[ it felt . . . a little weird, knowing that he was coming and waiting all the way up there when he had offered to go in the first placeā it would feel like hiding, or running. there had gone elliot, doing the thing eren had done himself plenty of times. the tables turn indeed, and the spike of nervousness was shared. it was dumb. eren could smack himself all over again.
mad at elliot, far from it. mad at himself, closer. when he looks up to see him approaching, he exits out of the retrospec app and pockets his phone, standing immediately. heās not mad at him. itās obvious he isnāt. he doesnāt shrug him off or lead him to the elevator wordlessly. he just sort of stands there at first, awkwardly even, but blue eyes are still as soft as theyāve always been for elliot. ]
. . . Hey, [ he says as he presses his lips, the elevator button and theyāre on their wayā slipping right in and everything, but one thing is hard to change: the hand that wants to guide him, centered into elliotās back. ] I couldāve gone instead.
I-I didn't want to make you spend gas. [He says as he follows him to the elevator, feeling that hand on his back as always. It's comforting, in a way. As if it reassures him that he's not mad at Elliot for being so bold.] And it sorta loses effect if I had just had you come to me.
[Eren's not a dog. He doesn't need to come to Elliot when he called him. Sometimes, it was good for Elliot to go to him.
Looking up at Eren, there is one clear difference about Elliot's appearance: his green eyes are back. Instead of gray, they shine brightly with their old color]
[ he could have rolled his eyes at the first bit, but heāll definitely stay quiet with the secondā he wasnāt angry and no anger had been directed at him, but that didnāt mean he wasnāt still internally apprehensive. outwardly. it shows in his silence, looking down, counting the floors, letting ambient christmas music make some better noise. heās abnormally quiet, being talkative now just felt fake. in the process, he doesnāt seem to notice, not right away (maybe he didnāt look hard enough, distracted from his own thoughts, or i, owlie, completely forgot like a dweeb), but when he feels elliotās eyes on him for too long, he looks up, tries to smile, looks back down.
doubletakes. ]
āItās back.
[ his smile is small with his words, but itās more true than the last. ]
[Elliot noted the silence, and was listening in on the ambient Christmas music to help calm his nerves. Music was always good at calming the soul, even if it was the packaged generic Christmas music stuff you'd find in elevators.]
It-?
[At first he's confused, before he realized what Eren's staring at: his eyes.]
O-Oh, yeah! My eyes. [He clasps his own hands in front of him] They came back earlier.
[ frank sinatra is still good! but, yes, he's certainly staring, latched onto watching and getting lost in them as easy as moths to lights. he hoped, he really hoped . . . he can have all the time in the world to look at them. he hoped he can get up every day and still look forward to seeing them. the small smile still pulls at the corner of his mouth, as awkward as he feels, and after a beat of even more silence— ]
. . . I missed them.
[ he feels complete. eren decides, the last thing he should be doing is acting stupid, so stupid that it risks making elliot drift away. worry would hang for as long as he felt a silly reason to . . . it's not gone, but tentatively, his hand lifts to meet with elliot's, even more gentle compared to his usual holds and letting fingers curl right over them. is it apologetic? cautious, worried? a hybrid. ]
I'd . . . [ he pauses— and swallows his words. he hesitates to say them, and before the pause stretches for too long, lodged in his throat, he changes course, if only temporarily. ] —Let's get inside.
[ finally, bringing them out of the elevator and to the privacy of his home. ]
[It still gives him butterflies in his stomach, watching Eren look at him in such a way. It's probably not too different from the looks he gives Eren, but it still feels so humbling. Eren cared for him so much, he can only hope to try to live up to what Eren sees in his eyes.
He feels that hand take his. It feels so gentle, even a little cautious. As if Eren is trying to apologize for something. Elliot responds by smiling and giving the hand a firmer, loving hold as they both head inside the apartment. It had been a bit of an awkward ride, but now they were here. The place Elliot considered home away from home.
Elliot should probably say his piece now. The piece he thought over the entire ride over. He stalls for a moment, waiting for Eren to close the door. He'll dig into his coat pocket and pull out his phone]
E-Eren, I came here because...I wanted to show you something...
[He'll open up a photo gallery on his phone, one that's labeled "Eren". He then holds out the phone for Eren.]
Here.
[The first picture in the album is open: it's an old photo. Older than this phone could possibly be. It's from that military camp they met at. They'd just ended some challenge that left them covered in mud. They're younger, Elliot's hair is shorter in an uncharacteristic military cut and look even more scrawny than he is now. But he's smiling and laughing at Eren, who just looks so happy to be there.
The rest of the pictures in the album follow the same vein: different photos of the two of them, or just Eren alone taken throughout the years they've known each other: the camp, the visits they'd take to each other's towns, the first few months together in Recolle...
In each and every one that Elliot is in, he's smiling, happy to be with Eren. ]
[ his very core feels like vibrating and doing flips at the response, even if he only dips his head and smiles near sheepishly when his eyes meet elliot's again. he was stupid in one word that turned an entire meeting awkward when it didn't have to be, and elliot didn't deserve jack shit of that. in eren's eyes, elliot was the one that still cared more than anyone, and the only one that really mattered to him for ages (and kept going). he's acting like a low key nervous wreck all over again, like a few months ago, all because it felt like he ran the risk of letting a wonderful thing slip through his fingers. was that it-?
titan will walk over to greet him as he always has, tail at a leisurely wag as he sniffs at his feet before walking back to his bed and kong— elliot was no longer a stranger here to receive any growls. quiet as a mouse. that being said though, eren locks the door, wiping his palms against his pants, and takes in a deep breath as he does, ready to turn and say what had been on his own mind.
but when eren turns, elliot was already speaking before he could, causing him to keep holding it. his heart jumps when the phone is held out, and looking between the other and the device, with lingering hesitation, he reaches for it— it says eren. he can already feel his throat tighten up, seeing the first photo and wanting to sit, motioning for the couch.
the first picture that they ever took, already happy and sticking together since day one. he gives a hushed hah, them all muddy, and happy— eren wouldn't let a single ill intended soul near elliot for as long as they had camp, and he didn't care what they had to say when it was all bullshit. ] You kept this—? [ it's less than an actual question and more being unexpectedly touched. he remembers this one. he remembers and it makes his smile come through with unexpected surprise, stirred with every swipe of his thumb. eren lingers more on the photos of them both, and, look how many there were of him. some awkward, but still marking a good time. there was even the last one from the orchestra when he did that salute. ] You kept all of them . . .
[He'll approach the couch with Eren, sitting down on the edge of the seat while his hands clasp together in his lap. He stays quiet for a bit while Eren looks through the photo album, watching his expression as he goes through the photos. ]
I-I saved them to a cloud, so I can download them anywhere and look at them anytime I want.
[And he did look at them, often. Anytime he was feeling down, the album would always help him feel a little better. He had other albums like this- for his brother, for his cousins, for his friends in NYC- even a growing one for his roommates. But it was fair to say this album got the most use. It was the one he turned to the most. ]
I- ... I don't know what the memories of the other life are supposed to mean, or what Rean meant to me back then. But- But I know these are my cherished memories in this life time.
And... [He'll lift his hand to touch Eren's cheek, to get him to look at him. There's a soft gentle smile on his lips, and a very warm expression in his eyes] You're the one I love.
[ erenās eyes dart to the last picture and elliot, soon turning his attention to him completely when guided to, with a touch, blinking while lips undo back into a flatter line compared to the curves. elliotās almost glowing with that smile, becoming a welcoming fire on a chilly day, warm enough that eren feels heated from the inside outā until he might as well melt completely.
he was stupid, stupid stupid stupid to have misinterpreted that from the start. elliot has to keep repeating himself, but . . . he doesnt to undo what he just heard, what made him light up, on fire, and make his heart feel like it was flying on its own. that didnāt feel like a confession between them. he knew it was true, heās . . . always known and always felt it mutually, a strong bond in too many aspects to only be described as friendship. he was in deep and he wanted to be, the way he manages to smile so wide, so wide is what speaks for him first, lips parting to say something while his hands, both of them, reach up to cup nearly all of the sides of his neck until fingers curl to the back of it, his thumbs over the contours of his jawline and to the cheeks. ]
Me too. Elliot . . . [ he knows he knew that, too. ack, just look at him. heās completely fallen. he wants to say so many things at once but nothing else really seems to convey it like right now. beautiful green eyes . . . ] I donāt care about anything else.
[ itās decided and heās reaffirming it for himself, a strong touch of truth it now, a lot more than what was once insecure. he shouldnāt be caring about other petty things. he doesnāt kiss him yet, but instead, simply pulls him forward to press their foreheads together. he remembers something, and gives a quiet hush of a chuckle through his teeth. ]
I canāt imagine one without you now. I really canāt. [ heās not trying to be corny or romanticā maybe thatās what saves him, when it comes to the heart in what he means. itās why he internally freaked out, why he worried, for as short of a time as it was. ] But that doesnāt justify worrying about it like that. Not when I know how you feel.
[It wasn't really a confession, not in Elliot's mind. It was more just vocalizing what they already both knew to be true. Ever since that first summer together, Elliot's been helplessly attached to Eren. It was a bond like no other.]
Heehee, my cool and dashing bodyguard, right?
[He's smiling widely at Eren's reaction, his own hand moving to rest on Eren's shoulder as they rest their foreheads together. He's not upset that Eren misinterpreted his words. It was a normal reaction. He could see himself feeling the same way if someone like that appeared in Eren's other life. Armin better watch out ]
I-It's okay, really. I probably would've gotten insecure too if I was in your shoes. It's normal ... maybe even good since it means you don't take me for granted.
[Not that he thinks Eren ever would, but still. There is a small bit of happiness found in having someone get jealous. Not too much, but a little. ]
I really don't mind coming over here to remind you how much I like you. A-And it did give me a good excuse to show you my eyes. So don't worry about it.
[ it was equally satisfying and flattering, that heād go out of his way to simply remind him. it meant he had enough consideration and worry for him to still be around. cool and dashing bodyguard. the thing that made his heart skip the first time and he figured itās just a compliment, and still, inwardly wanting for it to be something else. and here they were now. his ears never fail to go red.
blond hos and red scarves got nothing on elliot
eren gives a light laugh, it was true. that just came with the package of feelings of adoration, else you . . . probably donāt really like them. it was part of any relationship and even strengthened it. eren just hope he can keep that at a healthy level. protective as he was, he didnāt want to be that guy. ] You knowā the minute you start feeling that, or if you feel like youāre cagedā Iād want you to end things. [ because for someone who promotes freedom so much, the last thing heād ever want in the world was to make the person he loved feel like he constantly had his wings clipped, or couldnāt do what he wanted in fear of what eren thought. thatād mean eren was gone.
with one arm slipping away from elliotās face to pull his body closer to his, eren brushes some of his ginger hair away from his face to see those very green eyes. with security in his hold, and true assurance: ]
But I wonāt let that happen as long as Iām around. And I donāt think youāll need an excuse to show me anything either.
[ heāll always want to see them, and softly, he plants a kiss to the corner of his lips. ]
[Oh Eren. He was always the serious type, or the one to worry the most about himself. Elliot appreciated the sentiment, but...he had a hard time seeing that happened. Eren caging him? Eren was the one to really go out of his way to kick his cage open- to remind Elliot why freedom was so important.]
Ehe, you're way too hard on yourself sometimes. [IRONIC considering what Eren is constantly chiding him for] I know you won't let that happen. B-But I guess you can do the same if I ever start caging you?
[I mean, fair is fair. But he'll smile at at that kiss on the corner of his lip. He'll lean forward to return the kiss, this time fully on Eren's lips- but still soft and gentle]
[ birds of a feather, indeed. eren just seems to smile at that, butā at least if they were aware of it, they wouldnāt ever let it get to that. dangerous would be ignoring possibilities, no matter how remote. fair was fair though, right? even if elliot . . . wouldnāt do that either.
but that was the whole point. erenās answer is enough to be felt with the way he smiles against the kiss, holding it and returning. there was one thing missing, though; who knew taste would be making a difference. he parts his mouth a little to deepen, to at at least get the best of his other senses like his smell, from erenās nose to his cheek, and touch, from his hands on him, one brushing through his hair in a gentle rake while the other encircles around to pull him sidewaysāand to his lips, of course. even with it gone, heāll still make it a good kiss. ]
[Birds of a feather that'll flock together as long as possible. At least, that was Elliot's plan. In almost every scenario he thought up of his future, Eren was there. That's all there was to it.
A kiss without a sense of taste is...well, it's surprisingly weird. The kiss isn't bad per say, feeling the texture of Eren's lips, smelling Eren's scent, the feeling of those hands on him as he pulls him sideways - all of that felt good. But the lack of taste was still something getting used to.
Still, he'll go along with the kiss. He'll shift closer to bring himself as next to Eren as possible. His own arms will slide over Eren's shoulder and to around his neck, bringing him closer to the other.
When the kiss breaks for a moment, Elliot stays near. ]
Aha, the lack of taste will take some getting used to. I didn't think about if kisses would be affected.
[ you can skip over it and focus on the other aspects that still made it great! eren for one would keep kissing until he feels him ready to retreat. or, if it makes the senses feel any better, they can go straight to banging, a la elliot šš».
itās certainly odd when youāve started getting pretty damn comfortable with kissing in general, but eren would call it far from boring, and offers a lighter smile all the way, sinking into the sofa. be careful not to disappear either. ]
Yeah, well, [ oh, elliot. he has to stop what heās saying to look at you. he doesnāt see a life without him anymore, especially a future. ] Itāll be back. Itās damn hard to get tired of kissing you, anyway.
[ um he was supposed to flatter you but made his own ears fire up instead. sheepish eren got sheepish. ]
As Eren sinks into the couch, Elliot will shift so he sinks in as well and is half leaning against Eren. It's funny to think just how comfortable and natural feeling this has gotten. Last summer, cuddling up with Eren like this probably would've been the death of his small nerdy heart.
But aw, it does flatter him, making him blush a little. He'll still notice the ears too]
[ and eren would start freaking out and questioning his friend zone much, much sooner, holy crap.
the truth that you donāt think of before actually voicing it in words can sometimes leave you in a tight spotā maybe itās not the case, but erenās lighthearted, embarrassed sort of grin flashes as he attempts to. maybe. hide his face a little into the curve of elliotās neck. ]
You did, that was all you. I didnāt . . . Shit, hold on.
[ it made him think about kissing him forever and god thatās mildly embarrassing and sappy. he gives him a squeeze and tries to swallow the chuckle, but right at the instant heās drunk in just wanting to lay there with him. ]
[ oh christ, look how shy heās gottenā worry not, itās the good kind of shy, still full of smiles and color to his cheeks that rival christmas red. eren ends up pulling his bottom lip into a half-bitten suckle as he glances into elliotās eyes. him, cute. not sure if embarrassed or more embarrassedā
no, he knows the sentiment. ]
Youāre the only one that can do that to me. [ the only one on this earth and beyond. eren then, with a flash of a grin, flips their positions, imitating one of his throwing moves in an act to surprise him and just have a laugh, take all this flattery off of him before he burns up; heās the one over elliot now. you might not have to look down, but at least you can look up with no strains. ] I gotta make you pay for itā!
[ only with like, kisses, or smiles, heāll take that currency. honestly heās just paying back for the awkward earlier. smile more, heāll be the happiest in the world. ]
[It does surprise him, but he responds with a laughing squeal as Eren throws him down, his back landing against the seat of the couch. While laying there, he's definitely smiling up at Eren. And there's the sign of blush across his cheeks]
Heehee, oh no. Will you take a thousand sweet kisses?
[ look at him all strong and dashing, showing off that upper body strength to just PICK HIM UP and SLAM HIM down gently. satisfied (but not nearly enough to stop), eren stays in a position between elliotās legs, simulating another move at grappling that forces them into a ālockā. heās got you trapped!! delighted with the laugh and the flush to elliotās face to match his hair, eren kneels just over him in a half straddle, one arm resting above his head and exchanging the gaze with those happy aqua blue eyes that screamed just how crazy he was for him. him. thank god this couch is actually huge, or else theyād be falling off be now.
while eren is also completely canon blind to rent, there goes knowing where that actually comes fromā except that felt too poetic not to be lyrics. ]
Is that a song?
[ you beautiful, beautiful music nerd, thatās cute š ]
[The grappling move gets another laughing squeal out of him, as he squirms around to make a show of trying to get out of the lock. But he knocks that off after a moment to just look up and smile at him, his arm reaching up to run his fingers through his hair.]
Heehee, yeah. It's from Rent.
[Which of course he'll sing the verse:]
ā« Live in my house Iāll be your shelter Just pay me back With one thousand kisses Be my lover And Iāll cover you ā«
[The glowing and gently dropping feathers appear like before, but Elliot's not at all fazed by that. They're alone and he's a little caught up staring up at those blue eyes and smile]
[ chills! good chills from the hand in his grown out hair, dark brown locks much longer than it used to be compared to that previous military buzz cut. the melody coming from his voice instantly makes erenās sparky grin melt into something soft, like butter in an oven. the glow and the fluttering of feathers around them makes him, and everything about that moment right there stunning, and beautiful.
how does he need to be reminded with that well beyond happy look he sees in elliotās eyes, staring back at him as he watches like a starstruck fool? ]
That sounds just about right.
[ but he canāt quite hold back how his heart just tells him to take him, you just want to kiss the boy. he pours himself and his devotion in one passionate push forward, lips over lips, and both hand pulling his face to his own. heās yours, elliot. he entrusts you with this untamed shounen heart of his. ]
[Having actual locks of hair to run his fingers through was something of a pleasure for Elliot. He liked the buzz cut before, thought Eren looked good with it, but he'd always been a fan of Eren's hair. Soft and the color of chocolate. It felt good running through his fingers.
Eren's reaction to his singing makes him a little giddy. Watching his face melt into that soft smile, those starstruck eyes that stared down at him. It was an incredible expression, and there are a bit of glee in knowing he was the one to cause it.
Next thing he knows, his face is being pulled up and he's locked in a passionate kiss. Even without taste, it's easy to tell the intensity Eren is putting into it. Long gone are the timid days of unsure kissing with Eren, it seems. Not that Elliot minds. He returns the kiss with ease, trying to match the level of passion that Eren is putting into it. His hand stays in Eren's hair, fingers wrapping into the curls. Meanwhile his other arm moves to rest on Eren's waist, trying his best to get at a good angle to kiss the other as long as possible.]
[ kisses with elliot are great. make outs with elliot are stellar, thatās one thing heās learned during these few months with him and heād never take it back, no matter how awkward and wobbly he was the first few times. ah, remember his first? he remembers chuckling and thinking wow i suck, even if it wasnāt that much of the case. still, elliot guides him, but now heās taken the chance to hold the reins. itād not just be silly, but something of a personal letdown if he were still that uncertain about starting it. if he knew what he wantedā itās nice, to convey and be easily understood, especially when youāre seemingly doing it right.
and he loves it; how elliot kisses him back fires him up, to feel him respond with a matching answer the way a duet was. he parts his mouth more, coaxing elliotās to do the same and following the tilt of his head to make it comfortable and lasting. from hands to his face, he handles with care, still gentle even with intensity; both arms slink around him, closer to his legs and hands slip under, between elliot and the cushion. heās up to something, it seems, but he doesnāt break the kiss as he movesā he wants to be breathless, and he wants elliot to cause that.
until he hauls himself onto his feet, upright, and heyā are you on the cushions anymore? no, hun . . . heās picked you up with ease (courting with eren part two: constant flexing). maybe heās decided on a little something bolder, and hopes he enjoys it. eren knows he is. ]
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mad at elliot, far from it. mad at himself, closer. when he looks up to see him approaching, he exits out of the retrospec app and pockets his phone, standing immediately. heās not mad at him. itās obvious he isnāt. he doesnāt shrug him off or lead him to the elevator wordlessly. he just sort of stands there at first, awkwardly even, but blue eyes are still as soft as theyāve always been for elliot. ]
. . . Hey, [ he says as he presses his lips, the elevator button and theyāre on their wayā slipping right in and everything, but one thing is hard to change: the hand that wants to guide him, centered into elliotās back. ] I couldāve gone instead.
[ he spent money!!!!! and study time!!!! ]
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[Eren's not a dog. He doesn't need to come to Elliot when he called him. Sometimes, it was good for Elliot to go to him.
Looking up at Eren, there is one clear difference about Elliot's appearance: his green eyes are back. Instead of gray, they shine brightly with their old color]
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doubletakes. ]
āItās back.
[ his smile is small with his words, but itās more true than the last. ]
*-the second had wtf
It-?
[At first he's confused, before he realized what Eren's staring at: his eyes.]
O-Oh, yeah! My eyes. [He clasps his own hands in front of him] They came back earlier.
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. . . I missed them.
[ he feels complete. eren decides, the last thing he should be doing is acting stupid, so stupid that it risks making elliot drift away. worry would hang for as long as he felt a silly reason to . . . it's not gone, but tentatively, his hand lifts to meet with elliot's, even more gentle compared to his usual holds and letting fingers curl right over them. is it apologetic? cautious, worried? a hybrid. ]
I'd . . . [ he pauses— and swallows his words. he hesitates to say them, and before the pause stretches for too long, lodged in his throat, he changes course, if only temporarily. ] —Let's get inside.
[ finally, bringing them out of the elevator and to the privacy of his home. ]
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He feels that hand take his. It feels so gentle, even a little cautious. As if Eren is trying to apologize for something. Elliot responds by smiling and giving the hand a firmer, loving hold as they both head inside the apartment. It had been a bit of an awkward ride, but now they were here. The place Elliot considered home away from home.
Elliot should probably say his piece now. The piece he thought over the entire ride over. He stalls for a moment, waiting for Eren to close the door. He'll dig into his coat pocket and pull out his phone]
E-Eren, I came here because...I wanted to show you something...
[He'll open up a photo gallery on his phone, one that's labeled "Eren". He then holds out the phone for Eren.]
Here.
[The first picture in the album is open: it's an old photo. Older than this phone could possibly be. It's from that military camp they met at. They'd just ended some challenge that left them covered in mud. They're younger, Elliot's hair is shorter in an uncharacteristic military cut and look even more scrawny than he is now. But he's smiling and laughing at Eren, who just looks so happy to be there.
The rest of the pictures in the album follow the same vein: different photos of the two of them, or just Eren alone taken throughout the years they've known each other: the camp, the visits they'd take to each other's towns, the first few months together in Recolle...
In each and every one that Elliot is in, he's smiling, happy to be with Eren. ]
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titan will walk over to greet him as he always has, tail at a leisurely wag as he sniffs at his feet before walking back to his bed and kong— elliot was no longer a stranger here to receive any growls. quiet as a mouse. that being said though, eren locks the door, wiping his palms against his pants, and takes in a deep breath as he does, ready to turn and say what had been on his own mind.
but when eren turns, elliot was already speaking before he could, causing him to keep holding it. his heart jumps when the phone is held out, and looking between the other and the device, with lingering hesitation, he reaches for it— it says eren. he can already feel his throat tighten up, seeing the first photo and wanting to sit, motioning for the couch.
the first picture that they ever took, already happy and sticking together since day one. he gives a hushed hah, them all muddy, and happy— eren wouldn't let a single ill intended soul near elliot for as long as they had camp, and he didn't care what they had to say when it was all bullshit. ] You kept this—? [ it's less than an actual question and more being unexpectedly touched. he remembers this one. he remembers and it makes his smile come through with unexpected surprise, stirred with every swipe of his thumb. eren lingers more on the photos of them both, and, look how many there were of him. some awkward, but still marking a good time. there was even the last one from the orchestra when he did that salute. ] You kept all of them . . .
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I-I saved them to a cloud, so I can download them anywhere and look at them anytime I want.
[And he did look at them, often. Anytime he was feeling down, the album would always help him feel a little better. He had other albums like this- for his brother, for his cousins, for his friends in NYC- even a growing one for his roommates. But it was fair to say this album got the most use. It was the one he turned to the most. ]
I- ... I don't know what the memories of the other life are supposed to mean, or what Rean meant to me back then. But- But I know these are my cherished memories in this life time.
And... [He'll lift his hand to touch Eren's cheek, to get him to look at him. There's a soft gentle smile on his lips, and a very warm expression in his eyes] You're the one I love.
O-Okay?
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he was stupid, stupid stupid stupid to have misinterpreted that from the start. elliot has to keep repeating himself, but . . . he doesnt to undo what he just heard, what made him light up, on fire, and make his heart feel like it was flying on its own. that didnāt feel like a confession between them. he knew it was true, heās . . . always known and always felt it mutually, a strong bond in too many aspects to only be described as friendship. he was in deep and he wanted to be, the way he manages to smile so wide, so wide is what speaks for him first, lips parting to say something while his hands, both of them, reach up to cup nearly all of the sides of his neck until fingers curl to the back of it, his thumbs over the contours of his jawline and to the cheeks. ]
Me too. Elliot . . . [ he knows he knew that, too. ack, just look at him. heās completely fallen. he wants to say so many things at once but nothing else really seems to convey it like right now. beautiful green eyes . . . ] I donāt care about anything else.
[ itās decided and heās reaffirming it for himself, a strong touch of truth it now, a lot more than what was once insecure. he shouldnāt be caring about other petty things. he doesnāt kiss him yet, but instead, simply pulls him forward to press their foreheads together. he remembers something, and gives a quiet hush of a chuckle through his teeth. ]
I canāt imagine one without you now. I really canāt. [ heās not trying to be corny or romanticā maybe thatās what saves him, when it comes to the heart in what he means. itās why he internally freaked out, why he worried, for as short of a time as it was. ] But that doesnāt justify worrying about it like that. Not when I know how you feel.
[ his thumb brushes across his cheek. ]
And Iāll protect that.
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Heehee, my cool and dashing bodyguard, right?
[He's smiling widely at Eren's reaction, his own hand moving to rest on Eren's shoulder as they rest their foreheads together. He's not upset that Eren misinterpreted his words. It was a normal reaction. He could see himself feeling the same way if someone like that appeared in Eren's other life.
Armin better watch out]I-It's okay, really. I probably would've gotten insecure too if I was in your shoes. It's normal ... maybe even good since it means you don't take me for granted.
[Not that he thinks Eren ever would, but still. There is a small bit of happiness found in having someone get jealous. Not too much, but a little. ]
I really don't mind coming over here to remind you how much I like you. A-And it did give me a good excuse to show you my eyes. So don't worry about it.
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[ it was equally satisfying and flattering, that heād go out of his way to simply remind him. it meant he had enough consideration and worry for him to still be around. cool and dashing bodyguard. the thing that made his heart skip the first time and he figured itās just a compliment, and still, inwardly wanting for it to be something else. and here they were now. his ears never fail to go red.
blond hos and red scarves got nothing on elliot
eren gives a light laugh, it was true. that just came with the package of feelings of adoration, else you . . . probably donāt really like them. it was part of any relationship and even strengthened it. eren just hope he can keep that at a healthy level. protective as he was, he didnāt want to be that guy. ] You knowā the minute you start feeling that, or if you feel like youāre cagedā Iād want you to end things. [ because for someone who promotes freedom so much, the last thing heād ever want in the world was to make the person he loved feel like he constantly had his wings clipped, or couldnāt do what he wanted in fear of what eren thought. thatād mean eren was gone.
with one arm slipping away from elliotās face to pull his body closer to his, eren brushes some of his ginger hair away from his face to see those very green eyes. with security in his hold, and true assurance: ]
But I wonāt let that happen as long as Iām around. And I donāt think youāll need an excuse to show me anything either.
[ heāll always want to see them, and softly, he plants a kiss to the corner of his lips. ]
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Ehe, you're way too hard on yourself sometimes. [IRONIC considering what Eren is constantly chiding him for] I know you won't let that happen. B-But I guess you can do the same if I ever start caging you?
[I mean, fair is fair. But he'll smile at at that kiss on the corner of his lip. He'll lean forward to return the kiss, this time fully on Eren's lips- but still soft and gentle]
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but that was the whole point. erenās answer is enough to be felt with the way he smiles against the kiss, holding it and returning. there was one thing missing, though; who knew taste would be making a difference. he parts his mouth a little to deepen, to at at least get the best of his other senses like his smell, from erenās nose to his cheek, and touch, from his hands on him, one brushing through his hair in a gentle rake while the other encircles around to pull him sidewaysāand to his lips, of course. even with it gone, heāll still make it a good kiss. ]
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A kiss without a sense of taste is...well, it's surprisingly weird. The kiss isn't bad per say, feeling the texture of Eren's lips, smelling Eren's scent, the feeling of those hands on him as he pulls him sideways - all of that felt good. But the lack of taste was still something getting used to.
Still, he'll go along with the kiss. He'll shift closer to bring himself as next to Eren as possible. His own arms will slide over Eren's shoulder and to around his neck, bringing him closer to the other.
When the kiss breaks for a moment, Elliot stays near. ]
Aha, the lack of taste will take some getting used to. I didn't think about if kisses would be affected.
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itās certainly odd when youāve started getting pretty damn comfortable with kissing in general, but eren would call it far from boring, and offers a lighter smile all the way, sinking into the sofa. be careful not to disappear either. ]
Yeah, well, [ oh, elliot. he has to stop what heās saying to look at you. he doesnāt see a life without him anymore, especially a future. ] Itāll be back. Itās damn hard to get tired of kissing you, anyway.
[ um he was supposed to flatter you but made his own ears fire up instead. sheepish eren got sheepish. ]
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As Eren sinks into the couch, Elliot will shift so he sinks in as well and is half leaning against Eren. It's funny to think just how comfortable and natural feeling this has gotten. Last summer, cuddling up with Eren like this probably would've been the death of his small nerdy heart.
But aw, it does flatter him, making him blush a little. He'll still notice the ears too]
Hehe, aw. D-Did you just make yourself blush?
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the truth that you donāt think of before actually voicing it in words can sometimes leave you in a tight spotā maybe itās not the case, but erenās lighthearted, embarrassed sort of grin flashes as he attempts to. maybe. hide his face a little into the curve of elliotās neck. ]
You did, that was all you. I didnāt . . . Shit, hold on.
[ it made him think about kissing him forever and god thatās mildly embarrassing and sappy. he gives him a squeeze and tries to swallow the chuckle, but right at the instant heās drunk in just wanting to lay there with him. ]
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You're really cute when you're embarrassed.
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no, he knows the sentiment. ]
Youāre the only one that can do that to me. [ the only one on this earth and beyond. eren then, with a flash of a grin, flips their positions, imitating one of his throwing moves in an act to surprise him and just have a laugh, take all this flattery off of him before he burns up; heās the one over elliot now. you might not have to look down, but at least you can look up with no strains. ] I gotta make you pay for itā!
[ only with like, kisses, or smiles, heāll take that currency. honestly heās just paying back for the awkward earlier. smile more, heāll be the happiest in the world. ]
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Heehee, oh no. Will you take a thousand sweet kisses?
[Leave it to him to make a musical reference whenever possible okay. ]
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while eren is also completely canon blind to rent, there goes knowing where that actually comes fromā except that felt too poetic not to be lyrics. ]
Is that a song?
[ you beautiful, beautiful music nerd, thatās cute š ]
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Heehee, yeah. It's from Rent.
[Which of course he'll sing the verse:]
ā« Live in my house
Iāll be your shelter
Just pay me back
With one thousand kisses
Be my lover
And Iāll cover you ā«
[The glowing and gently dropping feathers appear like before, but Elliot's not at all fazed by that. They're alone and he's a little caught up staring up at those blue eyes and smile]
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how does he need to be reminded with that well beyond happy look he sees in elliotās eyes, staring back at him as he watches like a starstruck fool? ]
That sounds just about right.
[ but he canāt quite hold back how his heart just tells him to take him, you just want to kiss the boy. he pours himself and his devotion in one passionate push forward, lips over lips, and both hand pulling his face to his own. heās yours, elliot. he entrusts you with this untamed shounen heart of his. ]
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Eren's reaction to his singing makes him a little giddy. Watching his face melt into that soft smile, those starstruck eyes that stared down at him. It was an incredible expression, and there are a bit of glee in knowing he was the one to cause it.
Next thing he knows, his face is being pulled up and he's locked in a passionate kiss. Even without taste, it's easy to tell the intensity Eren is putting into it. Long gone are the timid days of unsure kissing with Eren, it seems. Not that Elliot minds. He returns the kiss with ease, trying to match the level of passion that Eren is putting into it. His hand stays in Eren's hair, fingers wrapping into the curls. Meanwhile his other arm moves to rest on Eren's waist, trying his best to get at a good angle to kiss the other as long as possible.]
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and he loves it; how elliot kisses him back fires him up, to feel him respond with a matching answer the way a duet was. he parts his mouth more, coaxing elliotās to do the same and following the tilt of his head to make it comfortable and lasting. from hands to his face, he handles with care, still gentle even with intensity; both arms slink around him, closer to his legs and hands slip under, between elliot and the cushion. heās up to something, it seems, but he doesnāt break the kiss as he movesā he wants to be breathless, and he wants elliot to cause that.
until he hauls himself onto his feet, upright, and heyā are you on the cushions anymore? no, hun . . . heās picked you up with ease (
courting with eren part two: constant flexing). maybe heās decided on a little something bolder, and hopes he enjoys it. eren knows he is. ](no subject)
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