She’s this close to falling back asleep until she feels added weight on her bed, and familiar arms wrap around her waist. Petra moves back and leans into him, savoring the extra warmth he brings. It’s not cold, but it’s chilly, and anything is better than nothing. What reallywakes her up is the trail of kisses he plants. It starts from her shoulder. She yawns and places her hands over his. “Auruo,” he makes his way, slow and steady, from her shoulder to her neck. Lets out a hum of approval before she turns to kiss him.
"Alright, alright. I’m awake." She says with a sleepy smile.
He holds himself still and folds himself behind her, cupping her arm, lips pressed desperately to the bare skin of her shoulder. Ascends up each gentle nob to the base her neck, soft hair mused against his face.
He must not shake or shiver. He can’t, or she will know that once again, he was roused by violent nightmares, and she will be worried. But there’s a trace of need that bleeds into his touch anyway — he’s holding too tightly, his eyes clenched shut, even when she leans back to kiss him. She’s real, she’s alive, he tells himself. This is real.
"—H-hey, nag…" he breathes, trying to grin. "—Sorry t’ wake you."
will you be able to go die if you’re told to?
*decorates uncle's hair and is pleased* oUo (( hey~ <3 ))
He grumbles, fidgeting as the child completes her ministrations.
// Those people who hate on Auruo just because he looks older and then won’t even try to get to know him just because “He’s such a dick I just don’t like him” make me sick. //
oh yeah such a dick look at him thinking his life is cheap compared to the lives of others wow what a fucking asshole get in the trashcan trashman
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" Now now, theres enough French Baguette for everyone ” ♡
Harem of Petras + Gunther Based on Post [x]
i was going to post this with something else but got lazy so here
"Relax, Auruo. I could have easily hurt myself. You were talking some sense into me. Yeah, sure, we put ourselves in harm’s way all the time, but we shouldn’t while we’re at headquarters too. And I was trying to drag you with me. Imagine if we got hurt.” She says it, but she doesn’t want to. “We’re better off watching it from the ground.”
That had indeed been his contention, but there’s something about getting his way after an argument that is distinctly unsatisfying — maybe her drop in excitement, maybe the fact that his position had not been all that important. "—Alright, if you’re sure …" He frowns, brows furrowed. “—C’mon, then.” Grabs her hand like he means it, fingers lacing; he might have ruined the roof thing, but she’ll see stars, dammit.
The first traces of a grin pull at the corners of her lips. At this point, she’s only pretending to be upset.
❝ —slightly better. ❞
"—I knew you’d like that one," he says, satisfied with himself, and even more satisfied with the almost imperceptible grin he spots curving her lips. "—What about this: I’m glad I know sign language … it’s really come in handy.”
"Look, it’s fine." She’s given up on the idea, it’s not safe. Hange told her, and he’s been trying to tell her, so it’s about time she listens. He only has good intentions; Petra is the one being adamant and difficult. "Don’t worry about it, Auruo. We’re not going to do anything that risky." They put their lives on the line more often than anyone else within the walls, she knows better than to put them at risk on what’s supposed to be a relaxing day. "Can we sit outside tonight, though? You know. On the ground."
"—God — I’ll shut up about it, alright? I mean it’s not like we don’t do dangerous shit all the time" Laughs weakly. "—If you — if you wanna, yeah. Sure. I don’t — yeah. That’s, ah … fine." Shame makes his face burn, his throat tight; he tries to apologize, but the words won’t come.
Her eyes are two sullen oceans of barely-repressed exasperation. She lets out a short sigh.
❝ —you have any other gems for
me or can i get back to sweeping? ❞
"—Yeah, it’s kinda shit, huh." He’s undeterred. "—How ‘bout this one: My friend’s bakery burnt down last night. Now his business is toast." Huge grin. "—Eh? Eh??"
"You know what? Maybe we won’t do this.” Huffs, thoroughly disappointed. "I just wanted to go out one night and look at the stars. Y’know. On the roof? She was telling me about how I’ve gotta be careful about how I get up there, because with too much usage the it could ruin the stones…” One foot steps back and she shifts her weight to it. "We’ll watch from the ground or something."
"—That’s not — what I meant was — I mean I just … fuck.” When she puts it like that, there’s no way he really can refuse. He just gets visions of her slipping and breaking her neck or some awful shit like that, and the attending panic resurfaces, thrums through taunt limbs. “—God, you nag. We’ll do it like you want. Alright?! Just …” Gaze drifts to his feet; there’s no way he can put any of this into words.
look at this cute
She rests her hand on her hip, waiting.
❝ —i give up. what kind of tea is it? ❞
"—Reality. Get it?! Reali-tea." Snorts, vastly amused with himself and his stupid joke. "—Come on, that was a good one."