[ 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. ]
He's used to Eren listening to him play the violin, but he still feels a little self-conscious singing in front of someone. Usually when he sang, it was among a choir- where his voice is just one drop in an ocean of sound. So doing it on his own...it's a rather different experience.
But when he spares glances over to Eren while he cooks and sings, he sees how entranced Eren is by it. It fills him with a sense of joy. There was nothing better than when he could move people with music. When he can get reactions like that. Terra had referred to him as Songbird, and while it wasn't exactly the coolest of names, it did fit him.
When Eren holds his shoulders and kisses his head, he smiles and gives a small happy laugh. Elliot knew the lyrics, but he hadn't realized how much Eren had thought about their meaning before picking them. Nicely done.]
Hehe, aww. Right back at ya.
[He wouldn't have made it this far without Eren. If Elliot was a songbird, then it was Eren who had convinced him to try to fly out his cage door]
[ when improvising actually works, hehe. score. eren probably wouldnāt call him a songbird, but his reaction might as well put him on an even higher pedestal. the reply has his thumbs rubbing the otherās shoulders and his head ducking away with certain brightness to his cheeks.
heās glad, really, that he can do something so important. the song, the general air and overall feel of āgathering storiesā where they stood flips a switch, and he remembers short cut blond hair running to meet him with a book. armin, that was his name, the same one he met in the street. they were just kids, outcasts, really. there was nothing really beyond that other than fondness when he thinks back. he had a book that could get them arrestedā and he still told the stories with twinkling eyes. lakes of fire, lands of ice, fields of sand, the ocean. even while itās quiet, eren can still hear elliotās melody of going through fires, through lakes, opening doors.
he smiles still, because it was possibly the only fond memory of the past he had until now, even if he knew the melancholic ending to it. it made him feel warm, and childishly excited at the discovery, resentful toward an unknown source, even, somewhere a little deeper. the dreams were separated, but they were locked together. the blond saw wonders, and eren saw freedomā something he didnāt have, and only noticed then. he never had a dream until he was shown how to dream.
itās similar, but when he turns his head with pans in hand and sees elliot from the corner of his eyes, it . . . was different. so different, running so much deeper for him here that it couldnāt compare. it was a good memory, but it doesnāt particularly deviate him from the one that was being made now. it might as well had amplify what heās feeling. heās glad, that he was good enough to open doors like that. it was an amazing sensation, and nothing could quite meet the height of freedom. itās still important to him.
elliotās words come back to him a second time, and he canāt help but to be damn grateful heās exchanging it with him. ]
Iām glad. [ elliot made him . . . a little too mushy. itās almost embarrassingly apparent. ] This looks . . . great.
[Elliot on the other hand, doesn't notice any awakening of memories. He's simply here now, in the present with Eren. Really there's no place he'd rather be. Sure, being a little stuck here because of the fog wasn't ideal, but it still gave them a reason to be together like this.
While Eren brings over the pans of spaghetti and chicken, Elliot will kneel down and pull out some warmed up garlic bread from the oven. Because that's right, gotta be fancy here. He'll put it on a large plate and bring it over to the table]
[ itās so unimportant he doesnāt even mention it. just flies over his head. like a plane. wow, look at that plane. now look down, back up, and to yoā man. much better.
eren thought he smelled something else cooking, but he figured it was the chicken, and seasoningā until he turns from setting the table and pulls elliotās chair out for him (because he gentleman), because loā and behold: thereās garlic bread. did he know? did mom give him deets??? he loves hamburgers but come onā heāll eat all the garlic bread and leave a hole in the table for guests.
still waiting behind elliotās chair to push him in, he seems to gawk a little. augh, his mouth watered so bad just when he was about to speak he nearly drooled. gross!!! eren!!! briefly covering his mouth and not letting that happen by a hair, he pretty much squawks. even titan comes over to lay by the table and watch all the delicious happenings going on. he canāt got to the table. table is bad. but heāll stay there at comfy watching distance, sniffing the air with a kong toy between his paws. ]
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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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He's used to Eren listening to him play the violin, but he still feels a little self-conscious singing in front of someone. Usually when he sang, it was among a choir- where his voice is just one drop in an ocean of sound. So doing it on his own...it's a rather different experience.
But when he spares glances over to Eren while he cooks and sings, he sees how entranced Eren is by it. It fills him with a sense of joy. There was nothing better than when he could move people with music. When he can get reactions like that. Terra had referred to him as Songbird, and while it wasn't exactly the coolest of names, it did fit him.
When Eren holds his shoulders and kisses his head, he smiles and gives a small happy laugh. Elliot knew the lyrics, but he hadn't realized how much Eren had thought about their meaning before picking them. Nicely done.]
Hehe, aww. Right back at ya.
[He wouldn't have made it this far without Eren. If Elliot was a songbird, then it was Eren who had convinced him to try to fly out his cage door]
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heās glad, really, that he can do something so important. the song, the general air and overall feel of āgathering storiesā where they stood flips a switch, and he remembers short cut blond hair running to meet him with a book. armin, that was his name, the same one he met in the street. they were just kids, outcasts, really. there was nothing really beyond that other than fondness when he thinks back. he had a book that could get them arrestedā and he still told the stories with twinkling eyes. lakes of fire, lands of ice, fields of sand, the ocean. even while itās quiet, eren can still hear elliotās melody of going through fires, through lakes, opening doors.
he smiles still, because it was possibly the only fond memory of the past he had until now, even if he knew the melancholic ending to it. it made him feel warm, and childishly excited at the discovery, resentful toward an unknown source, even, somewhere a little deeper. the dreams were separated, but they were locked together. the blond saw wonders, and eren saw freedomā something he didnāt have, and only noticed then. he never had a dream until he was shown how to dream.
itās similar, but when he turns his head with pans in hand and sees elliot from the corner of his eyes, it . . . was different. so different, running so much deeper for him here that it couldnāt compare. it was a good memory, but it doesnāt particularly deviate him from the one that was being made now. it might as well had amplify what heās feeling. heās glad, that he was good enough to open doors like that. it was an amazing sensation, and nothing could quite meet the height of freedom. itās still important to him.
elliotās words come back to him a second time, and he canāt help but to be damn grateful heās exchanging it with him. ]
Iām glad. [ elliot made him . . . a little too mushy. itās almost embarrassingly apparent. ] This looks . . . great.
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While Eren brings over the pans of spaghetti and chicken, Elliot will kneel down and pull out some warmed up garlic bread from the oven. Because that's right, gotta be fancy here. He'll put it on a large plate and bring it over to the table]
Haha, thanks. I hope it tastes great too.
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eren thought he smelled something else cooking, but he figured it was the chicken, and seasoningā until he turns from setting the table and pulls elliotās chair out for him (because he gentleman), because loā and behold: thereās garlic bread. did he know? did mom give him deets??? he loves hamburgers but come onā heāll eat all the garlic bread and leave a hole in the table for guests.
still waiting behind elliotās chair to push him in, he seems to gawk a little. augh, his mouth watered so bad just when he was about to speak he nearly drooled. gross!!! eren!!! briefly covering his mouth and not letting that happen by a hair, he pretty much squawks. even titan comes over to lay by the table and watch all the delicious happenings going on. he canāt got to the table. table is bad. but heāll stay there at comfy watching distance, sniffing the air with a kong toy between his paws. ]
Shit, you made a mistake.
[ heās smiling, though. there is no mistake.
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