[There's a weighted moment; it drags on. Eren stares down at Akechi, and he's just how he remembers. They were never meant for gentle touches, but Eren wishes that weren't true. He'd love to see Akechi smile, feel tender hands, listen to a contented voice. He wants this, his happiness.
[Wants to rage too; relents anyway, releasing Akechi's hands and shifting off of him. Eren stands. A battle may break out yet. Maybe one of them will be lucky enough to kill the other one - or lucky enough to die.]
It isn't the goal yet. I have another. You know that.
cw: suicidal ideation
[Wants to rage too; relents anyway, releasing Akechi's hands and shifting off of him. Eren stands. A battle may break out yet. Maybe one of them will be lucky enough to kill the other one - or lucky enough to die.]
It isn't the goal yet. I have another. You know that.
Where's your ire, then?