[ he freezes when Erwin suddenly jerks his head back; is that a good sign or a bad sign? he doesn't have much time to wonder before it becomes quite clear.
it's definitely a bad sign. unless Erwin always secretly wanted... antlers? is that what those are?
it doesn't matter what they are. they just burst forth out of Erwin's head from nothing, and the mere thought of the pain something like that would cause makes him feel sick, too.
fortunately, he will never be sick enough not to prioritize Erwin over all else. he shifts up to hold Erwin's face; he's afraid to touch the rest of his head. the last thing he wants is to make this even worse.
he's not looking at those things either way—only in his eyes. ]
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it's definitely a bad sign. unless Erwin always secretly wanted... antlers? is that what those are?
it doesn't matter what they are. they just burst forth out of Erwin's head from nothing, and the mere thought of the pain something like that would cause makes him feel sick, too.
fortunately, he will never be sick enough not to prioritize Erwin over all else. he shifts up to hold Erwin's face; he's afraid to touch the rest of his head. the last thing he wants is to make this even worse.
he's not looking at those things either way—only in his eyes. ]
I'm here. Stay with me.
[ no matter who turns into what. ]