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You feel the warmth settle gently upon your skin within mere seconds of waking. Whether it's the warmth of the sun beaming upon you through the nearby window or the body heat of the male next to you, you can't differentiate. Briefly do you figure both, but definitely favor the following option. The sight of sun-kissed skin greets your eyes upon their opening, realization of how nestled into your partner you were immediate to register whilst a familiar heat pools at the apples of your cheeks. Truly, how he managed to wrap himself around you and pull you in so close throughout the night is almost beyond comprehension at this point. Strong ar

His voice is as peaceful as they come. When he reads to you, it remains so. But, there's always droplets of audible passion inundating his articulation, his own excitement over the words read contained in the weakest of attempts. Even so, the thought brings a smile to your face. It's found rather adorable in your eyes. Of course, Armin only presents this feature with you alone. Your occupations require much more than a gentle voice, despite the gradual decline of activity as of late. You were soldiers, anything near such would surely get you nowhere with your comrades. The both of can keep up with such a requirement, but it's definitely no

He wasn't suppose to be home right now. He wasn't suppose to barge in and see this. You couldn't fault him for it, though. If it weren't for your weak state, you surely would have acted even more so suspicious than you were now. Initially, Jean hadn't suspected anything from you besides being substantially sick: your loss of appetite, fatigue, the frequent, back and forth trips to the bathroom to relieve your nausea, all factors he had merely deemed a stomach flu. Of course, this didn't mean he wasn't going to worry. It had seemed that by the minute, Jean had stressed you let him take you to visit a doctor and get checked up on. You dis

Gradually, it was becoming a habit. What had sent your ability to rest into a tailspin was something you found considerably difficult to pinpoint. Normally, you would have at least gotten a sufficient amount of sleep to get you through the passing days as an exorcist, but what had prevented you from even doing that much was truly something a mystery. Nightmares? They weren't frequent, nor were they severe. And you had no time to nap in a lifestyle like this one. As quick as it came, the desire to seek some sort of help or answers was scrapped. You were keen on how busy everyone in the Order had been as of late, the exorcists always makin