[ Jean didn't know that's what it was, at first. A pair of bracelets, yes, a matching set of something, which was already quite sweet of Eren. Then Eren takes his hand, and Jean doesn't pull it back, watching him examine his head. He listens, and he knows after a moment: this is something, a tradition, from Shiganshina.
They don't have traditions like this, in Trost. It's usually a ring - two rings; one to show you're promised, and the other when you're married. If you can't afford it, it's just the one ring for both.
And yet - this feels appropriate for the two of them, watching Eren's nervous hands tie it around his wrist. A promise for the future that they tie around each other. ]
Oh...
[ It's barely a word, just a soft exhalation. He turns his hand over to look at the bracelet, but it's not the decoration that matters to him. It's the knot, securely tied, and they're sized perfectly. No extra strings to catch in ODM gear.
He doesn't know what to say; for once, he doesn't try to figure it out. Instead, he takes Eren's hand in one of his own - smaller than his, now; they've always been smaller, but even more so than he remembers. He brushes his thumb over his knuckles, turning it over as he takes the bracelet with his other hand.
In the same manner Eren had, he ties the bracelet securely against Eren's skin. The hand he chose is the one Eren bites when he transforms into a Titan; he made the decision deliberately.
His fingers rest against the leather knot. ]
No bad luck for either of us. [ He swallows slightly. ] Okay?
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They don't have traditions like this, in Trost. It's usually a ring - two rings; one to show you're promised, and the other when you're married. If you can't afford it, it's just the one ring for both.
And yet - this feels appropriate for the two of them, watching Eren's nervous hands tie it around his wrist. A promise for the future that they tie around each other. ]
Oh...
[ It's barely a word, just a soft exhalation. He turns his hand over to look at the bracelet, but it's not the decoration that matters to him. It's the knot, securely tied, and they're sized perfectly. No extra strings to catch in ODM gear.
He doesn't know what to say; for once, he doesn't try to figure it out. Instead, he takes Eren's hand in one of his own - smaller than his, now; they've always been smaller, but even more so than he remembers. He brushes his thumb over his knuckles, turning it over as he takes the bracelet with his other hand.
In the same manner Eren had, he ties the bracelet securely against Eren's skin. The hand he chose is the one Eren bites when he transforms into a Titan; he made the decision deliberately.
His fingers rest against the leather knot. ]
No bad luck for either of us. [ He swallows slightly. ] Okay?