*still needs to write that essay*
edit: *THOSE essays*
disclaimer: not mine not mine not mine lol
notes: annie's nose fan club.
THE FEMALE TITAN COULD BE ANNIEONE. I hope you eren't mad I used some puns.
does anybodty actually care? Oh well, be on the arlert for more spoilers. Did I try too hardt? -yes, I did. XD
Three Warriors
xxx. tears .xxx
It wasn't the titan clawing at the tree trunk below that was frightening. The tremors that shook the entire forest sent shivers down his spine, because he could only imagine the scenario taking place. The hoarse scream that reverberated for miles and miles were knives raking down his nerves. It pulled his core taught; he wanted to fly there, to fly to her aid.
And then it was eerily quiet, the only sound was the echo of a gunshot as the Commander signaled their retreat.
But he knew, and they knew, and she knew.
He cast a glance over his shoulder as he mounted his horse, but he didn't spot Reiner amongst the other squads. They were on opposite sides of the forest, he supposed.
He attempted to let the steady drum of horse's hooves on hard-packed ground dull the tremors in his heart. Nonetheless, his feet felt heavy in the stirrups, and he fell just short of collapsing over his horse's neck and tumbling to the ground.
A second scream jolted him upright.
Anguish was evident in this cry, and a familiar face flashed before his eyes.
Hey. It's been five years, hasn't it?
Vengeful hate and drawn blades, and it was Eren. Eren's pain and Eren's resolve, his assiduousness and penchant for starting fights. The lack of hesitation as he drew his blades and came in for the kill — only for his prey to disappear within the smoke and the chaos.
No, not the prey.
You are the food and we are the hunter, someone had once told him.
Bertholdt steeled himself.
It had been five years, but he remembered as clear as day. His hand on the wall and his toes in the grass, a friendly ant crawling up his ankle. He had hardly anything in that little pack of his, and neither did the other two. After this, they would run into the "safety" of the walls and subsist on whatever meager bread provisions the Military Police decided to dole out. He wasn't a picky one, that Bertholdt, nor did he show much emotion.
But he knew, and Reiner knew, and Annie knew.
"Well?"
Bertholdt brought his hand to his mouth.
"I'm going, then."
He didn't turn back, but he heard her go.
There was a pause, and she turned to say,
"Just don't die."
He is galloping so fast, his horse's hooves hardly touching the ground, and though the birds startle into the air and the tormented cry of a boy gone made screeches through the air, he keeps going.
Because he knows, and they know, and she knows.
"I won't die."
/chapter
idk
this is more like titan trio stream of consciousness writing
anything that comes out is put down
top of the head
lol.