Archive of Our Own ^omega

Summary:

“If I were to die,” Armin says, serious now, “I’d want to drown.”

Jean tightens his grip on his own piece of bread so as not to drop it – when bread falls, it’s a sin, someone told him once, picking a baguette up and wiping the dust off with a sleeve – and thinks don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t you even dare.

They were so stupid once, thinking they had wings.