[ Maruki stops in his tracks, and it's immediately a mistake. His knees buckle. If he stops, he's going to sink to the ground. He grits his teeth, forces himself to keep walking.
And he breathes. Every breath hurts. ]
I need to get away from here.
[ Is his voice shaking? He can barely hear himself over the pounding in his ears, but he certainly doesn't feel steady, so it must be. ]
I can't– he's at the machiya, so I can't be near there right now. Please.
And he breathes. Every breath hurts. ]
I need to get away from here.
[ Is his voice shaking? He can barely hear himself over the pounding in his ears, but he certainly doesn't feel steady, so it must be. ]
I can't– he's at the machiya, so I can't be near there right now. Please.
I– okay. Alright.
[ Maruki's not saying anything more than that. If he starts talking, he won't stop. If he stops walking, he won't start again. He's too much in his own mind, so far outside his body, everything on autopilot as high, tinny static grows louder in his ears.
He doesn't know if he should still stay on the phone, silent save for his breath, but he does just in case Eren has to tell him where to go. At this rate, they'll meet in the middle, and– what? Sit in another lantern-lit circle?
Maruki is going to be sick. ]
[ Maruki's not saying anything more than that. If he starts talking, he won't stop. If he stops walking, he won't start again. He's too much in his own mind, so far outside his body, everything on autopilot as high, tinny static grows louder in his ears.
He doesn't know if he should still stay on the phone, silent save for his breath, but he does just in case Eren has to tell him where to go. At this rate, they'll meet in the middle, and– what? Sit in another lantern-lit circle?
Maruki is going to be sick. ]
[ The hand holding his phone to his ear drops to his side, though his fingers stay white knuckle tight around it. Eren reaches for him – grounds him – and speaks impossible words.
Maruki glances behind him, sees Elke. Then back to his friend. He's far from blank. There's too much going on behind those eyes, even though his words come out stilted, numbed. ]
Where?
[ But he holds on. Phone pocketed, he brings his hands up to wrap around Eren's forearms, the two of them holding one another in place. He holds on. ]
Maruki glances behind him, sees Elke. Then back to his friend. He's far from blank. There's too much going on behind those eyes, even though his words come out stilted, numbed. ]
Where?
[ But he holds on. Phone pocketed, he brings his hands up to wrap around Eren's forearms, the two of them holding one another in place. He holds on. ]
[ The windmill. Maruki's never been.
He exhales, sharp with relief. Nods. Walks closer to Elke, heavy step by heavy step. ]
I've never ridden a horse...
[ He's deliberately avoided it for all the months they've spent on the farm. It terrifies him. Or it did, it should now– but it doesn't. He'll let Eren help him up. He'll do whatever Eren tells him to do so he doesn't get kicked off and die instantly, because horses are dangerous. He doesn't have any fear left over to spare. ]
He exhales, sharp with relief. Nods. Walks closer to Elke, heavy step by heavy step. ]
I've never ridden a horse...
[ He's deliberately avoided it for all the months they've spent on the farm. It terrifies him. Or it did, it should now– but it doesn't. He'll let Eren help him up. He'll do whatever Eren tells him to do so he doesn't get kicked off and die instantly, because horses are dangerous. He doesn't have any fear left over to spare. ]
[ He's on top of a horse.
Eren is in front of him.
Maruki holds on even before he's told.
Arms around his best friend, cheek smashing into his back as he leans forward onto him. It happens without Maruki meaning to, as if the weight of everything simply toppled him over.
He nods. ]
I trust you.
[ More than anyone, really. ]
Eren is in front of him.
Maruki holds on even before he's told.
Arms around his best friend, cheek smashing into his back as he leans forward onto him. It happens without Maruki meaning to, as if the weight of everything simply toppled him over.
He nods. ]
I trust you.
[ More than anyone, really. ]
[ They'll have to do this again sometime in the future, when Maruki is cognizant enough to take in the excitement of the world rushing around them as Elke gallops along. He has just enough awareness to realize that he should be thinking about how cool this is, but not enough to actually do so.
They come to a stop, and Eren's all but hoisting him down onto the ground himself. Maruki doesn't have it in him to protest, to flail around trying to dismount himself. He simply wraps his arms around Eren's shoulders, lets it happen.
When his feet hit the ground, he finally speaks. ]
I told them I'd be back for dinner. If you could just– keep track of time for me.
[ A beat. ]
I'm sorry. I don't know what I'm doing.
They come to a stop, and Eren's all but hoisting him down onto the ground himself. Maruki doesn't have it in him to protest, to flail around trying to dismount himself. He simply wraps his arms around Eren's shoulders, lets it happen.
When his feet hit the ground, he finally speaks. ]
I told them I'd be back for dinner. If you could just– keep track of time for me.
[ A beat. ]
I'm sorry. I don't know what I'm doing.
[ The door closes, and the windmill is silent, so still that he can see dust particles floating through the weak sunbeams that filter in through the slatted windows.
And then he can't see anything at all. His face presses into Eren's chest, a hand at the back of his head. Strong, warm, safe. It's safe here. He's safe.
Maruki's fingers wind into the fabric of Eren's coat as he clings on, knuckles going pale and trembling with effort.
He doesn't have to explain, no, but it starts to spill out. ]
It's as if we never met.
[ That blank expression, confused and guarded in equal measure. That tension visible in the lines of his shoulders and jaw when Maruki was too familiar, too quickly.
Maruki's voice is a harsh, tight whisper. ]
What the hell is wrong with this place? Why?
And then he can't see anything at all. His face presses into Eren's chest, a hand at the back of his head. Strong, warm, safe. It's safe here. He's safe.
Maruki's fingers wind into the fabric of Eren's coat as he clings on, knuckles going pale and trembling with effort.
He doesn't have to explain, no, but it starts to spill out. ]
It's as if we never met.
[ That blank expression, confused and guarded in equal measure. That tension visible in the lines of his shoulders and jaw when Maruki was too familiar, too quickly.
Maruki's voice is a harsh, tight whisper. ]
What the hell is wrong with this place? Why?
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