I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.
[It's dark. Eren can just barely make out her face in the moonlight, interrupted by leaves and branches, but he can sense the look on her face, hear the weight of her words. How many times has he been the one saying them? And always at the expense of an explosion. He's weaponized those words. He's meant them - every single time.]
You know I will. [His voice is hushed, but...cautious.
[It doesn't occur to him for even a second that the conversation itself is ridiculous. He'll either be dead or in jail by tomorrow morning. Cleaning up the crime scene and making an escape was never part of the plan, and his DNA is well-entrenched in the criminal justice system by now. He's done for, and Aubrey is an accomplice.
[He doesn't care. Being with her - that's what he cares about.]
Aubrey...
[He takes a step closer to her. He'll flinch if she backs away. He reaches for her.]
[He will. But he doesn’t want a future. But he’s always wanted to marry her. But he’s drowned his future whether he wants it or not. But he wants a kiss. And they’re both… so…]
[Aubrey doesn’t back away. It’s hard to believe Eren would last two days in prison, if he makes it that far, wherever Aubrey is. Frankly she doesn’t think she’d make it far, either. But it’s nice to pretend, sometimes. Right?]
[She pulls him in. It can be nice while it lasts. Easy as their lips together, arms around each other. Easy as pretending that carving so deep will do anything but rot the trunk from the inside out. Easy as wanting. Easy as pretending they’re still in stupid, young, uncomplicated love; that they ever were. Easy as closing her eyes and taking him in, shrouded in darkness.]
[Ah, Eren Jaeger....]
I love you, Eren.
Always will.
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[It's dark. Eren can just barely make out her face in the moonlight, interrupted by leaves and branches, but he can sense the look on her face, hear the weight of her words. How many times has he been the one saying them? And always at the expense of an explosion. He's weaponized those words. He's meant them - every single time.]
You know I will. [His voice is hushed, but...cautious.
[It doesn't occur to him for even a second that the conversation itself is ridiculous. He'll either be dead or in jail by tomorrow morning. Cleaning up the crime scene and making an escape was never part of the plan, and his DNA is well-entrenched in the criminal justice system by now. He's done for, and Aubrey is an accomplice.
[He doesn't care. Being with her - that's what he cares about.]
Aubrey...
[He takes a step closer to her. He'll flinch if she backs away. He reaches for her.]
Kiss me.
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[He will. But he doesn’t want a future. But he’s always wanted to marry her. But he’s drowned his future whether he wants it or not. But he wants a kiss. And they’re both… so…]
[Aubrey doesn’t back away. It’s hard to believe Eren would last two days in prison, if he makes it that far, wherever Aubrey is. Frankly she doesn’t think she’d make it far, either. But it’s nice to pretend, sometimes. Right?]
[She pulls him in. It can be nice while it lasts. Easy as their lips together, arms around each other. Easy as pretending that carving so deep will do anything but rot the trunk from the inside out. Easy as wanting. Easy as pretending they’re still in stupid, young, uncomplicated love; that they ever were. Easy as closing her eyes and taking him in, shrouded in darkness.]
[Ah, Eren Jaeger....]
I love you, Eren.
Always will.