bother,            nor seem strange to him in the slightest. He thought it a good            idea to acquaint horse to voice; while they didn’t have a            language, horses could understand tones and recognize other            aspects of communication. To familiarize them with yours            strengthened the bond between soldier and equine. 

                    ❝…❞

           Gunter caught the glance, and he offered Petra a slight nod.            She didn’t seem comfortable speaking to something which            wouldn’t speak back ( …there’s some sort of irony here, he            just knows it ), especially with full awareness it wouldn’t            understand you. But, this would come with time. Maybe.

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———- wait, can you reblog if you don’t mind random starters appearing in your tag whether it’s fluffy, angsty, etc. and if you actually reply to them when they do? just wanna see how many people do tbh.

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I didn't think to mention on this account that I went on hiatus for the month of December, because at the time I was thinking that anyone who followed me here probably got here from my main account, langnxr, but I've since realized that there are some of you who only follow here, and I'm sorry not to have posted about my absence. ; u ; I'm back now, though.

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Agh agh agh I was supposed to be in bed ages ago but Petra and horses and Petra and tree-climbing and I just ;alkjeisf

Goodnight all ; u ;