Domestic Jeankasa fluff because I say so
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angewiesenIt was spring, in the very last moments of coolness before an early summer. Jean woke up when the first fingers of dawn's sunlight reached through their open window and touched his face. It was a habit he learned in training that continued to be relevant in his life today. Out here in the wilderness, you got up with the sun and went to bed when it set, and you spent those precious waking hours working the land.
When he was young, he dreamed of a life in the city, of lax morals and drunken dalliances. When he took up with the Corps, those dreams faded. He assumed that he'd die before his retirement. When the Rumbling was stopped, the world had changed so violently that he had no idea what his future would look like. Even when all sorts of possibilities opened up to him, where he was now wasn't one of his first guesses.
It was what Mikasa wanted. What she figured out she wanted, once her life was suddenly void of its previous purpose. Jean was happy where she was happiest. He could adapt. He'd been doing it all his life before now, and this change was relatively easy in comparison.
Jean stiffly stretched in place on his side of the bed, warming his body up, before he turned on his side to face Mikasa's back. It didn't look like she was up yet. He reached around her waist and drew himself up against her body. He buried his nose in her dark hair. He liked it even more than he thought he would in all the fantasies he had as a teenager. He really had it made.
When he was young, he dreamed of a life in the city, of lax morals and drunken dalliances. When he took up with the Corps, those dreams faded. He assumed that he'd die before his retirement. When the Rumbling was stopped, the world had changed so violently that he had no idea what his future would look like. Even when all sorts of possibilities opened up to him, where he was now wasn't one of his first guesses.
It was what Mikasa wanted. What she figured out she wanted, once her life was suddenly void of its previous purpose. Jean was happy where she was happiest. He could adapt. He'd been doing it all his life before now, and this change was relatively easy in comparison.
Jean stiffly stretched in place on his side of the bed, warming his body up, before he turned on his side to face Mikasa's back. It didn't look like she was up yet. He reached around her waist and drew himself up against her body. He buried his nose in her dark hair. He liked it even more than he thought he would in all the fantasies he had as a teenager. He really had it made.
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Date: 2021-08-14 10:53 pm (UTC)But those times were over now, even if the memories would never leave...
"... They will and she will. We'll have to be careful with her." They'd dealt with worse than a fat bird, but you never know. She was good at laying but maybe... Eh, she was fine for now. No chicken dinner yet. "I wonder why she's like that, the others are... I've seen them eat their own eggs before." Bettie got all the maternal instinct here. Mikasa just snorted, shaking it off and looking back at Jean.
"Any ideas what to make with them?"
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Date: 2021-08-21 08:00 pm (UTC)In the nation of the blind, the one eyed man is king? Or in this case, the biggest bird-brain.
"What else do we have around?" he asked as he wandered the kitchen, peeking into cabinets in a cursory way. There was leftover bread, and in the icebox (icebrust stone had some great practical applications, if you know how to work with it so it doesn't explode) there was a variety of root vegetables, and new leeks.
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Date: 2021-09-06 09:55 pm (UTC)"Bread, some vegetables." She gave a small shrug looking over at the pantry as well. But Mikasa wasn't the most creative with cooking. She'd make the same things every day. Jean had a bit more variety when it came to cooking skills.
"It's strange, having the choice." Maybe that was why she didn't adventure more.