[ Mikasa is a girl born of blood and violence. One of her earliest memories is that evening with Eren, when the two of them had killed the people trying to sell her, when her instincts had awoken. She had been remade then, no longer the quiet, shy girl - a touch darker, a little angrier, ready for war. Then she’d become a scout.
Any dreams of womanhood or being a wife and mother had been stolen from her by the war she’d been a part of, and she’d never spent too much time theorising what it would be like to give herself to someone. The whispers in the garrison had made it sound rough, violent, like fighting, but this… This was the opposite of that. Of course Jean would give her the sweetness that her life had been missing; it suited what they shared with one another.
The softness of love, the tenderness of sharing that with one another, with body language rather than spoken word.
Settling down on Jean’s lap, she tilts her head a little. Her hair is growing longer now and it shows, curling around her face as she smiles. ]
Maybe I will be when I get used to it. I’d like to watch your face like I did before.
[ She doesn’t reach to stop his exploring hands, only letting her own start to try to undress him too. ]
also explains a lot tbh
Any dreams of womanhood or being a wife and mother had been stolen from her by the war she’d been a part of, and she’d never spent too much time theorising what it would be like to give herself to someone. The whispers in the garrison had made it sound rough, violent, like fighting, but this… This was the opposite of that. Of course Jean would give her the sweetness that her life had been missing; it suited what they shared with one another.
The softness of love, the tenderness of sharing that with one another, with body language rather than spoken word.
Settling down on Jean’s lap, she tilts her head a little. Her hair is growing longer now and it shows, curling around her face as she smiles. ]
Maybe I will be when I get used to it. I’d like to watch your face like I did before.
[ She doesn’t reach to stop his exploring hands, only letting her own start to try to undress him too. ]