but no eren could just get there in five if he speeds— that which yusuke will hear only getting closer to house mochi until that motor roar is right at the door. surprise motherfucker. ]
[ what did he ever do to you to receive such treatment
but with his helmet under his arm and mountain look still sharp(er, he went to the barber’s to straighten it out), eren wipes his boots and walks in. he looks a little antsy. ]
[ he’s not a hobo . . . he’s a mountain man now ]
I would’ve went to someone else for it, but you were my first choice.
[ yusuke was his number one go to artist for a reason! even if they had a few spats during event month but come on look how much they had to deal with. including themselves. ]
. . . Can you draw a person if I give you details? Nothing— elaborate, just a sketch is enough.
eren settles down in the living room somewhere while he waits for yusuke to get his things whenever he was ready. in the meantime— eren sets his helmet down right next to him, folds his hands, opens his mouth, closes his mouth, opens it again.
[ I mean. For the moment he's just getting the basic sketch book, he'll have to use his words if we wants paint and canvas, so it doesn't take too long. ]
... I suppose. I still feel a little drained.
[ It was ... a little scary, actually. He knew using a Persona was tiring, but he'd hollowed out almost all of his energy reserves in that final mission and was still recovering now. And Yu had still almost died. It highlighted a lot of weaknesses he wasn't fully aware he had. ]
[ things don’t go away if you don’t fix the source of drainage, but it’s just a watchful mention, no snap or bark to it. they’ve all been through a lot, and that also goes for himself as a reminder. ]
[ it’s never enough he thinks to himself, before clearing his throat and bringing his hands to his mouth, elbows propped up on his knees. it was such a brief memory but— it’s still clear, as if it were really his. ]
A woman in front of a victorian mirror. She was brushing her hair. [ he pauses to gather detail, and then: ] Long black hair, chest length, no bangs. Thin lips and big downturned eyes. She was in a nightgown.
[ It's enough to get started on. Outline wise, at least. However, he needs more detail than just what a woman was doing. ]
Do you want that pose exactly? Or just a sketch of what she looks like? I would need more description of her, in either case. The shape of her face, the length and shape of her nose, etc.
[ eren holds a hand up, as if it were holding a brush and pulling at hair, pretty delicately, and— yes he’s posing for him, even the expression that had been on the woman’s face is the one he’s wearing now, neutral but soft. maybe a little lost in thought. ]
Like this.
[ he’ll hold that for a minute before putting his fingers to his temple. face, length and nose— ]
. . . Heart shaped face, small nose? Pretty short.
[ eren moves out of his seat to take one next to yusuke, leaning over to watch him work. he keeps tilting his head to see the angles and whatnot, see if it looks right. it’s a good thing he’s not afraid to say so. ]
Here eyes were opened wider.
[ uh— ]
There were frills here, too. [ he points, finger hovering over the hem of her nightgown. ] Tiny ones.
[ but other than that— the rest is approved. eren only watches quietly now, hands rubbing together nervously. ]
[ These are easy tweaks, and with Eren correcting him as he goes it doesn't take long for him to get a base sketch down - frills on the nightgown and all. He takes a moment to brush down the front of the paper, before holding it up for Eren to get a proper look at. ]
Here.
[ If he approves it, Yusuke can neaten and bold some of the lines, and add more life to the piece. ]
[ eren nods with approval, and his expression might as well be awed at how perfect it came out. especially with the extra pop yusuke seems to be giving it. it’s exactly the way he remembers.
which, comes the weird part. ]
. . . Yeah. Well— no.
[ eren opens his mouth yet again but no words come right away, trying to think of how to actually word it. ]
They’re not my memories, I don’t know who she is. But I was seeing through her eyes.
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Right now, this second?
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while i still have it fresh
[ just shut up and tAKE mY money ]
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[ y i k e s eren ]
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I will try and be ready for your arrival...?
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but no eren could just get there in five if he speeds— that which yusuke will hear only getting closer to house mochi until that motor roar is right at the door. surprise motherfucker. ]
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don't get a speeding ticket, eren. pls.
fine, he'll open the door. reluctantly. ]
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but with his helmet under his arm and mountain look still sharp(er, he went to the barber’s to straighten it out), eren wipes his boots and walks in. he looks a little antsy. ]
Hey— You weren’t busy, right?
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No, I wasn’t.
—Would it have made a difference if I was?
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I would’ve went to someone else for it, but you were my first choice.
[ yusuke was his number one go to artist for a reason! even if they had a few spats during event month but come on look how much they had to deal with. including themselves. ]
. . . Can you draw a person if I give you details? Nothing— elaborate, just a sketch is enough.
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I see.
[ ... that's oddly flattering, actually. ]
Yes, provided the details are clear enough. I've done this once before, actually.
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eren settles down in the living room somewhere while he waits for yusuke to get his things whenever he was ready. in the meantime— eren sets his helmet down right next to him, folds his hands, opens his mouth, closes his mouth, opens it again.
this time, words come. ]
. . . Been settling back alright?
[ an attempt is being made here. ]
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... I suppose. I still feel a little drained.
[ It was ... a little scary, actually. He knew using a Persona was tiring, but he'd hollowed out almost all of his energy reserves in that final mission and was still recovering now. And Yu had still almost died. It highlighted a lot of weaknesses he wasn't fully aware he had. ]
That'll fade with time, I'm sure.
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[ things don’t go away if you don’t fix the source of drainage, but it’s just a watchful mention, no snap or bark to it. they’ve all been through a lot, and that also goes for himself as a reminder. ]
Do what you gotta to keep moving forward.
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[ He lays out his pencils and pens, and sets the sketchbook on his lap. ]
Who is it you want me to draw?
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A woman in front of a victorian mirror. She was brushing her hair. [ he pauses to gather detail, and then: ] Long black hair, chest length, no bangs. Thin lips and big downturned eyes. She was in a nightgown.
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Do you want that pose exactly? Or just a sketch of what she looks like? I would need more description of her, in either case. The shape of her face, the length and shape of her nose, etc.
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[ eren holds a hand up, as if it were holding a brush and pulling at hair, pretty delicately, and— yes he’s posing for him, even the expression that had been on the woman’s face is the one he’s wearing now, neutral but soft. maybe a little lost in thought. ]
Like this.
[ he’ll hold that for a minute before putting his fingers to his temple. face, length and nose— ]
. . . Heart shaped face, small nose? Pretty short.
[ she’s a rather pretty girl ]
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[ That's a little better...? Enough for him to get a decent idea of what he's drawing, and start an outline of facial shapes and features. ]
You might want to watch, and catch anything I need to tweak in real time. It'd be more helpful for both of us to adjust it now, rather than later.
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Here eyes were opened wider.
[ uh— ]
There were frills here, too. [ he points, finger hovering over the hem of her nightgown. ] Tiny ones.
[ but other than that— the rest is approved. eren only watches quietly now, hands rubbing together nervously. ]
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Here.
[ If he approves it, Yusuke can neaten and bold some of the lines, and add more life to the piece. ]
Is she someone from your memories?
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which, comes the weird part. ]
. . . Yeah. Well— no.
[ eren opens his mouth yet again but no words come right away, trying to think of how to actually word it. ]
They’re not my memories, I don’t know who she is. But I was seeing through her eyes.
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I thought we only saw our own memories...? How are you seeing through the eyes of a stranger?
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[ eren rubs his temple a little, beginning to rest his arms on his legs again. ]
I had one imply that I could see my other dad’s memories somehow— but she’s not my dad.
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[ ... Um. ]
I, yes. Yes, I had assumed this young woman was not your father.
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