[ the firework show for samuin would begin tonight, with a deep spread of orange-pink across the evening sky to mark dusk’s arrival. hues of purple darken what’s left of blue, and giving everyone a lovely sunset to watch before the grand spectacular. eren can’t say he’s never heard of fireworks at this point, buried deep in the memories of his father, or when liberio prepared for its festival, and perhaps a few dumb years ago he would’ve found these excruciatingly alarming.
at least he’s used to terribly loud noises, being the source of one for so long. he’d told makoto earlier that he’d come pick him up, take him to a high point with a much better view than the roofs of most buildings. what eren hadn’t told him, perhaps, was that an elephant sized wyvern would be the one to circle over the roof of the building they once spent on evening together on, where he told him to wait, the color of his scales a brilliant reflection of the warm canvas splattered across the sky— black, purple, orange and red.
the dragon cries out, and flares his wings to land and make way for some extra running afterwards, just enough to come to a stop. the dragon, either way, was similar to eren’s more humanoid frame, from the pattern of scales to the tail, horns, and bright blue eyes. he’s just bigger, a lot less human— and on his neck, tied around it rather messily, was his silver pendant and a leather pack containing. well, things. ]
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at least he’s used to terribly loud noises, being the source of one for so long. he’d told makoto earlier that he’d come pick him up, take him to a high point with a much better view than the roofs of most buildings. what eren hadn’t told him, perhaps, was that an elephant sized wyvern would be the one to circle over the roof of the building they once spent on evening together on, where he told him to wait, the color of his scales a brilliant reflection of the warm canvas splattered across the sky— black, purple, orange and red.
the dragon cries out, and flares his wings to land and make way for some extra running afterwards, just enough to come to a stop. the dragon, either way, was similar to eren’s more humanoid frame, from the pattern of scales to the tail, horns, and bright blue eyes. he’s just bigger, a lot less human— and on his neck, tied around it rather messily, was his silver pendant and a leather pack containing. well, things. ]