[She's pathetic, and he's pathetic, and she isn't pushing him away, just like he knew she wouldn't; is, in fact, leaning into his touch, warm cheek against warm hand. They're both still warm - like living, breathing humans? Or like steaming, rotting titans? Titan shifters tend to have higher body temperatures; everyone else just feels so cold when he touches them.
[There's a miserable pain to how she leans into that touch. Eren would like for those around him to believe that his heart shriveled up and died a long time ago, but here it is in his palm, beating. They were never meant to touch like this; he'll never be able to forget how it felt the first time.
[With burning lips, he kisses her, all hunger and want and desperation. His free hand comes to grip her the back of her head, holding it there in place. Don't break away. He wants her arms around him. He wants her holding him captive with shackles of flesh. Wrap yourself around his throat like a snake and constrict - anything, anything to be held by Annie Leonhart again.]
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[There's a miserable pain to how she leans into that touch. Eren would like for those around him to believe that his heart shriveled up and died a long time ago, but here it is in his palm, beating. They were never meant to touch like this; he'll never be able to forget how it felt the first time.
[With burning lips, he kisses her, all hunger and want and desperation. His free hand comes to grip her the back of her head, holding it there in place. Don't break away. He wants her arms around him. He wants her holding him captive with shackles of flesh. Wrap yourself around his throat like a snake and constrict - anything, anything to be held by Annie Leonhart again.]