[ just— a smile. a content as fuck smile as the realization sits into his bonded's head and detonates. eren can't help to let the emotion blaze as it should, only perhaps taking styx's arm to help him clasp the accessory's spine-clips into place. ]
[Eren's feelings crackle like a firework, but they aren't the only sentiment in the night sky of their bond. he'd thought that the artwork was amazing, but this - this! what the hell, this was the coolest thing he'd ever seen, let alone been given. a fucking dragon blacksmith...god. it was like something out of a dream.
he's so excited that, much as he tries to remain still it simply can't be done. his bond's aid is appreciated since the drummer's free hand is clapping Eren on the chest repeatedly, gentle thump thumps of pure exhilaration. look at it!! it fit his massive wrist perfectly, what the hell!]
[ a smile pops into a grin eventually, both at the ecstatic pats and the sky high emotion running with it, but eren manages rather well in getting the bracelet on either way the positive agitation is hurled at him. his heart is beating in a way that felt like he was at a show— the way amplifiers would makes the beats of a drum or strum of a loud guitar vibrate through the whole body. that’s what this felt like, yes! now made complete when the dragon presents the drummer’s wrist back to him. ]
If you need something to defend yourself with, [ a pat on it, ] you just need to think it. There’s a spell under the scales.
[despite having gotten a wonderful view of the thing moments ago Styx still turns his wrist this way and that, admiring the jewelry anew. it looks different on his hand, he determines - just as beautiful, if not more, but different. almost as if its iridescent colors were determined by the warmth of his flesh now.
...man, this is so fucking cool.]
For real? [like...like a giant spiked fist kind of defense? oh, dude, what the hell-! his eyes were literally shining now.] That's sick as hell, how'd you do that?
[all it takes is a thought, a desire to begin - and honestly it's only Styx's own excitement that's kept the damn bracelet from going off like a spring trap before now. but Eren has unleashed his friend in the worst way with that inquiry, and before he's even finished his impassioned declaration the spells are whirring into action.
he is so not ready for what happens. the sudden explosion of armor crawling up his entire body startles the drummer, throws him him off kilter - and, shit, there he goes tumbling off the bed with a comical outcry. given the degree of protection he's just unwittingly donned it's only ruinous for his pride; what's a real issue is the fact that, with his arm previously at the angle it was, there's the very real possibility that he's just clocked his bondmate right in the face with a dragonscale gauntlet on his way down.
[ eren saw enough of the scales rising up human flesh in subtle clatters that it was a sight to behold. even as a fist full of dragon hide snaps his face sideways and sends eren over the bed and into the wall it occupied— oh, dear. the lower lip that had caught onto one of his fangs and pushed a cut in hadn't been the problem, even when blood trickled down his chin in a thin line and was lapped up by his tongue. when eren pulls away, a heavy crumbling comes with. his horns have put holes into the wall and he's pulled with him in his rise to the other edge of the bed pieces of it.
his gaze to styx was happy and proud, his rippling tail doing a far more excited little wiggle as his smile spread warmly. oh, hell, he'll fix the wall later. ]
Did you feel anything?
[ it was more to coax him into thinking rather than truly asking. he wouldn't have, styx would find. the diamond scales have taken the brunt of the impact down, and they could take even more. his witch was covered from head to toe in what covered eren: a canvas of black that expanded into the colors of a sunset in the middle of a storm. ]
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[Eren's feelings crackle like a firework, but they aren't the only sentiment in the night sky of their bond. he'd thought that the artwork was amazing, but this - this! what the hell, this was the coolest thing he'd ever seen, let alone been given. a fucking dragon blacksmith...god. it was like something out of a dream.
he's so excited that, much as he tries to remain still it simply can't be done. his bond's aid is appreciated since the drummer's free hand is clapping Eren on the chest repeatedly, gentle thump thumps of pure exhilaration. look at it!! it fit his massive wrist perfectly, what the hell!]
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If you need something to defend yourself with, [ a pat on it, ] you just need to think it. There’s a spell under the scales.
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...man, this is so fucking cool.]
For real? [like...like a giant spiked fist kind of defense? oh, dude, what the hell-! his eyes were literally shining now.] That's sick as hell, how'd you do that?
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[ he's gone now, unfortunately— but he'll be missed, and eren was glad to get this done before that happened. ]
Want to try it out?
[ wait no— ]
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Hell yeah!
[all it takes is a thought, a desire to begin - and honestly it's only Styx's own excitement that's kept the damn bracelet from going off like a spring trap before now. but Eren has unleashed his friend in the worst way with that inquiry, and before he's even finished his impassioned declaration the spells are whirring into action.
he is so not ready for what happens. the sudden explosion of armor crawling up his entire body startles the drummer, throws him him off kilter - and, shit, there he goes tumbling off the bed with a comical outcry. given the degree of protection he's just unwittingly donned it's only ruinous for his pride; what's a real issue is the fact that, with his arm previously at the angle it was, there's the very real possibility that he's just clocked his bondmate right in the face with a dragonscale gauntlet on his way down.
whoops.]
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his gaze to styx was happy and proud, his rippling tail doing a far more excited little wiggle as his smile spread warmly. oh, hell, he'll fix the wall later. ]
Did you feel anything?
[ it was more to coax him into thinking rather than truly asking. he wouldn't have, styx would find. the diamond scales have taken the brunt of the impact down, and they could take even more. his witch was covered from head to toe in what covered eren: a canvas of black that expanded into the colors of a sunset in the middle of a storm. ]