I don’t know. There were less of you here then. I didn't really know where I stood then with everyone. It doesn't really matter. Some of them can never know the significance of me living this long.
[ He's aware the math doesn't add up and that part about not knowing where he stands might seem well and he might be tipping his hand too far. But this is in text and Reiner is drunk anyway so whatever. ]
[ Reiner is indeed way too drunk to question Eren's words as much as he should. Maybe he'll reread it later, or something will spark a memory down the line. For now, he just frowns at the text, aware that he's missing something but unsure what the hell it is. ]
However you want. I can take you on an actual date. One where we don't get pissed off. We can pick a district neither of us knows well and walk around until we find a restaurant that smells good. You can eat something brand new. We can have ice cream cake. Did you know they sell ice cream cake? That's a luxury!
The next evening, as promised, Eren meets Reiner outside the apartment building. He's not sure if Reiner actually will have a hangover. Hopefully…not? Whatever, not his problem. He can only be so nice.
He found time earlier that day to make cookies. The only ones he knows how to make are chocolate chip, so that will have to do. They don't look beautiful but they're not burned and they taste fine. He…made way too many, so he left some on the counter at home without any explanation whatsoever. If Levi doesn't eat them, Hange will probably wander in and eat them. No big deal.
Hopefully the cat doesn't suddenly discover a liking for chocolate chips.
He has the cookies in a paper bag which he awkwardly shoves at Reiner when the other boy appears.
Thankfully, Reiner managed to avoid a hangover, though how much of that is because he stopped drinking and how much is because he's a Titan is anyone's guess. He did not manage to avoid his humiliation at drunk texting everyone under the sun. (Hange! Levi! Other people he barely knows!) But he got an actual date with Eren out of it, so he's not complaining too much.
(How the hell did he manage to get an actual date? He has no idea. Gift horse, etc.)
Reiner is dressed a little nicer than usual, which translates as a button-down shirt with no knife on his belt. Not that either of them needs a knife for this to turn into a fight. The intent is there, though: Reiner is aiming for a night where they don't get pissed off. How successful he'll be remains to be seen.
Eren greets him with a bag shoved at him, which Reiner accepts gingerly, not wanting to crush whatever is inside.
"What is it?" he asks, curiously opening the bag. He peers inside and pauses, lips parting. "… These are for me?"
Eren, maybe naively, didn't dress like anything. He looks exactly the same as always, tshirt and dark jeans. Fashion sense? He doesn't know her. Maybe someday.
He also doesn't have a knife on him this time, but they both know that doesn't matter. He keeps his nails long these days to avoid having to bite, but...they're a threat just be existing. Eren isn't scared of that threat. But he's also not especially worried about it, not today. Is this a truce? It has to be, right? No one just goes on a date with an outright enemy. Probably.
Eren shrugs and looks off across the street, pretending not to be embarrassed. This was stupid. Why is he so stupid, he wonders. What the hell.
"I learned how to make them recently. I had extra."
These are both true things, but the explanation is misleading. He learned to make them so he could make them for people. He had extra after he made these ones, specifically today, for Reiner's birthday. He just can't be straightforward about it because he's Eren.
For a moment, Reiner says nothing, just gazing into the bag with still-parted lips. Cookies. Homemade cookies, baked by Eren, given to him on his birthday.
When was the last time Reiner had homemade cookies? It had to be in Liberio, most likely on one of those occasions when Reiner did particularly well on some Warrior exam. A reward, not a gift. Not something without strings attached.
"Thank you, Eren," he finally says, completely sincere. Only then does Reiner reach into the bag, carefully removing a cookie, holding the imperfectly shaped treat almost delicately. He doesn't mind if they're the extras (as he believes Eren's misdirection); they're still his. Still a gift.
Then he raises his eyes, focusing on Eren's question. He reviewed enough of his drunken text messages to recall the date he proposed, and he spent a portion of the day looking up places to get ice cream cake. (The ice cream cake is essential!)
"How about somewhere that isn't cold?" Reiner suggests, still relieved that Hange's potion was effective. "I haven't explored Blossomcrown much. Does that sound good?"
It's only the second or third time Eren has made them, but if he doesn't dissociate out of his mind, he can follow a recipe easily enough. It's just steps, just orders, do one thing then another. That might not be true for all baking, but just for cookies? It's not really that hard. So they're not pretty. They're just getting eaten! Doesn't matter if they're pretty, right?
"You're welcome," Eren says, surprised at himself for saying it. But he means it. It's not like this was an afterthought. He doesn't know much about gift giving, and he gives himself more than he gives actual items. That kind of gift is always a double-edged sword, tinged with his lies and manipulation and violence. Even Mikasa and Armin were not immune to it in the end, but he needed them to do what he needed them to do.
When it shifted so that Reiner is included in people he wants to protect, he's not sure. That night in the dark? Before that? The day Reiner didn't kill him when he could have, the Armored's mouth against him? Did he always feel this, underneath his rage? He doesn't know.
"Somewhere that isn't cold, definitely," he agrees. "Blossomcrown it is. There's probably good food there. There's good food everywhere."
He has no idea what you do on dates, but they were supposed to get food, this time (hopefully?) without Eren being a menace about it. That's the real birthday present, isn't it, Eren being as much of a person as he can manage to be.
The reason behind the dramatic change in Eren remains a mystery to Reiner. He puts together hints sometimes, toying with this possibility and that one, unconsciously avoiding the most horrific scenario. However, any guesses are just that: guesses. He can assemble the puzzle's edges, but the middle remains elusive, the picture shifting beneath his hands.
("We can be something else." "Alive." "Just who do you think I am? Where are we, Reiner?" "You and me, we're exactly the same." "But I'm worse." "Don't die. Don't die like this.")
Somewhere amid that puzzle stands Eren, shoving a paper bag filled with homemade cookies into Reiner's hands. Somehow, they're here instead of trying to kill each other: Reiner proposing a date, Eren agreeing; two young men with the power of the Titans setting off to celebrate Eren's birthday on Reiner's.
As they start toward the nearest teleportation node—by far the fastest way to travel to Blossomcrown, even if it will take a sliver of magic—Reiner continues to hold his cookie like it's something precious, apparently just wanting to look and touch before he tastes.
"Yeah, this world has wonderful food. The selection is incredible. They sell so many fancy things for practically nothing, too."
Reiner shakes his head, still amazed by that. Then he brings the cookie to his lips, inhaling its scent before taking a bite. He savors it, enjoying the flavor, enjoying the fact that Eren made it even more.
Eren toes a line with his words. Sometimes he knows he goes too far. What does he want to give away? He's not always sure. There are things he's never told anyone, won't even tell Armin at the end of the world. He will die with so many secrets.
Though he meant to die with the fact that he'd cut off his own leg, and Levi knows now. They haven't talked about it. (We don’t do that here.) He's not even sure if Levi consciously remembers. He'd rather not know.
Reiner, in the future, could put that together. Reiner here doesn't need to know about Liberio, let alone the looming end of the world. He might give it away, on purpose, on accident, in anger or in desperation.
Not today. Today they're supposed to be celebrating. Eren hasn't put much stock in birthdays for a long time. Before he knew about the titan timer, they were just the passage of time. Congrats, you didn't die for another year.
Now, on the other side of knowing, on the other side of when he should have died, he's not sure what to do. He should be 19 forever. He shouldn't still exist.
He does not want to die. Not at 19 or 20 or 23. It hasn't entirely sunk in that the whole thing is different.
But he made cookies for Reiner, also counting down a timer in his mind. They're going to get a cake that is also ice cream? Incredible.
"I never cared about money," Eren says. He never even thought about money. The military paid for what it paid for. He didn't need anything else; if they were hurting for food everyone else was too. Shelter was paid for. If you died and there was anything left to bury, that was paid for. If you were too injured to function again, paid for.
"But I cared about food. How could we not, you know?"
It's not an accusation. It's just a question, mostly rhetorical. Reiner lived in the same conditions he did as a cadet. The famine was inadvertently his fault (and Bertolt's, and Annie's, they weren't off the hook in Eren's mind). But he didn't magically have food either as far as Eren knows.
But Eren has been to Liberio too. They had food available but it was...less than stellar. That last day, the ice cream and whatever, that was a special occasion. A special occasion where Willy Tybur declared Eren the number one threat to Marley and Eren proved him right.
Here, they could get whatever they wanted for cheap. A few quests and it's all you can eat all the time.
"I'm glad you like them," he says, and means it, pretending he's not as pleased as he is by not meeting Reiner's eyes.
They reach the teleporter. It's something Eren still isn't used to even months later. Folkmore was different, and actually weirder. But either way it's strange to be one place then immediately somewhere else. For someone who gets sideways in time regularly, it's disorienting.
Without thought, he reaches for Reiner's hand before they step through, using that touch like he has done repeatedly since Reiner got to Ellipsa: as an anchor. It might not be fair, but it's not as unfair as he could be, not by a long shot.
That comment about food scarcity isn't an accusation. Reiner knows what Eren's accusations sound like: how Eren's voice swells with fury, even if it never reaches a shout anymore. (Reiner wishes it would.) Still, Reiner knows his responsibility in the matter. Of course he knows. He's the one who barreled through Wall Maria and inadvertently kicked off a famine.
Reiner thinks about that sometimes, though not as much as he once did. The famine was an unexpected consequence, right? It wasn't as though the higher-ups in Marley predicted that's what would happen after Wall Maria fell. Did they? Or did they not care? Did they not consider that their Warriors would also be "refugees" standing in the same food lines, surviving off of the same scraps? Either way, no one could have predicted that Paradis' government would sacrifice twenty percent of its remaining population so the rest could live.
A quarter of a million people, all dead. All because Reiner's actions robbed them of so much of their land.
Maybe the right thing for Reiner to do would be to never indulge in the foods he loves, sticking only to what his body needs to survive. But Reiner has all but given up on untangling right from wrong. Besides, that sort of self-flagellation wouldn't bring anyone back.
("So what if I was an ignorant kid? So what, Eren?")
He turns his mind away from such things, focusing on the flavor of the cookie, the way the chocolate chips melt on his tongue. Focusing on Eren beside him, green eyes not meeting Reiner's as he compliments Eren's baking. Wondering about Eren's childhood: a life without concern about money. Was it like that for everyone in Shiganshina? Or was Eren fortunate, his missing father's work as a doctor bringing in plenty?
Words hang on Reiner's lips, stemming from a sudden desire to tell Eren about his life back home. His real life, not the falsehood he peddled in Paradis. He wants to tell Eren about money being tightly tied to food in Liberio; he wants to explain that it was just him and his mom making ends meet, their blood marking them as unworthy of living with Reiner's father; he wants to tell Eren how thrilled his mother was when Reiner finally came home with a yellow armband.
He swallows those words as Eren's hand grasps his. It's warm. Too warm, just as it should be. Reiner threads their fingers together—easily, naturally—and holds on tight as they step through.
Reiner doesn't know how teleportation works. Is it magic? Technology? A combination of both? It's hard to say. All Reiner knows is that his body is transported from one place to another with nothing in the interim, a little magic drained away.
Where does that magic go? With his hand still tightly holding Eren's, Reiner wonders if their magic is off mingling somewhere, as twined together as their fingers. For some reason, the thought is satisfying.
As they come out the other side, Reiner brings Eren's hand to his lips, kissing the back just as he did in Eren's kitchen. Only this time, the temperature of Eren's skin is just right. He smiles, lashes lowering, lips still pressed to Eren's skin.
"Teleporting never stops being weird," he says, kissing Eren once more before letting their joined hands fall. Only then does Reiner step forward off of the teleport node, the sights and sounds of Blossomcrown's busy streets belatedly registering.
Pink. Pink everywhere. No, not just pink: cherry blossoms cover the streets, whirling in a gentle breeze, spreading color throughout the otherwise grayish district.
If Eren could hear Reiner's thoughts, his unanswered questions, he would say that higher ups just don’t give a shit about things like that. He doesn't think Marley planned to starve them, but if they all starved then wouldn't that save them the effort of coming to kill everyone? That's always been their plan as far as Eren knows, coming and murdering every single person on the island.
Joke's on them, isn't it. Maybe if they hadn't been so intent on that, Eren's genocide would never have to happen. Sure, whatever, the sins of their ancestors and all, but he's so tired of being beholden to what a bunch of dead people did. He doesn't care about the dead, unless it's people he personally lost. He barely cares about the living. Humanity as a whole only mattered to him when he thought the people in the walls were the only ones left. Even now, when he actively does not want to go home and kill everyone, he does not care about them.
Reiner doesn't know that, though couldn't he guess? Eren's apathy is something he still wears easily.
Whether or not he would answer about his own life is impossible to say; even he can't predict his own actions anymore. He knows a little about Reiner's life, gleaned from observation or whatever wild ass memory thing he has going on. The ins and outs, though? Those are a mystery, and one he doesn't ask about. If he asks, he opens a door he's not sure he can close again.
The teleporter is always strange. He wonders if Hange has learned how it works yet. Of course Eren doesn't really care, doesn't have a head for that kind of thing, but magic is so weird. This is more structured than the nebulous travel of Folkmore, but also more jarring at times.
Eren watches Reiner bring his hand to his lips, like he'd done in the kitchen, but less fraught. Less cold. Reiner's mouth against his skin for a brief second is hot, like it should be, like he wants (needs) it to be. He's staring, he realises, eyes wide, not blank and distant. This kind of touch might keep him from turning to stone, but it also serves another purpose: grounding. It's harder to get lost this way.
"It never does," he agrees, almost absently, still focused on the wrong things.
Reiner starts to walk and Eren follows, catching up to walk side by side. Isn't this what people on dates do, walk through cherry blossoms with their fingers laced together as if they've never tried to murder each other, never caused blood and pain? Levi and Hange want him to be normal. Would this count, or would they question him because of who he's with? Would Hange have some inane thing to say about safety like on that app that he likes to pretend he forgot about (that he hopes Hange forgot about, or would they just be happy for him?
Happy for them, the small bit of a normal life they can hold on to while they play pretend in the eternal spring air.
Eren doesn't remember happiness. He's not sure he wants to. Remembering happiness only makes the other things feel worse. He'll settle for neutrality.
"Food and then this ice cream thing?" he suggests.
Reiner catches a glimpse of Eren's eyes before he starts forward, wide and vivid green, blankness wiped away, the full force of Eren's focus on him, just him. It keeps the smile on Reiner's lips as they begin to walk side-by-side down Blossomcrown's streets, cherry blossoms swirling around their feet. Keeps his thoughts from drifting again, temporarily abating the guilt forever nipping at Reiner's heels (clawing at his back, dragging him down, crushing, suffocating). Keeps his focus on them, on this, on their stolen time.
He's eighteen now. Eren is twenty. There isn't much time left for either of them.
Reiner squeezes Eren's hand, his thumb stroking Eren's too-warm (perfect, so perfect) skin. Not much time, but they still have time for this. They still have time to be alive.
(That's enough, right? Three (five) more years? That has to be enough.)
Truth be told, Reiner hasn't been on many dates. (Has he? What counts as a date? Would he remember?) It's not as though he had much free time on Paradis. Besides, meaningless hookups were easier, less complicated. Holding hands is an important part of dates, as far as Reiner knows. But for once, Reiner isn't thinking about playing a role. He isn't thinking about how he should present himself or mold his personality into an appropriate shape. He holds Eren's hand not because that's proper date behavior: he holds it because Eren reached for him, and Reiner won't let go.
Is this the first time Eren has reached for him first? Not ever, not in their world—but here? Reiner can't always trust his memory anymore: it shifts beneath his feet, twisting and molding into different shapes, details lost and found. But he thinks this is the first time. He holds on as though it is.
"Yeah, that sounds good," Reiner says, his smile mostly faded but still lingering in his voice. "We can walk until we find something that smells good, right?"
Words that Reiner wouldn't have remembered on his own, drunk as he was. That's one advantage of text-based conversation.
"You get final say." He looks at Eren before adding, "We're celebrating your birthday."
Celebrating it on Reiner's birthday, sure. But his drunken self had been quite insistent, and personally, Reiner thinks he was onto something.
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I haven't celebrated in a long time. It wasn't mourning either, just running out of time. Needing to hurry.
The last one this year, I didn't talk to anyone about it. It just happened. I shouldn't be alive but I am. It's weird.
You have time left though. We said we'd live, right? What do you want to do?
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[ Things he would never admit while sober. ]
It was March 30th, right? Why didn't you do anything?
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I don’t know. There were less of you here then. I didn't really know where I stood then with everyone. It doesn't really matter. Some of them can never know the significance of me living this long.
[ He's aware the math doesn't add up and that part about not knowing where he stands might seem well and he might be tipping his hand too far. But this is in text and Reiner is drunk anyway so whatever. ]
1/2
I really don't like our world's future
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I decided what I wanna do. I wanna celebrate your birthday
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[ But enough of that! ]
My birthday was months ago. Don’t you mean you want to celebrate yours?
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Okay. How?
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Ice cream cake. Like it's both? That sounds amazing actually.
Ok. There's something I want to tell you in person anyway.
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3/3
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Don’t get a hangover.
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Okay beautiful
switches this to DATE NIGHT I guess
He found time earlier that day to make cookies. The only ones he knows how to make are chocolate chip, so that will have to do. They don't look beautiful but they're not burned and they taste fine. He…made way too many, so he left some on the counter at home without any explanation whatsoever. If Levi doesn't eat them, Hange will probably wander in and eat them. No big deal.
Hopefully the cat doesn't suddenly discover a liking for chocolate chips.
He has the cookies in a paper bag which he awkwardly shoves at Reiner when the other boy appears.
"Here," is all he says.
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(How the hell did he manage to get an actual date? He has no idea. Gift horse, etc.)
Reiner is dressed a little nicer than usual, which translates as a button-down shirt with no knife on his belt. Not that either of them needs a knife for this to turn into a fight. The intent is there, though: Reiner is aiming for a night where they don't get pissed off. How successful he'll be remains to be seen.
Eren greets him with a bag shoved at him, which Reiner accepts gingerly, not wanting to crush whatever is inside.
"What is it?" he asks, curiously opening the bag. He peers inside and pauses, lips parting. "… These are for me?"
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He also doesn't have a knife on him this time, but they both know that doesn't matter. He keeps his nails long these days to avoid having to bite, but...they're a threat just be existing. Eren isn't scared of that threat. But he's also not especially worried about it, not today. Is this a truce? It has to be, right? No one just goes on a date with an outright enemy. Probably.
Eren shrugs and looks off across the street, pretending not to be embarrassed. This was stupid. Why is he so stupid, he wonders. What the hell.
"I learned how to make them recently. I had extra."
These are both true things, but the explanation is misleading. He learned to make them so he could make them for people. He had extra after he made these ones, specifically today, for Reiner's birthday. He just can't be straightforward about it because he's Eren.
"Where do you wanna go?"
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When was the last time Reiner had homemade cookies? It had to be in Liberio, most likely on one of those occasions when Reiner did particularly well on some Warrior exam. A reward, not a gift. Not something without strings attached.
"Thank you, Eren," he finally says, completely sincere. Only then does Reiner reach into the bag, carefully removing a cookie, holding the imperfectly shaped treat almost delicately. He doesn't mind if they're the extras (as he believes Eren's misdirection); they're still his. Still a gift.
Then he raises his eyes, focusing on Eren's question. He reviewed enough of his drunken text messages to recall the date he proposed, and he spent a portion of the day looking up places to get ice cream cake. (The ice cream cake is essential!)
"How about somewhere that isn't cold?" Reiner suggests, still relieved that Hange's potion was effective. "I haven't explored Blossomcrown much. Does that sound good?"
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"You're welcome," Eren says, surprised at himself for saying it. But he means it. It's not like this was an afterthought. He doesn't know much about gift giving, and he gives himself more than he gives actual items. That kind of gift is always a double-edged sword, tinged with his lies and manipulation and violence. Even Mikasa and Armin were not immune to it in the end, but he needed them to do what he needed them to do.
When it shifted so that Reiner is included in people he wants to protect, he's not sure. That night in the dark? Before that? The day Reiner didn't kill him when he could have, the Armored's mouth against him? Did he always feel this, underneath his rage? He doesn't know.
"Somewhere that isn't cold, definitely," he agrees. "Blossomcrown it is. There's probably good food there. There's good food everywhere."
He has no idea what you do on dates, but they were supposed to get food, this time (hopefully?) without Eren being a menace about it. That's the real birthday present, isn't it, Eren being as much of a person as he can manage to be.
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("We can be something else."
"Alive."
"Just who do you think I am? Where are we, Reiner?"
"You and me, we're exactly the same."
"But I'm worse."
"Don't die. Don't die like this.")
Somewhere amid that puzzle stands Eren, shoving a paper bag filled with homemade cookies into Reiner's hands. Somehow, they're here instead of trying to kill each other: Reiner proposing a date, Eren agreeing; two young men with the power of the Titans setting off to celebrate Eren's birthday on Reiner's.
As they start toward the nearest teleportation node—by far the fastest way to travel to Blossomcrown, even if it will take a sliver of magic—Reiner continues to hold his cookie like it's something precious, apparently just wanting to look and touch before he tastes.
"Yeah, this world has wonderful food. The selection is incredible. They sell so many fancy things for practically nothing, too."
Reiner shakes his head, still amazed by that. Then he brings the cookie to his lips, inhaling its scent before taking a bite. He savors it, enjoying the flavor, enjoying the fact that Eren made it even more.
"These are good," he says sincerely.
this got away from me and I rambled on orz
Though he meant to die with the fact that he'd cut off his own leg, and Levi knows now. They haven't talked about it. (We don’t do that here.) He's not even sure if Levi consciously remembers. He'd rather not know.
Reiner, in the future, could put that together. Reiner here doesn't need to know about Liberio, let alone the looming end of the world. He might give it away, on purpose, on accident, in anger or in desperation.
Not today. Today they're supposed to be celebrating. Eren hasn't put much stock in birthdays for a long time. Before he knew about the titan timer, they were just the passage of time. Congrats, you didn't die for another year.
Now, on the other side of knowing, on the other side of when he should have died, he's not sure what to do. He should be 19 forever. He shouldn't still exist.
He does not want to die. Not at 19 or 20 or 23. It hasn't entirely sunk in that the whole thing is different.
But he made cookies for Reiner, also counting down a timer in his mind. They're going to get a cake that is also ice cream? Incredible.
"I never cared about money," Eren says. He never even thought about money. The military paid for what it paid for. He didn't need anything else; if they were hurting for food everyone else was too. Shelter was paid for. If you died and there was anything left to bury, that was paid for. If you were too injured to function again, paid for.
"But I cared about food. How could we not, you know?"
It's not an accusation. It's just a question, mostly rhetorical. Reiner lived in the same conditions he did as a cadet. The famine was inadvertently his fault (and Bertolt's, and Annie's, they weren't off the hook in Eren's mind). But he didn't magically have food either as far as Eren knows.
But Eren has been to Liberio too. They had food available but it was...less than stellar. That last day, the ice cream and whatever, that was a special occasion. A special occasion where Willy Tybur declared Eren the number one threat to Marley and Eren proved him right.
Here, they could get whatever they wanted for cheap. A few quests and it's all you can eat all the time.
"I'm glad you like them," he says, and means it, pretending he's not as pleased as he is by not meeting Reiner's eyes.
They reach the teleporter. It's something Eren still isn't used to even months later. Folkmore was different, and actually weirder. But either way it's strange to be one place then immediately somewhere else. For someone who gets sideways in time regularly, it's disorienting.
Without thought, he reaches for Reiner's hand before they step through, using that touch like he has done repeatedly since Reiner got to Ellipsa: as an anchor. It might not be fair, but it's not as unfair as he could be, not by a long shot.
HAHA SAME…
Reiner thinks about that sometimes, though not as much as he once did. The famine was an unexpected consequence, right? It wasn't as though the higher-ups in Marley predicted that's what would happen after Wall Maria fell. Did they? Or did they not care? Did they not consider that their Warriors would also be "refugees" standing in the same food lines, surviving off of the same scraps? Either way, no one could have predicted that Paradis' government would sacrifice twenty percent of its remaining population so the rest could live.
A quarter of a million people, all dead. All because Reiner's actions robbed them of so much of their land.
Maybe the right thing for Reiner to do would be to never indulge in the foods he loves, sticking only to what his body needs to survive. But Reiner has all but given up on untangling right from wrong. Besides, that sort of self-flagellation wouldn't bring anyone back.
("So what if I was an ignorant kid? So what, Eren?")
He turns his mind away from such things, focusing on the flavor of the cookie, the way the chocolate chips melt on his tongue. Focusing on Eren beside him, green eyes not meeting Reiner's as he compliments Eren's baking. Wondering about Eren's childhood: a life without concern about money. Was it like that for everyone in Shiganshina? Or was Eren fortunate, his missing father's work as a doctor bringing in plenty?
Words hang on Reiner's lips, stemming from a sudden desire to tell Eren about his life back home. His real life, not the falsehood he peddled in Paradis. He wants to tell Eren about money being tightly tied to food in Liberio; he wants to explain that it was just him and his mom making ends meet, their blood marking them as unworthy of living with Reiner's father; he wants to tell Eren how thrilled his mother was when Reiner finally came home with a yellow armband.
He swallows those words as Eren's hand grasps his. It's warm. Too warm, just as it should be. Reiner threads their fingers together—easily, naturally—and holds on tight as they step through.
Reiner doesn't know how teleportation works. Is it magic? Technology? A combination of both? It's hard to say. All Reiner knows is that his body is transported from one place to another with nothing in the interim, a little magic drained away.
Where does that magic go? With his hand still tightly holding Eren's, Reiner wonders if their magic is off mingling somewhere, as twined together as their fingers. For some reason, the thought is satisfying.
As they come out the other side, Reiner brings Eren's hand to his lips, kissing the back just as he did in Eren's kitchen. Only this time, the temperature of Eren's skin is just right. He smiles, lashes lowering, lips still pressed to Eren's skin.
"Teleporting never stops being weird," he says, kissing Eren once more before letting their joined hands fall. Only then does Reiner step forward off of the teleport node, the sights and sounds of Blossomcrown's busy streets belatedly registering.
Pink. Pink everywhere. No, not just pink: cherry blossoms cover the streets, whirling in a gentle breeze, spreading color throughout the otherwise grayish district.
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Joke's on them, isn't it. Maybe if they hadn't been so intent on that, Eren's genocide would never have to happen. Sure, whatever, the sins of their ancestors and all, but he's so tired of being beholden to what a bunch of dead people did. He doesn't care about the dead, unless it's people he personally lost. He barely cares about the living. Humanity as a whole only mattered to him when he thought the people in the walls were the only ones left. Even now, when he actively does not want to go home and kill everyone, he does not care about them.
Reiner doesn't know that, though couldn't he guess? Eren's apathy is something he still wears easily.
Whether or not he would answer about his own life is impossible to say; even he can't predict his own actions anymore. He knows a little about Reiner's life, gleaned from observation or whatever wild ass memory thing he has going on. The ins and outs, though? Those are a mystery, and one he doesn't ask about. If he asks, he opens a door he's not sure he can close again.
The teleporter is always strange. He wonders if Hange has learned how it works yet. Of course Eren doesn't really care, doesn't have a head for that kind of thing, but magic is so weird. This is more structured than the nebulous travel of Folkmore, but also more jarring at times.
Eren watches Reiner bring his hand to his lips, like he'd done in the kitchen, but less fraught. Less cold. Reiner's mouth against his skin for a brief second is hot, like it should be, like he wants (needs) it to be. He's staring, he realises, eyes wide, not blank and distant. This kind of touch might keep him from turning to stone, but it also serves another purpose: grounding. It's harder to get lost this way.
"It never does," he agrees, almost absently, still focused on the wrong things.
Reiner starts to walk and Eren follows, catching up to walk side by side. Isn't this what people on dates do, walk through cherry blossoms with their fingers laced together as if they've never tried to murder each other, never caused blood and pain? Levi and Hange want him to be normal. Would this count, or would they question him because of who he's with? Would Hange have some inane thing to say about safety like on that app that he likes to pretend he forgot about (that he hopes Hange forgot about, or would they just be happy for him?
Happy for them, the small bit of a normal life they can hold on to while they play pretend in the eternal spring air.
Eren doesn't remember happiness. He's not sure he wants to. Remembering happiness only makes the other things feel worse. He'll settle for neutrality.
"Food and then this ice cream thing?" he suggests.
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He's eighteen now. Eren is twenty. There isn't much time left for either of them.
Reiner squeezes Eren's hand, his thumb stroking Eren's too-warm (perfect, so perfect) skin. Not much time, but they still have time for this. They still have time to be alive.
(That's enough, right? Three (five) more years? That has to be enough.)
Truth be told, Reiner hasn't been on many dates. (Has he? What counts as a date? Would he remember?) It's not as though he had much free time on Paradis. Besides, meaningless hookups were easier, less complicated. Holding hands is an important part of dates, as far as Reiner knows. But for once, Reiner isn't thinking about playing a role. He isn't thinking about how he should present himself or mold his personality into an appropriate shape. He holds Eren's hand not because that's proper date behavior: he holds it because Eren reached for him, and Reiner won't let go.
Is this the first time Eren has reached for him first? Not ever, not in their world—but here? Reiner can't always trust his memory anymore: it shifts beneath his feet, twisting and molding into different shapes, details lost and found. But he thinks this is the first time. He holds on as though it is.
"Yeah, that sounds good," Reiner says, his smile mostly faded but still lingering in his voice. "We can walk until we find something that smells good, right?"
Words that Reiner wouldn't have remembered on his own, drunk as he was. That's one advantage of text-based conversation.
"You get final say." He looks at Eren before adding, "We're celebrating your birthday."
Celebrating it on Reiner's birthday, sure. But his drunken self had been quite insistent, and personally, Reiner thinks he was onto something.
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we can wrap up here if you like?
sure!