TO THE BONE | eren yeager

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀3rd person

𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗜𝗘𝗟𝗗,

the memorable clock hanging on her bedroom wall clicked, she wasn't aware of the time- she stayed outside in the chilly wind, painting with her cheap brushes. the air stung her nose, the smells mixing in as one. it was strong, but not strong enough to make her cave in and go back inside.

she figured another hour wouldn't hurt, but with time, it never works accordingly unless you truly learn it. one minute her fingers were wrapped around the black handled brush, the sunflower yellow smudged on the white board and blended with the bright orange. then the next one passed, and she was receiving an early morning call from her commander.

she was stuck, she looked at her phone in shock once she realized how much time had truly passed. her mind was still stuck on daylight saving, it's just one am- she repeated when her hands grew tired, and she refused to look down at her phone. sadly, one was actually two, then two became three- and now it was four in the morning and her squelchy boots rubbed on the cold, crimpling concrete.

alone, only surrounded by wind and quietness. she'd gotten so used to walking with everyone else, every little noise had her head turning and her heart jumping, she was scared for seconds then remembered who she was. " why the hell am i scared? " she murmured and laughed off the little fear. she could turn her fingers and take anything out, there was nothing to be afraid of.

or so she thought.

the girl focused her breathing and closed her eyes. her fingers laced with her concentrated gloves, her power seeps into the material and rests for seconds. her back tenses when she calls out a simple word. " volaré. " peeking at the small can, the metal tossed itself into the sky- her vein like magic circling it with roughness, completely disintegrating it.

" fuck! "

" hey, don't get too worked up about it. " hange rubbed her back and took a sharp glance at the metal can. the labeling paper was completely shattered- burned if you will. the can itself was unusable, it was funny how she made it look disgraceful- it was nothing but pure magic and strength.

it was incredible.

" listen, let's take a break and try again in about twenty, yeah? "

" sure. " she agreed lowly, unwrapping her hands. they were sweaty and hot; those two combinations were horrible. if she was being honest, she didn't want to take a break. she promised herself that after the gala, she'd get stronger- she'd learn more things.

backing down wasn't an option now, not when too many people were learning daily, she remembered the blonde's words. ' can't fight another nine and not tell? ' or was it the other way around? either way, it felt horrible to know that. she'd fought with eren, before they started dating- talking- getting to close, he would've pointed it out.

did eren know as well or was he just in the mix of it all by mistake?

" are you going to tell me why your so tensed up? "

" it's nothing, i just have a lot on my mind. " she clears up, grabbing her half-emptied water bottle.

" hm, like what the yeager brothers? "

turning her head quickly, she took notice of hange's demeanor. their eyebrows were raised, their palm connecting with their head. their eyes silvan and bright- she's reading into her.

" oh, did i get it right? " they add, untracking her demise further. she swallows the water before replying, wiping her mouth clean with the hems of her long sleeve.