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All questions she's never been askedβ€” so she's never spent any time thinking of answers. Three years on the island and this is the first time she's revealed personal information that provides no aid to current problems... it feels strange. To not be afraid of it, at least not
He holds his breath as she hesitates an answer. He wonders. .. What hobbies she’s into. Does she have the time for any? Does she know these things about herself? β€œJanuary, twenty first.” he says, repeating again. β€œ.. I’d like to.. do something nice for you, too.”
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yet. She's yet to figure out what it is about his demeanor that makes her so willing to open up, even this small fraction. Brow raises, finally turning her head to face him fully. "You don't have to do that. I'm not... doing this for something in return."
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She considers not answering, as if this tiny piece of information could cause something to go wrong. But she supposes that's how he gets peopleβ€” that innocent, trusting face of his. Another long moment of silence before relenting with a sigh, "The twenty-first."
Her grumble helps line a smile between his cheeks. He nods to himself. β€œ … Mmh.” January. He’s already thumbing over the ideas in his brain. Events. Gifts. If they should live long enough, he’d like .. maybe, to give her a day as nice as this. β€œβ€¦? What day?”
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She ignores the subtle movement, though it isn't much ignorance when she notices it anyway. Still, she's glad to finally escape his watch, letting out a soft breath of her own. A quiet grumble, as if it's an inconvenience to answerβ€” which she does anyway. "January."
In of the corner of her eye, he just huffs a little amused breath. Shaking his head quietly. He turns his gaze skyward to meet where her’s might be looking, and joins the stars. Overhead, splotches of white over that black and blue canvas. β€œWhen’s your birthday? Yelena?”
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πŸ§… β€π–‰π˜’π˜¨π˜¨π˜¦π˜³ α΅—α΅’ π“Όπ‘πšπ«π©πžΝ’π§. retweeted
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She manages to hold his stare until it somehow becomes overwhelming, as if there were any physical part of it. Attention is redirected upward once more, noting the way the stars stand out more clearly against the dark backdrop of the sky. Deep breath. "It's nothing."
β€œ.. Even still… ..” He finds her again, sharing in her gaze. A little pink dots across his cheeks. β€œIt means a lot. ..to me.” His fingers fidget, on his lower hand, with a button on his shirt. He lays his head gently into the blanket, keeping her eyes.
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Another hum, sparing another look at him, lingering a bit longer this time. Stunned silence, eyes slightly wide, as she waits for something elseβ€” but that's the end of the sentiment, and she hesitates before responding. "...of course I did. I'm not a liar."
His smile deepens, just a little. β€œI’m glad it was okay.” His gaze falls elsewhere, eyes fluttering as he sits in the share of their silence. β€œ.. . ..I’m glad you came.” He waited. Even while he read and walked, and shared food, he waited.
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Again, she only glances in his direction, not daring to hold his gaze for more than a second. She's not sure why, but she's glad the sky is dark enough to hide the color staining pale skin. Slight shrug, eyes closing momentarily. "It was fine. Usual."
And as she does, he shifts too. Letting a leg hang out, he leans onto his side with an elbow lying on the blanket. His hand cups under his chin, where he stays looking at her. β€œ .. Was your day , , okay?” His other hand sits beside his chest.
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"Good." A good decision to leave him alone for most of the day, too. She'd say he deserves a quiet day more often, but this will have to do. Shoulders slump with an exhale, now leaning back until she lays flat against the blanket, gaze pointed straight up.
He follows her gaze as it escapes him, and lingers there even as her eye doesn’t return. β€œβ€¦ It was …” And now, he turns back, a little breath sighing off his lips. β€œβ€¦ It was nice. I had .. a quieter day. But Mikasa brought a cake. I mostly read.” β€œ.. It was really nice.”
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Nothing but a quiet hum in response, glancing in his direction onceβ€” then away when she notices he's looking, too. Ignoring the warmth in her cheeks, deciding to blame it on the remainder of the sun. "Was your day good?"
β€œAh. .. .” he affirms. He watches with her, the glow of gold dipping beneath the tree line. It really is beautiful. . .. β€œIt’s so pretty. Isn’t it?” He turns, and finds her. β€œThank you. Yelena.”
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Once he's seated, she directs her attention above, to the changing colors of the sky. Good; she wasn't too late to catch the end of the sunset. A subtle swell of pride within her chest, nodding once. "I know."
Overhead, a faint glittering paints the horizon. Stars, coming into view as the orange of day slowly bleeds out into blue. He stops for a moment, watching that changeβ€”his attention is caught by her hand before too long. He kicks off his boots, and crosses his legs beside her.
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πŸ§… β€π–‰π˜’π˜¨π˜¨π˜¦π˜³ α΅—α΅’ π“Όπ‘πšπ«π©πžΝ’π§. retweeted
yeah yeah whatever can i eat your flesh and drink your blood
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Long strides lead them out the door and into a patch of grass nearbyβ€” not daring to go too far, in case any eyes are watching. Silent as she spreads the blanket out, then sits down atop it. Gesturing for him to do the same.
And he’s soon beside her, leading up to her while he rolls down his sleeves. Not too cold, but he’s .. always taken more to summer.
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She's already turning to lead the way by the time his answer comes, focus straight ahead. "Outside. It isn't too cold yet."
He glances lower, where the blanket’s rolled snug into her arm, then back at her as he nods. β€œMmn.” He snatches a key off a handle and shuts the door behind him. β€œWhere’re we going?”
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πŸ§… β€π–‰π˜’π˜¨π˜¨π˜¦π˜³ α΅—α΅’ π“Όπ‘πšπ«π©πžΝ’π§. retweeted
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β € π“œy devotion was never holy; it was hungry, possessive, and beautifully unholy. β €
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She stands there, blanket rolled up and tucked under her arm when she meets his gaze. Tiny, subtle smile. "Armin. Are you ready?"
Light of evening paints clarity past the door’s opening crack, and as a face comes into view, it spills over him. β€œAaβ€”..Yelena.” he offers a little smile, and steps further out.
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