Mikasa POV
They managed to get back to the boy's room without being seen or stopped by anyone. Even if they had run into someone Mikasa doubted they would have addressed them with the pensive scowl on Eren's face.
Armin was walking behind them, the ever-shy guy hiding behind the mask he had accepted the day they had become servants for that monster of a king. Mikasa would never openly admit it in the near future but she admired him for his talent to act like it was just another day for just another ordinary servant in the palace of Eldia.
He never let the truth show behind that false smile. Behind the sincere glimmer in his shimmering eyes whenever he helped someone who he knew he would have to betray someday. No one would ever guess that he was planning to help his friend overthrow the king. That he was planning to commit treason in a way that would cost him everything he had left.
His friends. His life.
The boys were already talking to each other, Armin leaning against the bed, his legs stretched out on the floor and his hands sliding across the parts of the floor he could reach, a thoughtful tug at the corner of his mouth as he listened to whatever Eren was saying.
Mikasa found herself zoning out like that often these days.
Like it would be the last chance she would get to savor every single moment she had with the people she loved the most. Maybe everything would blow up around them and she would never get to see Eren grin just like that again. Maybe she would never get to listen to the interesting stories Armin could tell. The stories he spun only to help her sleep at nights when they had had him over.
She sat down on the bed opposite to Eren's and leaned back, watching the guys with observant eyes.
"-splitting up? Where would we even start?", Eren was voicing the concerns she harbored herself.
The last of the sun was shining through the window and painted the room in warm, red colors with only a hint of orange whenever it wandered across Armin's head.
"We already know some people."
"We're not talking about the kitchen staff and the gardener here, Ar.", Eren interjected, tilting his head so the loose strands of his messy hair fell over his shoulders like a waterfall of nutbrown crème. The blond wig lay forgotten beside him.
"I meant the important part of people around here." Mikasa noticed him wince when he phrased it like that. She knew his hatred of giving someone the role of being more important than someone else; his hatred for those who favored someone just because of a name or something even less vital.
"People like that general?", she asked and both heads turned around to face her. Armin nodded and his gaze touched the floorboards in front of him. She could practically see the gears rotating inside of his head.
"People like General Ackerman. People like...like the Commander."
Eren would never notice the slight darkening of the boy's cheeks nor the tiny slip up. But Mikasa had learnt to read people from a young age. It was either that or dying because of the wrong word at the wrong time.
"Then what do you propose we should do, Ar?"
Armin's head shot up, his eyes wide and he frantically shook his hands in front of Eren's face.
"No, no, no! That was just an idea I know that you have a plan of your own and I will not interfere with it..." His rambling was stopped by Eren's hand. He gently stroked across Armin's shoulder. A gesture that intimate was...unusual for his standards but it seemed to suffice to calm their friend down enough so he could continue talking.
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Coming for your heart
Fanfiction|| Book 1 || Eren Yaeger had to flee from his home when he was only six years old. With his mother and his adopted sister he tries to forget anything related to the King and the secrets they left behind. Many years later war comes for Eldia and Er...
