[ Back when they were cadets, Annie had always hated the way Eren would hold her, like she was something breakable. Like she was something precious. She had wondered how he could possibly care for something like her. That’s changed, now. She thinks she understands. He is like her, and so while he holds her like something precious, he doesn’t deny that she is a monster. In a strange way, it’s a relief to see and to be seen.
Still, the fact that it is Eren Jaeger — far more of a monster than she ever could have dreamed of being — holding her makes her sick. And yet she can’t pull away.
Kiss me, he says. Fine. She’ll kiss him. But only to distract him from the whole ‘ending the world’ thing.
Maybe if she tells herself that enough times she’ll start to believe it. ]
Since you asked so nicely. [ A snide response that doesn’t even begin to mask the torn-up shreds of her heart.
She leans in, lifting her free hand to press against the small of his back, and presses her lips against his. ]
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Still, the fact that it is Eren Jaeger — far more of a monster than she ever could have dreamed of being — holding her makes her sick. And yet she can’t pull away.
Kiss me, he says. Fine. She’ll kiss him. But only to distract him from the whole ‘ending the world’ thing.
Maybe if she tells herself that enough times she’ll start to believe it. ]
Since you asked so nicely. [ A snide response that doesn’t even begin to mask the torn-up shreds of her heart.
She leans in, lifting her free hand to press against the small of his back, and presses her lips against his. ]