[ he knows a geteilt. if he sends messages (which he probably already has), they would be “overlooked”. this time, eren opts for going to spots that jasmine would constantly visit, and lastly, her own home.
yeah, he went there.
as traumatizing as the experience was and what it made him remember, eren was no fool to be wary of her. he’d be an ugly fool if he even thought to consider keeping his distance. he wasn’t that type of person, neither would he ever strive to be that type of person to her. not to anyone, but especially not to her. he knocks, and he waits for the element of surprise to help him.
maybe she wasn’t even home— but he would wait. he had all night. ]
[She would prefer to avoid him, but she's been accused of hiding from everyone enough lately that she also can't bring herself to run from him when she sees him. It would put anyone on the defensive to be essentially pursued to their home, their fortress, but she's mollified completely by the knowledge that she could have killed him. Too cowed to be confrontational, Jasmine stands at her front door and stares at him in silence for a few moments before she speaks at all.]
I did tell you that involving yourself too closely would prove dangerous.
tension could’ve eased into his shoulders like a snake, but there’s relief in his features that wash those away with ease. he stands, but he doesn’t intrude into her home, catching her where she couldn’t flee from him any longer was enough. the rest would be up to her. ]
That could’ve happened to anyone. [ it’s not an excuse he’s buying into. ] So don’t use it on me.
[Jasmine rests her hand on the doorknob but doesn't walk away or shut him out. Perhaps he's right. It isn't fair to take responsibility for something that affected the entire city. The infection itself wasn't due to anything embedded in herself,not the curse that seems to be embedded in her entire family.
But under different circumstances, she might have resisted it. It might not have happened at all. And even if the monster's infection made her behave in ways that weren't true to herself, the words she spoke as she wrapped herself around him, the ones about being lonely, they were too vulnerable, too true.]
As you wish. [Even though she concedes, she doesn't sound happy about it.] What can I do for you?
[ (i don’t care if you’re unhappy about it jasmine, let me love you.)
hands in his pockets, eren wraps fingers around his car keys and pulls them out. he had an idea, and her reluctance is clear, but— he showed her vulnerability as well, such that he felt wasn’t even his own. part of him wanted to dearly talk about it with her, with someone, but how much of it was necessary? what good should keeping it locked away do?
perhaps for both of them. it hurts him to think that her words, while influenced to speak that day, were true. ]
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yeah, he went there.
as traumatizing as the experience was and what it made him remember, eren was no fool to be wary of her. he’d be an ugly fool if he even thought to consider keeping his distance. he wasn’t that type of person, neither would he ever strive to be that type of person to her. not to anyone, but especially not to her. he knocks, and he waits for the element of surprise to help him.
maybe she wasn’t even home— but he would wait. he had all night. ]
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I did tell you that involving yourself too closely would prove dangerous.
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tension could’ve eased into his shoulders like a snake, but there’s relief in his features that wash those away with ease. he stands, but he doesn’t intrude into her home, catching her where she couldn’t flee from him any longer was enough. the rest would be up to her. ]
That could’ve happened to anyone. [ it’s not an excuse he’s buying into. ] So don’t use it on me.
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But under different circumstances, she might have resisted it. It might not have happened at all. And even if the monster's infection made her behave in ways that weren't true to herself, the words she spoke as she wrapped herself around him, the ones about being lonely, they were too vulnerable, too true.]
As you wish. [Even though she concedes, she doesn't sound happy about it.] What can I do for you?
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hands in his pockets, eren wraps fingers around his car keys and pulls them out. he had an idea, and her reluctance is clear, but— he showed her vulnerability as well, such that he felt wasn’t even his own. part of him wanted to dearly talk about it with her, with someone, but how much of it was necessary? what good should keeping it locked away do?
perhaps for both of them. it hurts him to think that her words, while influenced to speak that day, were true. ]
We could get some fresh air.
[ can you deny his
big blue pleading eyes
for you ]