[ they were both seesawing on the same bit of conflict there . . . he undoubtedly wasnāt ready the more he thought about it, hell, they werenāt even prepared, as much as kissing was becoming a spinning wheel. thatās. the whole point. kissing leads to strums guitar and screams, and they were both at an age. at least itās sparked some awareness thatās got eren to rethink.
he swallows, his throat dry, and wetting his lips. he wants to say a lot of things at once but not a single word comes out alone. blundering cave man. heāll get his words out eventually, like so. ]
I was . . . Sorry, if I was starting to getā carried away. [ starting, but itās a good thing he didnāt get to the point of firing up. heās a bit nervous, but at least those nerves are simmering enough for him to speak clearly. heās also a little amazed. ] I didnāt think I could get that close to you.
[ and when he tasted a bit it was like . . . . yo ]
[Well, even if there's conflict within Eren too, the look of uncertainty and nervousness coming from Eren was enough for Elliot to make a decision. They weren't ready. Even if it was really tempting, it'd be better to back down.
But he'll shake his head. You're not taking the blame on this one Jaeger]
N-No, it's fine. I got carried away too. [He WAS the one to sit on your lap dude.] It felt really good, but... we probably should step back a little haha...
[Cool down, not jump on impulses. He could do that.]
Yā yeah. [ yeah, letās not give the guy who actually jumps on impulses any power here. thatās more than a bad idea. people die like that.
it was almost relieving though, that they thought the same thing. erenās shoulders give a subtle, relaxed sort of slump. not ready at all. he smiles, carefully slipping elliot off his lap and to his side instead, hand going to his arm and giving an affectionate squeeze, coupled with a head nudge. ]
Mind if I take a shower? [ he sort of. needed it. ] Iāll take over for you in ten.
[ ten minutes if he, of course, doesnāt lose track of time by staring at shower water in deep thought. but he could also use the time to separate a towel and some comfy clothes for elliot to use. ]
[No one is dying from their intimate times Eren i s2g we are not going Twilight here.
He'll move along with being slipped off Eren's lap, back onto the couch itself. He'll give him a smile as their heads nudge together]
Haha, oh no. You're letting me stay, so the least I can do is cook for you. [He's used to cooking all the time anyway] Take all the shower time you need though.
[ hah, thatās sweet as hell. especially when eren only knows the basics to cooking a basic meal and nothing more. maybe just a little extra thing his mom knew. his hand shifts into elliotās hair and gives it a full ruffle. ]
The least you can do is stay.
[ but cooking was still appreciated. he gets up and starts for the bathroom, but not before looking over his shoulder with a dweeb smile. so thatās what sam smith was talking about in that song.
heāll go, heāll shower, heāll stand in there maybe a little more than ten minutes just burning neurons, but soon heās coming out in something comfy. loose fitting pants and a tank top, perfect to show off those arms and tattoo. if elliotās too busy, erenās sneaking up behind him . . . until heās right over his shoulder. ]
[You're the one doing him a favor!! But while Eren's off taking a shower, Elliot will head to the kitchen and dig around for ingredients to see what he can make. A full inspection wields the ingredients to make a pasta carbonara, so he's in the process of making that as Eren comes back. There's spaghetti cooking, as well as a sauce simmering. Elliot at the moment is breaking some eggs and beating them.
He doesn't notice Eren sneak up on him. He's too focused on his cooking and humming to himself.]
[ he looks . . . really nice making dinner. nice. attractive? yes, that. it wonāt ever be up to par with the way he looks when he plays an instrument, but itās close. donāt mind him, he wonāt make his presence known just to watch and hear him hum. itās the next best thing when it comes to singing. he can snake charm eren anyday.
until erenās smile doesnāt quite fit on his face anymore. the songās hum seems to be coming to an end, heās gotta come up and just sort ofā stick his head right over his shoulder and rest his chin there, eyes glazing over pans. ]
Which oneās that one?
[ the food looks amazing too, but that music tho ]
[He's a little surprised when Eren rests his chin on his shoulders, but not enough to be startled. He doesn't pull away, letting Eren keep rest there as he'd like. His own hands keep busy with the cooking though.
He'll also assume Eren's inquiring about the food]
Pasta carbonara with chicken. It should be ready in about ten minutes.
[ heās nice and cool, hair a little dampā is he letting it grow out again? maybe some, now that itās wet. he sort of missed longer locks. pasta carbonara and chicken. not only does it sound good, but it looks just as amazing. even if he was talking about the humming. heāll ask again later, thereās something on his mind! ]
You look really good cooking. [ he looked like he knew what he was doing, and itās always really neat to see someone use their skills. attractive. itās attractive. ] And singing.
[ this is his house and heāll compliment you all he wants. stepping back some to lean against an unoccupied spot on the counter to let elliot move around better, he crosses his arms. ]
The one from the dracula movieā [ he only knows the name because itās on his playlist. ] This Life and the Next.
[ . . . . . . . . . . . . . listen
the voice is pretty. like he actually knows what it says beyond āthis life and the nextā . . . ]
Well, the voice is soft, like yoursā [ and taken from the scene where the wife fucking plummets from a cliff and husbando vampire jumps after her to save her and . . . fails . . . but since that look heās getting seems a little too suspicious: ] Why?
[Eren maybe its cause you're on a date and your musician boyfriend is trying real hard to woo you and you gave him an obscure creepy song about vampires crawling out of graves.
But fine, he offered a request. So he'll just sigh]
Nothing.
[He'll start to sing. It's not exactly an easy song to sing, but he'll do his best]
ā« Why think separately, Of this life and the next? One born from the last You're a deathless soul Can not be kept in grave I will come again, I will come again ā«
[ eren raises his brows, because he certainly got enough of that to understand no, itās not ānothingā but when he opens his mouth to interrogate, elliotās voice zips his up tight. when your boy hits those notes just right
but unlike his musically inclined boyfriend, the meaning to that just completely . . . flies over his head. he doesnāt pay much attention to lyrics anyway, moreso the sounds and melodies to songs, and it completely warms him up. heās smiling and watching regardless, heās not even blinking, and for a minute looks completely. yeah. floaty. whatās the meaning to him? the caring (and pretty tragic) cinemic relationship, and that nothing ever truly ends. this life and the next, right? he loved those times, damn. closet nerd.
and when itās over, heāll puff out a quiet wow. youābe gone and wooed him anyway, and wouldāve even more if he didnāt catch that disappointment in the air. ]
Iād ask for an encore if there wasnāt something. [ dipping his head sideways, he still watches. ] Whatās wrong with it? Your voice is . . . Amazing.
[Well, Eren seems happy and that's the important part. He'll even give a small smile when he finishes and Eren compliments him]
Aha, thanks. [He feels more confident at violin or piano, but he's been in enough choirs to know his voice is fine] Oh, i-it's nothing. I guess, when you said you wanted to hear me sing, I wasn't expecting you to pick a song about vampires crawling out of the grave....
and realizing that he just mildly drove a date into the ground, he stares in silence. it almost looks funny. staring off into the distance. he covers his mouth. opens it, then closes it again. that was not intended.
at least heās providing comic relief without realizing it, either. ]
[ alright. itās not worse than that. heāll give a snorted chortle of his own, pushing himself off the counter and back to hovering around elliot, hand rubbing the back of his neck. ]
I didnāt even know it was that . . . [ never again will he be so macabre!!!!!! ] But you have better taste than I do anyway.
[ the one thing that would never not get his ears to turn red, having him swing his leg around like a doofus and go for placemats, plates, silverware, napkins, carrying it all at once for less trips to the drawers and cupboards. ]
And youāre still letting me choose.
[ thereās small laugh that pushes through his teeth when he sports a grin. honestly, erenās never felt so happy with anyone else. itās more than refreshing, the face muscles need more smiles. let him think. heās not screwing up again.
after a moment of setting things up, their seats face to face, he points up with a spoon. ]
Gathering Stories. JĆ³nsi.
[ honestly, he only knows this one because of his mom and her mush movies with the patientsā but elliotās probably heard of it, either through eren or if mrs. jaeger kept to her word about going out for coffee. itās got a comfy place there next to his likes.
spoiler: heās reverse serenading you, but this is going to back fire into reverse u-turn serenading. ]
[And it really isn't as fun if you just sing songs that don't really mean anything to the audience listening. Requests were the best way, even if some times you got..weird ones.
But oh, he does know that one from Eren's family. It's a nice one. So while he continues to cook, he'll sing]
ā« And then I heard you You made me long for To be a part of Something that I can't see A life that is beyond Something that I can't fear To be a part of The story, It belongs to you ā«
[He'll continue singing the song. As he finishes with the last "ohhhoohhh", he's just finishing up with cooking the meal.
[ and through the entire time, eren stares, actually listening to the words this time as they fell off of elliotās lips. itā kind of sounds like their story. maybe thatās why he picked it in the first place (nice damn save, jaeger). he blinks, taking each word in and quietly watching, admiring him sing and cook at the same time, even.
it talks about a lot of things. writing a story of your own. eren showed him, then he showed eren moreā a trade of dreams and opening doors that lead to one thing deep down for both of them: freedom. freedom to do what your heart pleases, to not be pulled down by whatās around you. you get up and you write your pages.
he almost forgets to go help him bring the pans over amidst all the staring heās doing. he continues his fond staring with a smile to match, he nearly trips against a chair and it clatters as he goes, a clumsy move but gathering himself back up, and instead of a clapā he offers the same sort of whistle he did when elliot played the violin. bravo.
he loved his playing, and his singing was right up on the same level to his ears. before grabbing for handles and bringing them to the table, he stops mid way to just sort ofā hold his shoulders in place and press his lips to the otherās head. ]
You did, you know.
[ you made me long for, to be apart of something i canāt see, and so on. this is how you be mushy. ]
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he swallows, his throat dry, and wetting his lips. he wants to say a lot of things at once but not a single word comes out alone. blundering cave man. heāll get his words out eventually, like so. ]
I was . . . Sorry, if I was starting to getā carried away. [ starting, but itās a good thing he didnāt get to the point of firing up. heās a bit nervous, but at least those nerves are simmering enough for him to speak clearly. heās also a little amazed. ] I didnāt think I could get that close to you.
[ and when he tasted a bit it was like . . . . yo ]
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But he'll shake his head. You're not taking the blame on this one Jaeger]
N-No, it's fine. I got carried away too. [He WAS the one to sit on your lap dude.] It felt really good, but... we probably should step back a little haha...
[Cool down, not jump on impulses. He could do that.]
H-how about I cook us some dinner?
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people die like that.it was almost relieving though, that they thought the same thing. erenās shoulders give a subtle, relaxed sort of slump. not ready at all. he smiles, carefully slipping elliot off his lap and to his side instead, hand going to his arm and giving an affectionate squeeze, coupled with a head nudge. ]
Mind if I take a shower? [ he sort of. needed it. ] Iāll take over for you in ten.
[ ten minutes if he, of course, doesnāt lose track of time by staring at shower water in deep thought. but he could also use the time to separate a towel and some comfy clothes for elliot to use. ]
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He'll move along with being slipped off Eren's lap, back onto the couch itself. He'll give him a smile as their heads nudge together]
Haha, oh no. You're letting me stay, so the least I can do is cook for you. [He's used to cooking all the time anyway] Take all the shower time you need though.
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The least you can do is stay.
[ but cooking was still appreciated. he gets up and starts for the bathroom, but not before looking over his shoulder with a dweeb smile. so thatās what sam smith was talking about in that song.
heāll go, heāll shower, heāll stand in there maybe a little more than ten minutes just burning neurons, but soon heās coming out in something comfy. loose fitting pants and a tank top, perfect to show off those arms and tattoo. if elliotās too busy, erenās sneaking up behind him . . . until heās right over his shoulder. ]
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Aww. I'm happy to stay.
[You're the one doing him a favor!! But while Eren's off taking a shower, Elliot will head to the kitchen and dig around for ingredients to see what he can make. A full inspection wields the ingredients to make a pasta carbonara, so he's in the process of making that as Eren comes back. There's spaghetti cooking, as well as a sauce simmering. Elliot at the moment is breaking some eggs and beating them.
He doesn't notice Eren sneak up on him. He's too focused on his cooking and humming to himself.]
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until erenās smile doesnāt quite fit on his face anymore. the songās hum seems to be coming to an end, heās gotta come up and just sort ofā stick his head right over his shoulder and rest his chin there, eyes glazing over pans. ]
Which oneās that one?
[ the food looks amazing too, but that music tho ]
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He'll also assume Eren's inquiring about the food]
Pasta carbonara with chicken. It should be ready in about ten minutes.
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You look really good cooking. [ he looked like he knew what he was doing, and itās always really neat to see someone use their skills. attractive. itās attractive. ] And singing.
[ pls sing ]
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Any requests?
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The one from the dracula movieā [ he only knows the name because itās on his playlist. ] This Life and the Next.
[ . . . . . . . . . . . . . listen
the voice is pretty. like he actually knows what it says beyond āthis life and the nextā . . .
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Turning his head to look at him, his eyebrows raised with an incredulous look]
Really?
[Honey.]
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Well, the voice is soft, like yoursā [ and taken from the scene where the wife fucking plummets from a cliff and husbando vampire jumps after her to save her and . . . fails . . . but since that look heās getting seems a little too suspicious: ] Why?
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But fine, he offered a request. So he'll just sigh]
Nothing.
[He'll start to sing. It's not exactly an easy song to sing, but he'll do his best]
ā« Why think separately,
Of this life and the next?
One born from the last
You're a deathless soul
Can not be kept in grave
I will come again, I will come again ā«
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but unlike his musically inclined boyfriend, the meaning to that just completely . . . flies over his head. he doesnāt pay much attention to lyrics anyway, moreso the sounds and melodies to songs, and it completely warms him up. heās smiling and watching regardless, heās not even blinking, and for a minute looks completely. yeah. floaty. whatās the meaning to him? the caring (and pretty tragic) cinemic relationship, and that nothing ever truly ends. this life and the next, right? he loved those times, damn. closet nerd.
and when itās over, heāll puff out a quiet wow. youābe gone and wooed him anyway, and wouldāve even more if he didnāt catch that disappointment in the air. ]
Iād ask for an encore if there wasnāt something. [ dipping his head sideways, he still watches. ] Whatās wrong with it? Your voice is . . . Amazing.
[ fill him in so he can actually die ]
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Aha, thanks. [He feels more confident at violin or piano, but he's been in enough choirs to know his voice is fine] Oh, i-it's nothing. I guess, when you said you wanted to hear me sing, I wasn't expecting you to pick a song about vampires crawling out of the grave....
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and realizing that he just mildly drove a date into the ground, he stares in silence. it almost looks funny. staring off into the distance. he covers his mouth. opens it, then closes it again. that was not intended.
at least heās providing comic relief without realizing it, either. ]
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....Eren?
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but at leastā he tries to offer an awkward laugh, the kind a stand up comedian has to choke out when no one laughed at the joke. ]
Donāt ever let me make requests again.
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C'mon. At least you didn't ask for "What's new Pussycat".
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I didnāt even know it was that . . . [ never again will he be so macabre!!!!!! ] But you have better taste than I do anyway.
[ he trusts in all of your tastes. ]
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Don't go that far, your tastes aren't that bad.
[He'll pull away from his cooking just long enough to give Eren a single peck on the check, before stepping back]
How about I'll sing you another request while you set the table? Dinner's almost ready.
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And youāre still letting me choose.
[ thereās small laugh that pushes through his teeth when he sports a grin. honestly, erenās never felt so happy with anyone else. itās more than refreshing, the face muscles need more smiles. let him think. heās not screwing up again.
after a moment of setting things up, their seats face to face, he points up with a spoon. ]
Gathering Stories. JĆ³nsi.
[ honestly, he only knows this one because of his mom and her mush movies with the patientsā but elliotās probably heard of it, either through eren or if mrs. jaeger kept to her word about going out for coffee. itās got a comfy place there next to his likes.
spoiler: heās reverse serenading you, but this is going to back fire into reverse u-turn serenading. ]
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[And it really isn't as fun if you just sing songs that don't really mean anything to the audience listening. Requests were the best way, even if some times you got..weird ones.
But oh, he does know that one from Eren's family. It's a nice one. So while he continues to cook, he'll sing]
ā« And then I heard you
You made me long for
To be a part of
Something that I can't see
A life that is beyond
Something that I can't fear
To be a part of
The story, It belongs to you ā«
[He'll continue singing the song. As he finishes with the last "ohhhoohhh", he's just finishing up with cooking the meal.
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it talks about a lot of things. writing a story of your own. eren showed him, then he showed eren moreā a trade of dreams and opening doors that lead to one thing deep down for both of them: freedom. freedom to do what your heart pleases, to not be pulled down by whatās around you. you get up and you write your pages.
he almost forgets to go help him bring the pans over amidst all the staring heās doing. he continues his fond staring with a smile to match, he nearly trips against a chair and it clatters as he goes, a clumsy move but gathering himself back up, and instead of a clapā he offers the same sort of whistle he did when elliot played the violin. bravo.
he loved his playing, and his singing was right up on the same level to his ears. before grabbing for handles and bringing them to the table, he stops mid way to just sort ofā hold his shoulders in place and press his lips to the otherās head. ]
You did, you know.
[ you made me long for, to be apart of something i canāt see, and so on. this is how you be mushy. ]
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