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[Oh. Cute. Eren reaches up to ruffle Maruki's hair with his entire hand at once--
[Actually...
[He lowers his hand and tucks his fingers up under one of Maruki's armpits. Is he ticklish? They're going to find out.]
[Actually...
[He lowers his hand and tucks his fingers up under one of Maruki's armpits. Is he ticklish? They're going to find out.]
[This is a tragic discovery. Not only is Eren strong, but he's demonstrably ruthless. Some may argue that he doesn't possess enough whimsy to tickle his most beloved Other into submission, but he thinks Maruki will understand that there's merely no other choice. This isn't a matter of pride - it's a matter of duty.
[Get obliterated.]
[Get obliterated.]
[ He knew his fate was sealed the moment he let out one singular giggle at the first brush of contact.
It's over.
He's done for.
The space they've chosen to camp in is so open, his bright, unrestrained laughter echoes through the vast space. It's not unlike what might happen in an empty world, really... ]
It's over.
He's done for.
The space they've chosen to camp in is so open, his bright, unrestrained laughter echoes through the vast space. It's not unlike what might happen in an empty world, really... ]
[An envelope appears on the kitchen table, labeled For Eren.]
[Inside is a drawing - Eren in profile with his bird form behind him. There’s not much in terms of background, but the sketch is actually pretty good.]
[There’s no note attached, but how many people does Eren know who draw?]
[Inside is a drawing - Eren in profile with his bird form behind him. There’s not much in terms of background, but the sketch is actually pretty good.]
[There’s no note attached, but how many people does Eren know who draw?]
[ True to his word, after the sun has set and his house has been fed, Maruki heads out.
There's a dim light emanating from the windows high up in the windmill, which means Eren is already inside. He flies right up, partial to this mode of transport by far lately, and coos quietly from the windowsill to announce his presence. ]
There's a dim light emanating from the windows high up in the windmill, which means Eren is already inside. He flies right up, partial to this mode of transport by far lately, and coos quietly from the windowsill to announce his presence. ]
[Eren is expecting it. He stands up from where he'd been sitting on the ground, and paces over to the window. He holds out his hand for Maruki to hop onto his wrist. Then, he'll pull him up to his cheek and nuzzle their heads together, not a word yet spoken.]
[ It's the safest feeling in the world, he thinks. To press his small, softly feathered head to the inhuman warmth of Eren's cheek, to close his eyes and know he can stay like this for as long as he wants.
It lasts a while, silent but for the creaking of the windmill. When Maruki's ready to be placed down so he can transform safely, he turns to peck his beak twice against the side of Eren's nose. ]
It lasts a while, silent but for the creaking of the windmill. When Maruki's ready to be placed down so he can transform safely, he turns to peck his beak twice against the side of Eren's nose. ]
[It's reluctant, but Eren sets him down - not without just the softest touch of lip against the side of his head. He takes a seat after that, tucking himself away in the little comfort nest they've created. If another soul ever steps foot into this loft, Eren isn't aware of it.]
cw: there's a lot of...innuendo and more so occurring here
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2025-03-18 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Nothing about the way Akechi positions Eren feels as though it should be taking place in a public bar. Eren feels his face burn hot, irritation prickling the back of his neck - embarrassment, really, and so, irritation.
[His heart thuds heavy in his chest. Of course, he doesn't move an inch - not with Akechi's hips against his hips and his voice in Eren's ear. The man swallows down a lump in his throat, dizzied.]
Alright. [Edged, impatient.
[He turns his head back over his shoulder and eyes the boy behind him.]
I don't need a practice round.
[His heart thuds heavy in his chest. Of course, he doesn't move an inch - not with Akechi's hips against his hips and his voice in Eren's ear. The man swallows down a lump in his throat, dizzied.]
Alright. [Edged, impatient.
[He turns his head back over his shoulder and eyes the boy behind him.]
I don't need a practice round.
[ It's reluctant for Maruki too – he really would stay like that for hours, but that's not what he came here for...
Safely on the landing of the loft, Maruki transforms back into himself in a burst of gray feathers. A couple get caught in his mouth as he gently coughs them out. ]
I'm still not great at that part...
[ Give him a second to get reoriented, and then it's time to join Eren in their makeshift bed. ]
Safely on the landing of the loft, Maruki transforms back into himself in a burst of gray feathers. A couple get caught in his mouth as he gently coughs them out. ]
I'm still not great at that part...
[ Give him a second to get reoriented, and then it's time to join Eren in their makeshift bed. ]
That confidence is what I've come to expect from you. I'm not disappointed by it.
[Not at all. The way Eren looks at him is-
Enticing. Flushed face more entertaining to watch than a game of billiards, but only one of those can continue on.
Akechi lets his hands linger on Eren's hips - hold tight, fingers digging in and-
Lets go without another word. Cue grabbed and the rack pulled from the side to reset the table.]
If you can put on a good show, I'll be pleased.
[And with that-
He starts the game with a break shot.]
Do your best, Eren.
[Not at all. The way Eren looks at him is-
Enticing. Flushed face more entertaining to watch than a game of billiards, but only one of those can continue on.
Akechi lets his hands linger on Eren's hips - hold tight, fingers digging in and-
Lets go without another word. Cue grabbed and the rack pulled from the side to reset the table.]
If you can put on a good show, I'll be pleased.
[And with that-
He starts the game with a break shot.]
Do your best, Eren.
I did that the first few times too.
[Whether Eren's already forgotten why Maruki came in the first place, or whether he simply doesn't want to draw attention to it yet, it's unclear. He acts casual, unbothered, pulling Maruki in close against his chest. He props his legs up on either side of him.]
Every once in a while, one will just pop out too...
[Whether Eren's already forgotten why Maruki came in the first place, or whether he simply doesn't want to draw attention to it yet, it's unclear. He acts casual, unbothered, pulling Maruki in close against his chest. He props his legs up on either side of him.]
Every once in a while, one will just pop out too...
[ Maruki turns until he can lean back against Eren's chest, slumping down comfortably and grabbing his arms to wrap around him like a seatbelt. He tips his head back to look at his Other, thoughtful for a moment, and then– ]
Do you get wolf ears too?
[ ouppy......... ]
Do you get wolf ears too?
[ ouppy......... ]
[There is absolutely not a single other soul in any plane of existence that Eren would do this for, and especially not so casually that he barely seems to mind at all - by way of answer, he simply lets them pop out of his head. Twitch twitch.]
[It's always strange to be halfway between forms like this, but the scratching does still feel good. The ears respond how one might expect.]
Everything sounds louder like this...
[Two sets of ears?!]
Everything sounds louder like this...
[Two sets of ears?!]
I will for a minute.
[If neither of them bother bringing it up, then...Maruki won't hear what he wanted to hear at all. Eren doesn't...want to say it with dog ears on his head.]
Just...tell me when you're ready.
[If neither of them bother bringing it up, then...Maruki won't hear what he wanted to hear at all. Eren doesn't...want to say it with dog ears on his head.]
Just...tell me when you're ready.
[ For a few quiet moments, Maruki does nothing more than pet him, marveling at the strangeness of it all...
Slowly, he draws his hands away, replaces them over Eren's arms wrapped around his middle.
He rests his head back against Eren's shoulder, and once those ears are gone, once enough silence has passed, he nearly whispers it. ]
You don't want to die?
Slowly, he draws his hands away, replaces them over Eren's arms wrapped around his middle.
He rests his head back against Eren's shoulder, and once those ears are gone, once enough silence has passed, he nearly whispers it. ]
You don't want to die?
[Eren's arms rest loosely around Maruki. The windmill is quiet, the rafters ever-creaking. He doesn't want to lie. He knows he doesn't have to.]
It's not what I think about anymore.
My life back in my true reality has ended, and I still want for that to be true. I'm tired of being here too. I don't want to be, but...
We've decided on another alternative.
Since our empty world will be real, that's where I want to go. For that to happen, I have to stay alive.
It's not what I think about anymore.
My life back in my true reality has ended, and I still want for that to be true. I'm tired of being here too. I don't want to be, but...
We've decided on another alternative.
Since our empty world will be real, that's where I want to go. For that to happen, I have to stay alive.
[Eren takes a deep breath. His arms tighten just slightly around Maruki.]
To keep talking to you. For a long time.
To keep talking to you. For a long time.
[ It's quiet. So quiet. Barely more than a breath: ]
Forever...
[ Eren is so close, knows his heart so well that he can surely tell the difference in the few seconds that contemplative silence turns to hesitation before he speaks again. ]
Do you remember when you used to tell me to pretend you were dead?
Forever...
[ Eren is so close, knows his heart so well that he can surely tell the difference in the few seconds that contemplative silence turns to hesitation before he speaks again. ]
Do you remember when you used to tell me to pretend you were dead?
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