Eren is as green as his eyes.
He is calloused hands, brown hair and killing intent. He is a scarred soul, beating heart and every shade of 'work harder's. He is fresh air in a concrete prison and he is the stubborn unscathed pillar of a collapsed building. He breathes hatred and dreams of home. He is energy and exhaustion at the same time. He's unstable and sure and young and naïve and not ready.
He is his dream of a happily ever after. He is his smile that has forgotten tomorrow exists. He is his bonds he may or may not lose the day after. He is bowed down heads and downcast eyes after returning from a failed expedition. He is petty fights and unnecessary annoyance. He is stupid persistence and stupider endurance.
But Eren is green.
As green as life.
Green.
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Mikasa is as red as her scarf.
She is a colorless shadow and angel-like face. She is raw strength, unmatched talent and dangerous beauty. She is a dead soul, no kindness and ghosts of smiles. She is more and more and more and not enough. She is nights spent awake and nightmares that stay. She is graceful movement and swift murder and determination in her bones. She is tired eyes and 'please, not again' and 'no, no, NO!'s.
But she delivers the cleanest of cuts and walks past dead bodies without a second glance. She puts her fist above her chest and offers her life to those she does not care for. She fights and dies a bit more with every battle but she's ready. She is ready kill anything in her way and she watches death with clouds in her eyes. She closes her heart before every battle and she forgets how to open it a bit more every day.
But Mikasa is as red.
Almost as red as blood.
Red.
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Armin is gold like his hair.
He is clever eyes, gentle words and mind sharper than any other. He is dreams of the ocean and waking up to reality. He is a chant of 'save them' and 'protect them' and 'I'm sorry'. He is memories that seem like imagination and imagination that seem like memory. He is afraid and helpless and pitifully admirable.
But he does not give in to the ghosts that follow him and he does not hesitate. He closes and opens his heart at will and kills and revives his soul at will. He is a silent prayer for those who has passed away and for those who will pass away. He is the virtue of sacrifice and the sin of victory.
But Armin is gold.
As gold as a king's crown.
Gold.
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They are soldiers as individuals.
They are tools meant to be used and pawns left to die. There are memories of a long dead town and memories of long dead faces. They kill and they are killed and they are just more nothings. They deceive, they steal, they lie and one day they die. They become emblems in Levi's drawer and gravestones on a military cemetery.
But together they are hope.
They kill, plan, protect and fight and fight and fight until there is nothing left to fight for. They do not stop, they do not rest, they do not breathe and they do not die. They are a flash of blue eyes, strands of midnight hair and a roar of anger. They are anguish and despair and agony locked up in bodies. They are hope and love and promises locked up in hearts.
Together, they will see every tomorrow until their bodies waste away.
They are Eren, Mikasa and Armin and they will make it.
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(They have to.)
this was freakishly weird on multiple levels. review anyway?