Blue Eren

Anxiety

Eren was mad at Ana making her wait, yeah help her but fuck Evie, she's not important right?
Eren did something she hadn't done since she was thirteen, losing her temper she smashed up the room she was staying in.
She sent a chair at the window, it missed clipping the edge of the wall.
Eren put her fist through the window, cold air hit her in the face.
She looked at her torn and bloodied hand and let out an inhuman scream.
She kept sending her fist through the window until there was nothing left of it.
Tipping the bed over she tripped over in her state, that was the final straw, she got up smashing the door with her foot.
Eren head butted the door then slid down it, her bloodied hand leave a crimson trail on it.
Fawez came to her aid.
"My god girl what have you done!?" Fawez put his arms around Eren. "Come here let me see your hand."
Eren winced as Fawez checked it. "Why?" He asked gently.
Eren who was clearly distressed could only blubber.
"Darling tell me." He turned Eren's cheek to face him.
"Evie could be dying but no one cares because she doesn't sit on a fucking throne."
"Of course we care, come on let's see to your hand." He took Eren to the infirmary where Gryphon had returned early.
"The medic is actually here for once doing his goddam job." Fawez greeted him with.
Gryphon who looked like a regular man, he was of Chinese descent, sported a golden tail similar to a lion's.
"I'm part of the Wild Hunt too motorcycle man, you're all useless here without me."
"You're at least here now, can you tend to my daughter's hand?"
Gryphon looks at it. "Explain."
"I punched a fucking window old man and I'll punch you next!"
"I'm not helping your daughter if she speaks to me like that."
"I'm a prisoner, I want to be with Evie." Eren dropped to the ground, blood painting itself on Gryphon's white sterile floor.
"Get up damn girl, I've just had this cleaned."
"No." Eren cried.
Gryphon looked at Fawez helplessly. "Pick her up, put her in my chair before she ruins my nice floor."
"Fuck your floor." Eren whined.
"Get in the chair beautiful." Fawez helped her into the chair.
Gryphon rolled up her sleeve and got to work.
"She smashed up her room, I'm going to get someone to clean it up, back in a while."
"Okay Fawez, this misbehaving goblin will be okay." Gryphon replied without looking up.
Fawez left.
Eren sighed, the serotonin had kicked in.
"What was your childish display trying to prove young lady?"
"I need to help my cousin Evie but I'm stuck here, no one cares about her, I've got to help someone who probably has a thousand little servants but Evie has no one."
"Then go to her." Gryphon replied.
"I want to."
"What's stopping you, Ana? I'll deal with her, go to your cousin."
Eren nodded. "Yeah I'm going to, Jana wants to overthrow Ana and I'm sorry about that but Evie is everything to me."
"Go."
"I will, as soon as you're finished dressing my hand."
"I'll explain everything to your father, doesn't matter, we're hardly friends."
Eren sniggered. "I noticed."
Fawez came back before Gryphon could complete the dressing.
"Dad?"
"Yes dear?"
"I've been talking to Gryphon, I'm going back to Evie as soon as he's done, no one's stopping me."
Fawez looked at Gryphon.
"Her cousin is in greater need, we can hold down the fort for Ana."
Fawez returned his gaze to Eren.
"I don't care what you say, I'm going dad."
"I agree, it was wrong to make you wait longer."
"It wasn't you dad it was Ana."
"Now now, don't be mad at Ana, she does care for Evie, you wouldn't have got your training so early if she didn't, but yes go to her and be careful."
"I'm sorry, I do like Ana I'm just upset."
"We know." Gryphon smiled, Eren smiled too.
"You two be careful as well, I'll come straight back to you after I help Evie. I do want to stop Jana, but it's me and Evie versus the world."
"It's not like that although I understand that, when I was a kid it was me and Fai against everyone, including Yusha."
Gryphon had completed the dressing. "I should get you to mop this mess up but I won't girl, get to your cousin and see she's safe."
"Thank you Gryphon, thanks dad." She hugged them both, stroking Unger she set off for her motorcycle and couldn't wait to get back to Evie.
As she rode towards the gate young man with his face covered watched from a distance, he wore a grey robe and cloak, a double bladed scimitar sat on his waist.
He pulled down his hood, his blue hair long at the front flew around his face, he began walking.