Well, good, because I'd kick their asses. Please pardon my language.
However, that's not what I was implying. I know you're keeping yourself away because you think it's what's best for them.
Let me ask you a very fair question: What have they done for you that's in your best interest lately?
However, that's not what I was implying. I know you're keeping yourself away because you think it's what's best for them.
Let me ask you a very fair question: What have they done for you that's in your best interest lately?
[Howling wind starts to die down the moment Akechi's own voice wavers. Eren's is low and loud over it all. There's a heat against his forehead, breath warming his face. Akechi's too cold to shake off whatever sentimental shit a touchy man wants to do. A man that gives what he wants to receive and Akechi will never return it - they both know. It's not a secret.
Raises a hand, a little.
Presses palm and fingers around Eren's throat, a little. Forcing him back - a connection severed with a push against a man's neck. Not bruising. Maybe painful. It's enough to keep the slightest separation between their faces.
The back of his hand feels frozen and warmer than ever. He could squeeze every bit of heat out of Eren now, while they're alone in this secluded area that has become theirs - steal it for himself, let those he lays with languish over it. Doesn't care because they weren't smart enough to rip it free with their own power and-
He never needed it. Doesn't now. There's a layer of snow on his hair and Eren's. The flurry around them easier to see through.]
If I stumble across it, I will. It's not something I'll waste time trying to seek out.
So he doesn't pull back, leans forward on instinct to meet warmth in every place he lacks. In every way he wanted to be loved and needed and-
Pulls back, a little.Raises a hand, a little.
Presses palm and fingers around Eren's throat, a little. Forcing him back - a connection severed with a push against a man's neck. Not bruising. Maybe painful. It's enough to keep the slightest separation between their faces.
The back of his hand feels frozen and warmer than ever. He could squeeze every bit of heat out of Eren now, while they're alone in this secluded area that has become theirs - steal it for himself, let those he lays with languish over it. Doesn't care because they weren't smart enough to rip it free with their own power and-
He never needed it. Doesn't now. There's a layer of snow on his hair and Eren's. The flurry around them easier to see through.]
If I stumble across it, I will. It's not something I'll waste time trying to seek out.
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