[ no one can escape . . . his emojees. as the summer sun sets over aefenglom (muggy and hot, the way he likes it), eren waits at their meeting point— not at all overly dressed. very little dressed, in fact, sporting thin slacks that cut off just above his knees and a sideless tunic (for arm-wing space) held together by a hook and buckle. his hair, at least, his partially tied back, a braid coming loose from slick locks weaving with one of his horns, a crystal blue shimmer under rising moons light.
the sides of his temples look a little bumpy, and he squints when he kneads his fingers over one. turns out a headache is just another set of horns. ]
[Frankly speaking, he picked a good time; dusk is the time where her instinct-born drowsiness finally melts away. And so she meets him bright-eyed and all aflutter, her notably larger wings batting idly as she moves down the street. She's dressed lightly but finely in accordance with the weather, the light skirts of her sundress swishing prettily around her shins as she slows to a stop, pressing a hand to her hat as she tilts her head back to smile up at him.]
[ it didn’t feel weird to be looking in the direction hakuno was coming from. smelling fae dust in the air was like catching sight of prey when you’re famished (wait, no—). his pupils were well rounded in the darker atmosphere of evening save for the few expressive lights of the district, and upon her arrival they only expand until there’s little blue in his iris to show for. only a little bit.
his expression is soothed and content, while not busting out a grin— but his tail’s tip by his ankles does give a little wiggle. ]
Time flew. [ and with a poke at the accessory’s rim with his talon, ] Nice hat.
[ was it an intended pun, we’ll never know beyond this little shrug-accompanied smile. walking along doesn’t take long after the meeting, either. eren’s talon traces the rim and makes a step, than another in hopes that she’d accompany him. ]
It shows. [ eren once wore hats. horns make them difficult, now. even hoods are more of a tussle when you need to always fasten and unfasten the holes for them and slip them in like you would sleeves. hands loosely hanging at his side for now, he comes up with some curiosity before they get to the actual place. ] What kind of music do you like?
[ a doki,, has risen. inside the establishment is as lively as a festive day— from the outside thumps from music could be heard until they step in and surround themselves. the live music for tonight seems to blend with the traditional folk chimes of aefenglom with a youthful twist; the lead singer, a harpy with the voice of, ironically, a songbird, sings and gestures at the orbs of light that dance and scatter around her in a trancing visual effect, one evoked by a team of witches weaving magic through their instruments.
what’s even better is the small warmth of hakuno’s hand at his fingers, gingerly holding them until protected by the curve of his talons over the top of her hand. ]
My Bonded plays violin. [ sporting a seat for them is near instantaneous— an empty bunk table closer to the spectacle. ] I’m going to start guitar with him, soon.
My teacher Elliot plays a lot of instruments, and he's very kind; if you need a good instructor, I definitely recommend him.
[She sifts through the crowds, which part easily less for her, she knows, and more for the much larger gentleman attached to her.Her voice is soft enough to get lost in the song and general conversation, but she makes the effort to raise it for him as she settles down in her seat.]
[ —and there went the music, drowning out some of their voice enough that eren pauses, eyes wide with recognition. once they're in their seats, of course, the dragon sits in a slight slouch, legs spread comfortably apart (and knees bumping into hers), eren doesn't quite release the tender hold he has to her hand. ]
It's going to be a first for both of us. Have fun. [ she could have a drink, or some food, or some music, what have you! dates were dates. his ears dab for her voice and catch every bit of it with the amount of undivided attention he gives. ] Elliot's my Bonded.
[ elliot just deserves more . . . but— without lingering on a thought like that, eren can only awkwardly raise a shoulder and tip his head sideways as his lips peel back but don’t quite split. ]
We both needed Bonds then— his first and my second. [ even way back then when eren first arrived, and nearly four years younger than he was now (canon updates are crazy), the dragon had a rather large appetite for magic that one bond couldn’t successfully hold together for long without some slip ups . . . like with what’s happening recently, but the search for a new second witch bond is ongoing. ] It’s held up until now.
[ a waiter comes— a sparkling arachne with a bobby mane of curly hair and light-up accessories stuck like stars; her hands are all literally full (with orders) and she’d like to take theirs as one of her last asking rounds. eren goes for a simple start: a mixed fruit juice blend. ]
[She smiles up at him, unconcerned and pleasant and so utterly, peacefully ignorant to the fact that she will have firsthand experience of a good bond being torn away, all too soon.
Right now, she's just happy he's in a good place, with a man she knows is good.
The waitress catches her attention, and Hakuno's eyes slide to Eren briefly, consideringly, and then she orders something sweet and faintly alcoholic. The Arachne blinks, but brightly assures them the drinks will be right out.]
Come to think of it, you're pretty well-matched. Have you shown him any of your art?
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[She's teasing! ...mostly.]
You're pretty mighty as dragons go, Mr. Jeager.
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What's that supposed to mean?
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That wouldn’t discourage me. I’d make myself fit.
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> action!
[ no one can escape . . . his emojees. as the summer sun sets over aefenglom (muggy and hot, the way he likes it), eren waits at their meeting point— not at all overly dressed. very little dressed, in fact, sporting thin slacks that cut off just above his knees and a sideless tunic (for arm-wing space) held together by a hook and buckle. his hair, at least, his partially tied back, a braid coming loose from slick locks weaving with one of his horns, a crystal blue shimmer under rising moons light.
the sides of his temples look a little bumpy, and he squints when he kneads his fingers over one. turns out a headache is just another set of horns. ]
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Hey, you. Hope you weren't waiting long.
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his expression is soothed and content, while not busting out a grin— but his tail’s tip by his ankles does give a little wiggle. ]
Time flew. [ and with a poke at the accessory’s rim with his talon, ] Nice hat.
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[Given they're both of the winged persuasion, and all. She assumes it's a happy coincidence, but Eren's stabs at wry humor have happened before.]
Thanks. It's been a little while since we got to spent time together, so I thought I'd put some effort in.
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It shows. [ eren once wore hats. horns make them difficult, now. even hoods are more of a tussle when you need to always fasten and unfasten the holes for them and slip them in like you would sleeves. hands loosely hanging at his side for now, he comes up with some curiosity before they get to the actual place. ] What kind of music do you like?
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[Casual as can be, one of her hands slips up to take his, gentle as ever, as they head in.]
I've been learning the violin here, though.
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what’s even better is the small warmth of hakuno’s hand at his fingers, gingerly holding them until protected by the curve of his talons over the top of her hand. ]
My Bonded plays violin. [ sporting a seat for them is near instantaneous— an empty bunk table closer to the spectacle. ] I’m going to start guitar with him, soon.
[ ya boy’s getting INSTRUMENTAL ]
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[She sifts through the crowds, which part easily less for her, she knows, and more for the much larger gentleman attached to her.Her voice is soft enough to get lost in the song and general conversation, but she makes the effort to raise it for him as she settles down in her seat.]
Have you been here before?
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That's my—
[ —and there went the music, drowning out some of their voice enough that eren pauses, eyes wide with recognition. once they're in their seats, of course, the dragon sits in a slight slouch, legs spread comfortably apart (and knees bumping into hers), eren doesn't quite release the tender hold he has to her hand. ]
It's going to be a first for both of us. Have fun. [ she could have a drink, or some food, or some music, what have you! dates were dates. his ears dab for her voice and catch every bit of it with the amount of undivided attention he gives. ] Elliot's my Bonded.
[ the coincidence?! ]
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[Her eyes widen, as does her smile.]
Then, I can personally attest that you're in very good hands.
[And she squeezes the one he's holding, gentle and lingering.]
Did you two meet here, or know each other from before?
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We both needed Bonds then— his first and my second. [ even way back then when eren first arrived, and nearly four years younger than he was now (canon updates are crazy), the dragon had a rather large appetite for magic that one bond couldn’t successfully hold together for long without some slip ups . . . like with what’s happening recently, but the search for a new second witch bond is ongoing. ] It’s held up until now.
[ a waiter comes— a sparkling arachne with a bobby mane of curly hair and light-up accessories stuck like stars; her hands are all literally full (with orders) and she’d like to take theirs as one of her last asking rounds. eren goes for a simple start: a mixed fruit juice blend. ]
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[She smiles up at him, unconcerned and pleasant and so utterly, peacefully ignorant to the fact that she will have firsthand experience of a good bond being torn away, all too soon.
Right now, she's just happy he's in a good place, with a man she knows is good.
The waitress catches her attention, and Hakuno's eyes slide to Eren briefly, consideringly, and then she orders something sweet and faintly alcoholic. The Arachne blinks, but brightly assures them the drinks will be right out.]
Come to think of it, you're pretty well-matched. Have you shown him any of your art?
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