[There’s just a moment’s shock, and then she throws both arms around him and grabs hold, tight. Aubrey does notice the steam, but it’s incidental, more sensation than sight; her eyes are shut, as she leans right back into him, and lets the feeling take them.
[They stay like that for a time. Quiet, save for Eren’s crying. The soft hum of his mother. Aubrey finds her own breathing surprisingly steady. When was the last time she heard someone (else) cry like this? Has she ever? Eren’s presence is a damnation, most times; but it’s a comfort, too.
[She really would save him, if she could.]
[The scene fades, engulfed in light; it may not reach Eren, with his eyes covered, but it gets warmer—sunlight, gentle, on skin. There’s still humming, but the tune shifts; the voice, subtly, with it; note by soothing note.
[Aubrey doesn’t let go, but her eyes open sharply when she recognizes the melody. Then it ends.]
[If Eren looks up, past Aubrey, he’ll see a lake, sparkling in a midday sun. They’re alone, here, unlike the memory. But he should recognize it, and maybe that ghost of a song, all the same.]
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[The turn is… unexpected.]
[There’s just a moment’s shock, and then she throws both arms around him and grabs hold, tight. Aubrey does notice the steam, but it’s incidental, more sensation than sight; her eyes are shut, as she leans right back into him, and lets the feeling take them.
[They stay like that for a time. Quiet, save for Eren’s crying. The soft hum of his mother. Aubrey finds her own breathing surprisingly steady. When was the last time she heard someone (else) cry like this? Has she ever? Eren’s presence is a damnation, most times; but it’s a comfort, too.
[She really would save him, if she could.]
[The scene fades, engulfed in light; it may not reach Eren, with his eyes covered, but it gets warmer—sunlight, gentle, on skin. There’s still humming, but the tune shifts; the voice, subtly, with it; note by soothing note.
[Aubrey doesn’t let go, but her eyes open sharply when she recognizes the melody. Then it ends.]
[If Eren looks up, past Aubrey, he’ll see a lake, sparkling in a midday sun. They’re alone, here, unlike the memory. But he should recognize it, and maybe that ghost of a song, all the same.]