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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna

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❝ just take my hand and close your eyes. pretend we’re anywhere else but here. ❞ Ling @ Lan Fan

young lord. / @soulcluster

It was at Mei’s insistence that she attend the gala on her day off – though Lan Fan knew Ling’s invitation went without saying, even if it was much easier (and similarly, much harder on the heart) to deny her lord.

“You deserve to be there as much as anyone else,” Mei had said with such kindness, but Lan Fan dared not think too hard about it.

Ultimately, she donned a more Amestrian-style gown of rich, sunny yellow; Mei’s attendants had enjoyed fussing over her, and perhaps a small part of her had liked being fussed over, but when it came to her hair, she refused to have it put up in the too-complicated styles the women of the court favored. It was left down, especially to cover the automail scar the off the shoulder neckline of her gown left open to viewing.

Entering the grand doors, she felt like she’d been struck to the spot with the amount of eyes that turned her way. Few people in the Imperial Palace knew what her unmasked face looked like, yet it felt like she was being scrutinized to the very essence of her being. She did not belong there.

Of course her lord found her on the edge of the room, trying to shrink into herself. She was mortified that he would take time away from the celebration of Xing’s new council of legislators in the wake of abolishing the former Emperor’s echo chamber. Her lord had always cared for her far more than he should. His heart was too soft for someone like her.

Ling, she wanted to say in times like these. His given name held a certain… temptation to it. Something that was not right for her but that she wanted for herself all the same. Even when they were children it had been a rarity that she called him by it, letting it slip out in moments of utter peace when they were simply two friends and not bound together by duty.

“My Lord,” Lan Fan’s voice was quiet and trembling as she stared at their joined hands, “please. Don’t let me ruin your night.”

yells bc finally FINALLY getting to write l.ingfan this could have been so much longer interactions — lan fan. soulcluster
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@handpickedriot / jean kirstein / xx.

Mikasa watched him take her hand in his own, his gentle touch a warm balm. Though she had asked him the question, she wasn't sure what his answer would be, and that made her nervous.

Not that it showed. Her veneer was impassive, as it so often was.

After suffering through the incident that lost her her parents, Mikasa gained precise control over herself, from her emotions to her movements. Personal chastisement followed any slip up. Eren wouldn't always be around to save her. Unfortunately, this mindset rarely made her friends, and it was a wonder to her that Jean had even stuck around this long. Never mind the fact that, for the longest time, he simply hadn't registered on her radar.

So it led to the question...did he even like who she was? More importantly, did Mikasa understand who she was? Maybe, what she really wanted, was to understand how Jean saw her.

Too bad he didn't answer her question.

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Mikasa's eyes met his. "That's not an answer."

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He exhaled softly, because he should have expected that. Jean was lost in a sea of too many answers of his own to sift through, so he was happy to offer her the one she sought. For now, he could put aside the conflict brewing within him about his work under Roy, and the guilt that came with said conflict, and focus on them.

“I like your drive,” he said, leaning back on his hands, letting the blades of grass poking through his fingers ground his thoughts, “Your kindness despite the horror you’ve seen. The way I can read you even when you don’t say anything.”

Jean grinned at Mikasa, lifting a hand and ever-so-gently tucking her hair behind her ear. “Maybe at first it was just me thinking you were cute. Because I did.” God, she’d been a knock-out — then, and now. “But getting to know you has been… time I treasure. The little moments keep me going on long trips away from Central.”

interactions — jean. soulcluster aot tw

mei. / @chmerical

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He’s finally in Xing.

Though he and Ed traveled extensively over the course of their journey to get their bodies back, there’s nothing like seeing new places with his own eyes. Breathing the country’s air with his lungs. He can’t help himself – he crouches in front of a nearby flower and runs his fingers over its velvety petals.

Standing, Al waves and shoots Mei a wide grin. “Hey! Long time no see!”

mei showing him around maybe? :3 interactions — alphonse. chmerical