Snow falls silently outside, as ever. Time and memory and space and reality are already mutable things, all the more so after his experiences in the alcove last night. He has one foot in that empty world with Eren, alone in a wooded glen with no one to answer to but one another, and the other back in Tokyo, brushing snow out of his hair on the way to his alma mater.
He lays his head back down then, noses at Eren's cheek idly. ]
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[ Much more. It sounds–
Well.
Ideal.
Snow falls silently outside, as ever. Time and memory and space and reality are already mutable things, all the more so after his experiences in the alcove last night. He has one foot in that empty world with Eren, alone in a wooded glen with no one to answer to but one another, and the other back in Tokyo, brushing snow out of his hair on the way to his alma mater.
He lays his head back down then, noses at Eren's cheek idly. ]
For now, can we come here more often?