[Eren never realized how good it felt to have someone stroke them. He rubs his head against Maruki's cheek in a repetitive, smoothing motion, all with the grain of the feathers on his head.]
[ For a long while, Maruki lets Eren do that, nuzzling up against him again and again. Then– ]
I'm going to move us, okay?
[ He trusts that Eren trusts him.
He shuffles up on his knees, away from the wall of the windmill and over to the center of the bed they've made– not unlike a nest, he realizes now, funny as that is. Slowly, he maneuvers to lay down, then shifts onto his side.
Eren is still cradled protectively in his arms, but now Maruki can curl around him. He tucks his knees up, hunches his shoulders down, draws Eren in close against his heart and lets him tuck his head up beneath his chin.
A long, slow exhale once he's settled comfortably. ]
[Eren is too big. He grew too fast. It isn't a matter of taking up too much space, but of crushing whatever's nearby. Even sleeping in bed beside someone, his body is stretched out long, toes dipping over the edges of beds.
[Not now. Eren is enveloped by a warm body. Maruki's scent is so familiar now. He sinks into it, hunkering down until he's made himself as small as possible. He lets out those soft little coos again. They feel like crying.]
[ Eren is small, soft, warm – Maruki knows how comforting it felt to be held in that way, so much more vulnerable than either of them could ever be as the men they are. It's a sacred thing, laying here together like this.
He strokes slowly over Eren's feathers, closes his eyes. ]
[It is vulnerable. Eren is more fragile than ever. There's only one voice that could belong to his Other, as soft as the mourning dove's melancholy song. Eren stretches out his body, pressing himself up flush against Maruki. He closes his eyes.
[He must fall asleep fast. He never hears Maruki reach the end of that song.]
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That tickles...
[ But he'll turn to press a kiss to the top of Eren's head too. ]
I never realized just how soft your feathers are.
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I'm going to move us, okay?
[ He trusts that Eren trusts him.
He shuffles up on his knees, away from the wall of the windmill and over to the center of the bed they've made– not unlike a nest, he realizes now, funny as that is. Slowly, he maneuvers to lay down, then shifts onto his side.
Eren is still cradled protectively in his arms, but now Maruki can curl around him. He tucks his knees up, hunches his shoulders down, draws Eren in close against his heart and lets him tuck his head up beneath his chin.
A long, slow exhale once he's settled comfortably. ]
I like holding you like this.
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[Not now. Eren is enveloped by a warm body. Maruki's scent is so familiar now. He sinks into it, hunkering down until he's made himself as small as possible. He lets out those soft little coos again. They feel like crying.]
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He strokes slowly over Eren's feathers, closes his eyes. ]
Just rest a while. My Eren.
[ Alongside those soft coos, he begins to hum. ]
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[He must fall asleep fast. He never hears Maruki reach the end of that song.]