Auuuugghhhhh finally made something this week. -sobs- It’s cliche but, mehhhh atleast it’s something. -shrugs- Songs; Jatuh (Adam AF) & Stand by me (Shinee)
NO THIS IS PERFECT. THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL, SWEET FANTASTIC THING CAN I WRITE YOU A FIC.
I said I would write you a fic. So here it is. First part of it.
And so Jean stared at the bonfire as the flames died down, the embers giving off the final glows of the night. In his palm was what he assumed was a single chip of Marco’s bone, a memory of the friend he’d lost. The young man sat on the floor, his gaze shifted from the dying bonfire to the fragment of bone. His head would droop frequently until his eyes eventually shut, leading him into a realm of sleep.
He was the only soul, or so he thought. Or, he would have thought if he had been awake. So as Jean slept, someone else awoke to greet the smoky night atmosphere. From within one of the smoldering heaps, bodies shifted and rustled until from the pile, a hand erupted,steaming and stained with ash. Remains were pushed aside and a young, able-bodied figure sat up. His chest bare, and dirtied with blood and soot, his hands pat at his flesh almost as in disbelief.
He was alive.
Of course he was alive. He was supposed to be. He was slow at it, but regenerating wasn’t unheard of for him. After all, he was very much the same as their enemies, yet he lacked the cruelty and hatred for mankind. In fact, he quite loved them. He loved life in all forms…but he loathed his own kind.
Marco Bodt was alive and he was most certainly a titan. And he needed to run away. He was much the same as titans. He could become a monster with strength and incomprehensible invulnerability, but by comparison to others, he was sluggish. He could never heal fast. Small woulds, sure those would vanish early enough, but anything that normally would kill humans would often take him hours or even days and weeks to heal from. And now that his human body had been found among the dead, he had no where to go to and he had to flee.
His body, stiff and weak from days of immobility as he continued to heal, raised from the body pile. Naked, he took a few steps, prepared to sprint and depart from these walls. But he couldn’t. Not yet. There was an unfinished job he had to complete before he fled. He had a mourner whom he had to say goodbye to. Jean.
The soldier was huddled on the ground, arms wrapped around his knees, his fingers clasped around something. Marco rubbed at his right eye, the vision still returning. He’d originally lost so much more than just his right side, and by the time his corpse had been found, much of his body had regenerated. But the right side was what received the initial wound.
A worrisome smile wore itself on Marco’s face as he crouched down in front of Jean’s sleeping lump of himself. He wanted to place his hand over the others, but the risk was too great. For now, he’d just watch his friend sleep. Like he used to. When he and Jean were in training camp, he usually would fall asleep long after Jean had begun snoring. He never wanted to bother him so he’d just lie there and watch, innocently as friends would do until he became drowsy himself.
Jean would drool when he was relaxed, but this crouching and huddled lumpish position was far from conducive for drooling. Marco had always noted how peaceful his friend had slept, but…not tonight.
Jean;s face was twisted with anguish, mourning for his lost friend. Some might have seen Jean’s grieving and called him weak, or soft. But Marco knew that Jean was far from soft. Human, but not soft.
OKAY YEAH SO THAT IS JUST AN INTRO, FRIEND AND IT’S NOT RELATED TO YOUR PICTURE YET BUT IT WILL BE SOON. THERE’S A SECOND PART BUT I DON’T WANT TO POST IT YET BECAUSE THERE ARE MANGA SPOILERS. BUT THERE. MARCO LIVES, MARCO’S A TITAN BUT MARCO NEEDS TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE CITY.