"𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘮?"
❛... A certain time we dwell upon as our bodies swirl as one, hearts bind and sever our purity of the outside world. our bodies misty, the air rough and blissfully clammy, yet neither of us...
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summary: things are going rather well for y/n and armin, ever since they had an open communication session. a planned trip lays in their path, but their upcoming trip to France either calls for dismal or gleeful surprises. a certain feeling settles within y/n, assuring her that something wasn't in place. if she discovers the issue, will armin stick by and offer to aid the severity of the situation?
A few weeks had flourished by, and Armin refrained from tarnishing the promise he so desperately attempted to maintain with you. His body and mind remained present by you as minutes aged into hours, as hours aged into gleeful days. He seemed to be so keen on strengthening the beautiful words and promises he had assured you with.
Armin wasn't within your lofty room, currently, he had decided to consensually vacation back at his home instead of your own. He planned to arrange his things to go to France with you — a temporary fresh start branching in front of your attentive eyes.
You remained in your soft sheets, your eyes stirring open as you finally decided now was the time you should get up — you had a whole adventure awaiting your presence. You slyly disregard the covers that rested upon you, a distasteful nausea washing over you. You attempted to get out of your bed, your breasts rather tender and sore as you allow yourself up.
You wondered why you felt this way, but maybe it was because of the medication you had been taking to soothe your ever-growing headache? Your headaches were always frequent, but you had never once told Armin — you didn't want to bother him in that way.
It was the day the two of you were supposed to be going to Paris, to settle for new beginnings, yet all this felt rather surreal and unusual. But, you allowed your doubts to subside, deciding to find pleasantry in the thought of resting in Armin's arms. You thought of him holding you, his large, soft hands bandaged around your stomach. It was something you were heavily gleeful about. You somewhat felt lighter about the upcoming changes, and you couldn't help but feel so — it all made a tingling feeling adorn your body.
Armin was supposed to be here in a few minutes, but it seemed to have dragged as you had taken a nap in your blanket, waiting for his presence. You somewhat wondered what it was that greatly occupied his presence, but you didn't mind in the least, as you were heavily tired.
