If Butterflies Could Sting | Mikasasha

If Butterflies Could Sting

It was a bitter night in the cabins. Do to the harsh climate, the Cadets almost lost three member during training; but by some miraculous feet they managed to make it back. Daz was in bad shape but otherwise would be okay; Ymir and Christa somehow unscathed. Their drenched winter coats where made for the cold, not for blizzards, so they hung them near the fireplace to dry over night. Most of the Cadets found their uniforms where damp from the journey, forcing them to change into thin shirts and shorts. The fireplace was losing its battle against the winter and so were the they. Polar air slivered through every craves, the door, windows, and ceiling. Their only weapons, thin green blankets, sleeping bags, and the heat they could siphon from one another. 

Mikasa laid on her side facing Eren, who laid next to Armin, and to the left of her, a litte further away, laid Sasha, next to Connie, who laid next to Jean.  The room was dark and silent, the only light source coming from the fireplace. Eren was asleep on his back, his arms folded over his chest. Armin, slept with his back against Eren's shoulder, tightly curled beneath his own blanket. Mikasa scooted in the towards Eren, trying her best not to wake him.  She settled for laying her head agains his shoulder, her arms wrapped around herself, her knees slightly bent towards her chest, forcing her feet to fit under the cover.

Sasha laid to her side, her and Connie conjoined at the back.  She couldn't get comfortable so she grabbed her knees and tucked them into her chest. She folded her arm nearest to the ground into a pillow and smooshing her cheek into it.  Annoyed at Connies obnoxious snoring, at the fact that she wasn't able to hunt, and that she was hungry. Mostly, she was upset because every time she got comfortable, Connie would shift himself into a little ball; causing their backs to separate, taking the heat with him. Sasha felt Connie push his butt into her lower spine, just after, a rush of hot air shot from his rear.  She crinkled her nose in disgust and whipped around to punch him, but the smell of his silent death slapped her first. "Connie," she angrily mumbled behind clenched teeth, but the bald boy laid there with drool hanging from his grin, fast asleep.  Sasha laid down, straightened her legs, and rolled her slender body across the cold floor; allowing her blanket to wrap itself around her.  She stopped about five feet from Mikasa, clasped her hands into a ball, and blew hot air into them. "Fuck," she whispered. It was cold in this spot, where no one had been.

"Fuck." the word came not too far from behind Mikasa's head, she knew immediately that it was Sasha. Mikasa tried to make as little movement as possible while she reached up to pull her scarf over her nose. She didn't want Sasha to know she was still awake, but she also couldn't stand the constant sound of blowing behind her; so Mikasa slowly turned her head to look at the brunet. She studied the slender woman, Sasha was so focused on her hands that her eyes were becoming crossed. Mikasa let out a quick huff of amusement, it was enough to get Sasha's attention. Sasha looked up to see Mikasa's iron eyes gazing at her, I must look ridiculous, Sasha thought to herself. She shot Mikasa a wobbly smile and waved rather frantically at her. Maybe too frantic, and defiantly for far too long. A tenge of shame filled her cheeks with color, and she could only pray, that it was too dark for Mikasa to see. 

Mikasa slowly allowed a single hand to emerge from her blanket before performing the tiniest of waves. She then quickly poked her hand back from where it came. The two girls blankly stared at one another for a stretch of silence, that could only be counted in the blinks shared between them. "Nice weather we're havin'." Sasha whispered.  Although Mikasa didn't speak, Sasha could tell she was smiling by the way her eyes shaped themselves into crescents. Mikasa was searched for the right words to say, this is the best we've had, she thought to herself, she pulled her scarf down to rely the message but, instead got insnared within Sasha's golden bloom eyes. what was i about to say again?  Mikasa thought.