Ft. Atlas - Blog Posts

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╰ location: outskirts of the school grounds. ╰ open starter.

╰ ★ 】 ━━━━━ though their being trapped in whatever form of hell this was showed that there were no monsters prowling the campus, the fire of lance hall showed that they were the only creatures here who went bump in the night.  he wasn’t even sure himself if a patrol would do anything, but, it was an assigned job, and he didn’t think arguing with the new ham overlords would do him any favors.  so, right after dinner, he started on the route of his evening shift with a rake that had been broken into a makeshift staff in his hands, his only form of defense against whatever, or whoever, felt like ambushing him.

suddenly, as the clouds shifted over the moon, there was a cracking of sticks behind him.  he whipped around, eyes scanning for any moving shadows in the dim light, his grasp tight on his weapon.  “who’s there?” he called out.  “come on, no one likes to be snuck up on.”

the funniest part of all was that eren was not trying to sneak up on his step-brother, but altas still found a way to get startled anyway. it was comical, the way he was forced to step out of the shadows with his arms crossed as though he were a supervillain pre-monologue. he looked atlas over briefly with a hand hovering below his nose and, after breathing in, he finally spoke. “ okay, so, be patient, there’s a lot to unpack here. “ it had only been a few months since their first full conversation so it made sense that he was not yet good at it, a an even greater possibility that he never would be. however, when he parted ways with atlas to literally any faction that would take him, he thought his hands were clean. he felt a weight lifted off of his shoulders watching atlas walk away, but now as atlas stood there frightened with a makeshift staff, all of that weight seemed to return. “ any faction that would put you on guard duty is asking to be looted. just the sight of you makes me want to rob you and i’m the one with an obligation to keep you alive. your stance is wide open, your hands aren’t far enough apart and you’re too jumpy. i mean, fuck, man. “