𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢

𝟸𝟻. 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍

❥ heard something about a double update? see you later tonight.
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If someone were to look at you, honest-eyed, soft-tongued, and tell you that you swallowed up the entire universe, leaving no trace of its existence behind, you would believe them.

The stars in place of your nerves. The comets in place of your bones and nebulae in their marrow. The sun in place of your heart. The moon and all its beams in place of your mind.

A lot less damaged, a lot more infinite—healing by the power of love from both humanity and nature.

Is this what it feels like to be alive?

"Y/N." A voice calls. It's small, almost angelic. "Did you hear me?"

Historia's words and the small poke of her dainty finger against your elbow cause your wandering attention to pull away from the meat of your brain and snap back into focus. "No. I'm sorry. I kinda zoned out for a second," you shake your head, bringing yourself down to earth. "What did you say?"

You and Historia have been walking on the putty textured sand down by the water for a good handful of time, sharing light-hearted conversations about the adjustment to your new life, the classes you're taking, your job at the Garrison, and, of course, potential outfits for Eren's upcoming party which none of your friends can seem to shut up about.

"Oh, no, it's okay," she softly laughs, a majority of it crafted with the essence of air. "I was just asking if you maybe wanted to go shopping for outfits for Eren's party. Just the girls, of course," she informs, sounding hopeful.

Knowing you could use a new outfit and not wanting to worry about borrowing something from either Mikasa or Sasha again as you did for the club, you nod wantedly. The movement is rapid with both excitement and the desire to look your best when the night out with your friends finally comes.

"Yes. That sounds perfect," you voice, matching her soft smile with one of your own.

Historia gleams, starlight basically shooting off her soft pearl complexion. Clasping her hands in front of her chest excitedly, her dainty, baby pink painted fingers filling in the small gaps between as she grabs onto her bony knuckles. "Yay, okay. We can talk to the rest of them tonight and find a time sometime next week that works best with everyone's work and class schedules," she cheers, her eyes brightening with a pure joy for life that she never seems to run empty on. "I already can't wait."

Your smile grows vast, anticipation drilling itself into your tender gums, "Me either."

And truly, you can't. Inwardly, you wonder how different of an experience it will all be considering the bond you have grown with everyone compared to the last party of Eren's that you attended barely a week into the semester, when you were basically friendless living in a run down pay-by-the-rate place with no true place to call home.

So much has changed since then: your comfortability, the bonds you've formed, your love for each of them that's heavily flourished, the damn found family you've found here.

The thought of that upcoming night alone makes the underside of your skin itch and the top side warm. You can barely stand the wait.

"Babe," A voice abruptly cuts in from your left. Attention following the sound, you and Historia stop your paces and crane your necks in that direction to see Ymir descending toward the crashing waters.

When she arrives, the two of you square your bodies off with her, backs facing the water. "Since Braun's lazy ass is drunk off the damn tequila and doesn't wanna do it himself, he gave me his keys so I can grab some blankets from his truck before we start on the s'mores. Do you wanna come with me?" She asks, spinning the keys to Reiner's Raptor around her pointed finger by the silver ring.