[Akechi doesn't care how long Eren can keep this up for - another billow of steam warms his body again. Marks under his eyes bloom in stark black lines. If Akechi wrapped his fingers around his throat, it would make different colors appear along his iris.
As he's held close. Asked about his own wants. Kept contained, kept safe, as if Akechi needs it. As if he wants it. As if he won't repay it with a bloody corpse someday and-
Eren would like that. Maybe he knows. Maybe that's why. He shifts his body, just a little. Frees his gloved hands so they rest between them against Akechi's own chest, but their proximity is so close Eren likely feels them too.
And he talks.
Runs his frozen lips about pyramids, gardens, temples and mausoleums. Their origin, their meaning - stories he's read over and over in the dead of night when he couldn't sleep, he can't ever sleep, and entertained the false, pathetic urge to have a life beyond this. He doesn't want it. He never wanted it.
As if he was ever meant to. As if he could. As if he didn't start on this journey to repay blood with blood at the cost of his own life. He doesn't want it. A future he doesn't want. A life he doesn't need. There's nothing waiting for him and it's what he deserves. What he wants. What he's prepared for.
All things intermingling and nothing settles except for quietly recited facts about a world Eren will never see.]
A book will never compare to seeing it in person, but if I find them in the library I'll show you.
cw: violent thoughts, suicidal ideation MAYBE?????
As he's held close. Asked about his own wants. Kept contained, kept safe, as if Akechi needs it. As if he wants it. As if he won't repay it with a bloody corpse someday and-
Eren would like that. Maybe he knows. Maybe that's why. He shifts his body, just a little. Frees his gloved hands so they rest between them against Akechi's own chest, but their proximity is so close Eren likely feels them too.
And he talks.
Runs his frozen lips about pyramids, gardens, temples and mausoleums. Their origin, their meaning - stories he's read over and over in the dead of night when he couldn't sleep, he can't ever sleep, and entertained the false, pathetic urge to have a life beyond this. He doesn't want it. He never wanted it.
As if he was ever meant to. As if he could. As if he didn't start on this journey to repay blood with blood at the cost of his own life. He doesn't want it. A future he doesn't want. A life he doesn't need. There's nothing waiting for him and it's what he deserves. What he wants. What he's prepared for.
All things intermingling and nothing settles except for quietly recited facts about a world Eren will never see.]
A book will never compare to seeing it in person, but if I find them in the library I'll show you.