[ the couch seemed so close yet so far away. how many steps was it, five? ten? he was beyond his limit of walking and he knew that when he’d hit those cushions he’d be out of commission for the rest of the day. as it should be— he should be getting rest. eren does his best to get there on his own, borrowing the drummer’s broad arms once more when he simply couldn’t coordinate. the rest of the way would have to be a descent, down with care and to the side of him that was numbing less. the rest, including his tail, fell limp at soon as there was something holding him from beneath: cushions, thank god.
he needs to breathe, now. his shoulders ache and in a matter of moments the pressure on his side is uncomfortable, but, endurable. his neck was bandaged underneath his winter poncho, but it was wet and beginning to seep through. just a dot from the outer layer that would soon reveal a larger stain on hospital gauze. ]
Forward is all I ever see. [ even if he feels like he’s running in place. his words come between breaths, and while his limbs feel heavy to beckon his witch, something in their bond does it for him: a suggestion, if anything, to come closer and stay close. ] I wouldn’t’ve made it this far if it weren’t for that.
[ he tries removing part of the poncho, his talons catch on the fabric’s hood, and bbrrrrrrp. it rips, and he can’t pull further without ripping it more. ]
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he needs to breathe, now. his shoulders ache and in a matter of moments the pressure on his side is uncomfortable, but, endurable. his neck was bandaged underneath his winter poncho, but it was wet and beginning to seep through. just a dot from the outer layer that would soon reveal a larger stain on hospital gauze. ]
Forward is all I ever see. [ even if he feels like he’s running in place. his words come between breaths, and while his limbs feel heavy to beckon his witch, something in their bond does it for him: a suggestion, if anything, to come closer and stay close. ] I wouldn’t’ve made it this far if it weren’t for that.
[ he tries removing part of the poncho, his talons catch on the fabric’s hood, and bbrrrrrrp. it rips, and he can’t pull further without ripping it more. ]