[Maruki's mournful little coos always remind Eren of an inhale-exhale. They're the same shape, somehow. Vaguely, he recalls being sprawled out on Maruki's chest, his own grief whistling out of him.]
I know.
[He whispers it, his own voice pained. Loss is loss. For Maruki, even the grief of death might not cut as deeply as the grief of being forgotten. Eren breathes in and out, fingertips soothing over Maruki's feathery back.]
You're a sweet thing. [He says it with the weight of the sentence that it carries. Maruki is too kind, too loving, so much so that it destroys him.] You weren't made for this. I'm sorry...
fuckin maruki warning
I know.
[He whispers it, his own voice pained. Loss is loss. For Maruki, even the grief of death might not cut as deeply as the grief of being forgotten. Eren breathes in and out, fingertips soothing over Maruki's feathery back.]
It's terrible. I know.
You're a sweet thing. [He says it with the weight of the sentence that it carries. Maruki is too kind, too loving, so much so that it destroys him.] You weren't made for this. I'm sorry...