[ whenever levi wakes up from his magic coma, nurses would probably let the captain know that he always had a visitor. a young dragon, by the looks of the last time they saw him. he’d sit there, hang around, talk a little occasionally, then politely bow out to return to whatever duties he had. sometimes, there’d be trinkets. mostly enchanted cleaning products.
today was no different! a tall horned man with plenty more features to count walks in, dawning a jacket in the summer months— because it actually snowed. crazy.
eren slips into the room he was used to walking into, acknowledging the nurses there, but before they could say anything to surprise him, what he sees is more than enough. wide slit eyes stare blankly, a touch of relief softening up the muscles around his cheeks, but not enough to shred the serious look on his face. ]
[ don't you hate when you get The Magic Flu™ and end up all but dead to the world for like an entire month? yikes.
between the haze of sickness and the general weirdness of the situation, it takes him more than a little bit to regain a solid grasp on reality. is this what a hangover feels like?
(he can't get drunk, you see. poor bastard.)
anyway, the fact that there's a fucking dragon person in his room doesn't help. he recognizes Eren despite the drastic changes, but it still kind of seems unreal. he tries to blink away the crazy, but it doesn't work. shit. ]
When did you turn into a lizard?
[ is he joking? it's really hard to tell sometimes. ]
[ at least he looks okay for someone who has been bedridden— iron ackergenes, those are. eren’s expression doesn’t falter, but!! but. he is trying to determine if he should answer it literally or carry it along like a joke.
best to keep on the safe side. ]
These last full moons were, [ uh ] notable, sir.
[ he’s had the most changes yet. ] How’re you feeling?
[ he thought it was . . . mindful, to keep track. the literal lizard get up is a lot easier to understand now! ]
No one we know has come through the mirrors since then. [ a pause. ] But there’s something wrong in this city, something internal.
[ . . . ]
We’re caught in the middle of it again.
[ not that he’s complaining about it, or has been— he’s been digging at anything that gives off scent of suspicion, it’s the way they have to get home and falls no shorter than a duty. they just need to get on the same page. conspiracies, we all love conspiracies!! ]
[ but he doesn’t. only suspicions and clues and . . . hunches, really. nothing solid. ]
The dreams we have aren’t dreams— I think they’re memories. Someone saw the future and shares it with us. [ that’s his theory, as a memory walker himself when he sleeps and sees through the eyes of the shifters before him. ] It keeps giving us clues to government involvement, or foul play if you look hard enough.
But how much of that is good for us is, [ hand wave ] in the air. One of my Bonds thinks us being here isn’t an accident or a call for help like I thought. It could be a trap.
[ and he doesn’t want to rule that out. someone may be trying to warn them. someone may even be leading them into false stories. they just had to find the answers themselves. ]
[ ...well, that is definitely A Lot. in fact, it might be borderline too much for someone who's still fighting off a bad case of magical brain fog. his brows furrow as he tries to make sense of any of it. ]
[ there is definitely frustration here, but it's not really directed at Eren. (this time.)
he pushes himself up into a standing position slowly, but evidently not slowly enough—he manages to catch himself before staggering, but he's just going to... stand still. for a sec. and maybe rub his face a bit because holy shit this is embarrassing. ]
he’s actually— never seen levi do that before, though. eren almost double-reacts with his hand going out, then back, then hovering there. he gets closer. ]
[ no hesitation there whatsoever. he could have fallen flat on his goddamn face and he still would have insisted everything was fine. winding up in a state like this because of something as insanely stupid as "some kind of magic shit idk" is pretty embarrassing for him.
he's not invincible, but it's usually a lot more difficult to knock him down. magic is stupid. ]
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today was no different! a tall horned man with plenty more features to count walks in, dawning a jacket in the summer months— because it actually snowed. crazy.
eren slips into the room he was used to walking into, acknowledging the nurses there, but before they could say anything to surprise him, what he sees is more than enough. wide slit eyes stare blankly, a touch of relief softening up the muscles around his cheeks, but not enough to shred the serious look on his face. ]
Captain.
enchanted cleaning products you say
between the haze of sickness and the general weirdness of the situation, it takes him more than a little bit to regain a solid grasp on reality. is this what a hangover feels like?
(he can't get drunk, you see. poor bastard.)
anyway, the fact that there's a fucking dragon person in his room doesn't help. he recognizes Eren despite the drastic changes, but it still kind of seems unreal. he tries to blink away the crazy, but it doesn't work. shit. ]
When did you turn into a lizard?
[ is he joking? it's really hard to tell sometimes. ]
he knows his captain
best to keep on the safe side. ]
These last full moons were, [ uh ] notable, sir.
[ he’s had the most changes yet. ] How’re you feeling?
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[ what does that even mean. he's too tired to ask right now. ]
Like a reanimated corpse. Except the person who did it was complete shit at it.
[ can't even get a reliable necromancer around here, sheesh. ]
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You look, [ what he once said to mikasa, ] good for time you were out.
[ there’s no humongous weight loss, and his eyes haven’t really changed from that squinty scowl he carries around.]
Do you know what day it is?
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No.
[ son, he doesn't even know what year it is right now. ]
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It’s mid-Juril— The continent’s summer. You were out of commission from Iuneril, last month, until now, and we arrived in Maiuril. Two months ago.
[ and still no sign of an escape route, which is fairly clear on eren’s scaled features. ]
anyway
Over a month?
[ this information does not please him. ]
he tried so hard with his macaroni art tho
[ he thought it was . . . mindful, to keep track. the literal lizard get up is a lot easier to understand now! ]
No one we know has come through the mirrors since then. [ a pause. ] But there’s something wrong in this city, something internal.
[ . . . ]
We’re caught in the middle of it again.
[ not that he’s complaining about it, or has been— he’s been digging at anything that gives off scent of suspicion, it’s the way they have to get home and falls no shorter than a duty. they just need to get on the same page. conspiracies, we all love conspiracies!! ]
macaroni art is a waste of food
he's not sure how to feel about hearing no one else from home has ended up here. maybe being disappointed is selfish. it's probably just as well. ]
How cryptic. You wanna elaborate on that a little?
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[ but he doesn’t. only suspicions and clues and . . . hunches, really. nothing solid. ]
The dreams we have aren’t dreams— I think they’re memories. Someone saw the future and shares it with us. [ that’s his theory, as a memory walker himself when he sleeps and sees through the eyes of the shifters before him. ] It keeps giving us clues to government involvement, or foul play if you look hard enough.
But how much of that is good for us is, [ hand wave ] in the air. One of my Bonds thinks us being here isn’t an accident or a call for help like I thought. It could be a trap.
[ and he doesn’t want to rule that out. someone may be trying to warn them. someone may even be leading them into false stories. they just had to find the answers themselves. ]
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Someone else's memories?
[ let's just start there. ]
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[ you said to elaborate, sir!!!! eren does not have a filter!! and slightly notices now that he should’ve!!
there’s more to add about this, but, ]
Should we— go outside?
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[ there is definitely frustration here, but it's not really directed at Eren. (this time.)
he pushes himself up into a standing position slowly, but evidently not slowly enough—he manages to catch himself before staggering, but he's just going to... stand still. for a sec. and maybe rub his face a bit because holy shit this is embarrassing. ]
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he’s actually— never seen levi do that before, though. eren almost double-reacts with his hand going out, then back, then hovering there. he gets closer. ]
Sir?
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[ no hesitation there whatsoever. he could have fallen flat on his goddamn face and he still would have insisted everything was fine. winding up in a state like this because of something as insanely stupid as "some kind of magic shit idk" is pretty embarrassing for him.
he's not invincible, but it's usually a lot more difficult to knock him down. magic is stupid. ]
Let's just go.
[ he's been in this room way too long. ]