☯︎⚣︎ 𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘 *ೃ༄
ˏˋ ˢʰⁱⁿᵍᵉᵏⁱ ⁿᵒ ᵏʸᵒʲⁱⁿ⠀⠀♡⠀⠀ᵐᵃˡᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ˊˎ
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ HATRED MIGHT JUST BE THAT ONE SPECIAL INGREDIENT THAT BREATHED LIFE BACK INTO Y/N MAGNOLIA'S LIFELESS SOUL. upon reaching his adulthood, all the bloodshed and pa...
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THE RIDE BACK HOME WAS SILENT, WITH ALL THE SOLDIERS GALLOPING AHEAD ON THEIR HORSES AS THE WORE SOLEMN EXPRESSIONS ON THEIR FACES.
as estelle looked around him, he could see looks of guilt, regret, frustration, and exhaustion. everyone just wanted to go home, and probably, to never go out again.
he touched his cheek where the pain was of his father's harsh slap could still be felt. he shook his head and turned his eyes away from eren as he rode ahead of the cart that was carrying eren.
mikasa went up to him. "are you all right?" she asked, noticing the troubled expression on his face. "i saw what happened with you and your father. i'm sorry."
"no, it wasn't your fault." estelle quickly replies. "i deserved it anyways, and maybe even something worse."
"how could you say that?" mikasa asked her friend, horrified that he would purposefully seek out punishment. estelle only shook his head, refusing to talk. seeing as she wasn't going to get him to talk, mikasa decided to respect his privacy and wait until he was ready to talk.
he probably just wanted more time to himself, to think and get his head right.
the carts carrying the bodies of their deceased comrades were a little behind the rest of the formation. the soldiers riding with the carts could barely look at the bodies wrapped in white.
it pained estelle to think that none of those bodies belonged to the squad that was like family to him as he grew up. they were always with his father, following him around to make sure that he wasn't doing anything stupid or teaching estelle anything that would get him killed.
estelle scoffed, a sad smile on his face. up until the end, they were trying to protect him. he looked ahead, seeing his father laying on the mane of his horse, completely exhausted. his horse was attached to erwin's by means of a short rope, that way erwin can keep an eye on him.
he sighed. oh how estelle wished he could be more like erwin. someone strong-willed and independent, someone his father wouldn't even hesitate to rely on. but that just isn't him. as strong and intelligent as estelle was, he was still young, compared to erwin who has decades more experience than him.
