It had been stupid. It had been stupid to figure he had most of the day to get back to the Keep. It had been stupid to figure as long as he could make it there by four o'clock, things would be fine. Because Dylan hadn't accounted for being stalked by those horrid little creatures. He hadn't accounted for being trapped by the lot of them. And as the sun began to set and the sickness settled in under his skin, Dylan was in a full panic -- knowing he was going to be caught outside. He was going to have to face what he feared most -- roaming free as a werewolf.
The only thing he knew for certain was he was near Eren's home. So, he shot off a panicked text to Eren because Eren is a monster too, right? Eren could handle him. Eren could maybe wrangle him. Throw some chains on him and call it a day. Anything to keep him from hurting anyone else.
Maybe Eren arrived right before Dylan transformed. If he had, Dylan would have reiterated what he said in the text message. Stop me from hurting anyone. No matter what it fucking takes. But either way, when the transformation happened, Dylan's skin exploded off into a bloody mess on fresh fallen snow. And the monster he became, upon smelling something fresh and warm, instantly went to attack.
And that was how they remained, locked in battle for much of the evening. It was only with the nearing of dawn that Dylan disengaged and put distance between himself and Eren -- settling near a cluster of trees. It ends with another explosion of blood, and Dylan comes back to himself, naked and suddenly cold. It's disorienting and he lets out a shuddered sob as his eyes sweep the area -- eventually landing on Eren. He reels back at the sight of him -- bloody and dangerous.
Of course Eren had answered. He wasn't as good at playing like he didn't care about anyone but himself these days. Maybe some of it was curiosity; from one monster to another, he wanted to see what it was like.
It was absolutely nothing like he imagined, the explosion of blood, the creature Dylan became that did not look like a literal wolf, the immediate ferocity. Eren was ready for it, though, teeth closing on his hand, the lightning strike that turned into the titan transformation before Dylan could cause him any real harm.
The werewolf was obviously much smaller than a fifteen meter tall titan. Eren could keep the creature from tearing into him for awhile with his armour. The biggest challenge was that he didn't actually want to hurt Dylan, but he couldn't stand against him as a human. Mostly he just defended.
It was only later he realised he probably could have just encased Dylan in titan crystal for the night and saved them both the fucking trouble. Hindsight and all that!
He's still a titan when Dylan goes back to being Dylan, impossibly large, green eyes blazing in the growing morning light. He looks down at Dylan from that height. The titan's face doesn't really have expression. It just has a lot of teeth.
He stays there for a long moment, guard up, but Dylan is really just Dylan. No more werewolf. Still a lot of blood. Well, fine.
Eren emerges from the back of the neck of the titan, pieces of it still hanging off him as the whole thing dissipates into too-hot steam, melting the snow around it as it goes. There won't be anything left of it; that's just how this goes. Eren's torn coat is somewhere in all the snow, but he doesn't really give a shit about that.
He finally ends up back on the ground. He doesn't look much the worse for wear in the end, though he's obviously tired.
"Dylan," he says, seeking…he's not sure. Recognition? A reaction to the titan itself? Confirmation that Dylan isn't going to burst out of his skin again?
Dylan's breath is jagged and rasped, clouds of air escaping him as he sits on the verge of hyperventilating or bursting into tears. Maybe both. He stares with an unblinking gaze as Eren emerges from the titan form. And then they're both back to humanoid...a few less clothes in the process. The sound Dylan lets out is choked, a futile attempt at suppressing his sob.
And then he gives up entirely, throwing his arms around Eren and taking a moment to weep against him. It's a mix of fear and confusion and shame. He clutches onto tattered fabric, clinging like a lifeline. And after a while of this, he finally finds his voice.
"Sorry. Fuck." The heel of his palm digs against his eyes to smear away tears that refuse to stop. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
The concern is squarely on Eren. Dylan cares very little whether he was hurt in the process. If Eren had to do something brutal, it didn't matter. It's not like Dylan feels it now. But it twists him up inside to think he could have hurt Eren and not even remembered it.
Eren still has his pants on; being shirtless is sort of a state of being for him since a little while before he got here. Clothes who? He doesn't give a shit.
He's stiff for a long moment when Dylan's arms come around him. Eren has never been good at comfort, not even back when he was relatively normal. Now he's all hard edges and weird bullshit that he can't escape from, even in his own head. But he does care about Dylan, obviously, so eventually he manages to just hold him and let him cry.
I used to cry like this, he thinks. When was that? A hundred years ago, feels like.
"It's hard to really hurt me," he says, which isn't exactly an answer. He kind of likes hurting anyway, the violence of it, something familiar in a strange place.
He realises how his answer sounds and amends, "No. I'm fine. That wolf thing packs a hell of a punch, though."
His eyebrows knit together just a little, the briefest hint that he's still actually a person despite his trying to distance himself from feelings.
"Don't worry about me. Are you sure you're okay? That transformation looks like it hurts."
Even knowing Eren isn't easily hurt (which was why he called Eren in the first place) -- it still bothers him this happened at all. That they fought and from the state of the surroundings -- it was bad. Blood everywhere, even if neither of them reflected the injuries sustained. It was bad, but it was also over. And Dylan should focus on that part.
He nods for a moment in place of words because he needs to calm down enough to speak. There's warmth and comfort in Eren's awkwardly returned embrace and Dylan takes a moment to soak that in -- to return to reality after losing time. It's over, it's over, it's fucking over for one more month.
"I'm good. I don't...remember it. So it might hurt when its happening, but once the wolf is out...I don't remember a damn thing. I just remember feeling so simultaneously hot and sick to my stomach and like something is about to burst, and then it goes dark. Like I've gone into a dreamless sleep."
His tongue traces his lips and he pulls his head back from Eren's shoulder where it had nestled temporarily.
"Or I guess got blackout drunk is probably a more accurate description. We should probably get out of here? There's a whole lot of blood and I don't really wanna sit here figuring out how much of it belongs to you or me. Can we go back to your place and get cleaned up?"
Eren knows Dylan is upset, obviously, but Eren himself isn't, really. Fighting is so much a part of his life that it's just in his bones, his soul, his whole being. He hasn't had a fight in a long time with anyone or anything that kept coming at him the way the werewolf could. If it hadn't upset his friend so much, he might have even enjoyed it. Not many people in Folkmore have hurt him, after all, not since Heine left.
Eren has some messed up feelings about violence, it's fine.
"I think the not remembering sounds a lot worse than the rest of it," Eren says, slowly. His own memories are a jumble of things, time out of order, the past and present superimposed over one another. That doesn't even touch on how many other people's memories he has now, 2,000 years of other titan shifters from several titans.
It's a lot. There's a reason he's as crazy as he is.
"When I first became a titan, I had something like that happen. I wouldn't remember what I'd done. I had to get a handle on that, though. It took awhile." Eren's own willpower and the help of his friends got him through it, but he has no idea if it's possible for Dylan to do the same with the werewolf transformation.
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backdated to full moon times~ (cw: blood and violence mention)
The only thing he knew for certain was he was near Eren's home. So, he shot off a panicked text to Eren because Eren is a monster too, right? Eren could handle him. Eren could maybe wrangle him. Throw some chains on him and call it a day. Anything to keep him from hurting anyone else.
Maybe Eren arrived right before Dylan transformed. If he had, Dylan would have reiterated what he said in the text message. Stop me from hurting anyone. No matter what it fucking takes. But either way, when the transformation happened, Dylan's skin exploded off into a bloody mess on fresh fallen snow. And the monster he became, upon smelling something fresh and warm, instantly went to attack.
And that was how they remained, locked in battle for much of the evening. It was only with the nearing of dawn that Dylan disengaged and put distance between himself and Eren -- settling near a cluster of trees. It ends with another explosion of blood, and Dylan comes back to himself, naked and suddenly cold. It's disorienting and he lets out a shuddered sob as his eyes sweep the area -- eventually landing on Eren. He reels back at the sight of him -- bloody and dangerous.
"Oh god...." his stomach turns. Dylan feels sick.
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It was absolutely nothing like he imagined, the explosion of blood, the creature Dylan became that did not look like a literal wolf, the immediate ferocity. Eren was ready for it, though, teeth closing on his hand, the lightning strike that turned into the titan transformation before Dylan could cause him any real harm.
The werewolf was obviously much smaller than a fifteen meter tall titan. Eren could keep the creature from tearing into him for awhile with his armour. The biggest challenge was that he didn't actually want to hurt Dylan, but he couldn't stand against him as a human. Mostly he just defended.
It was only later he realised he probably could have just encased Dylan in titan crystal for the night and saved them both the fucking trouble. Hindsight and all that!
He's still a titan when Dylan goes back to being Dylan, impossibly large, green eyes blazing in the growing morning light. He looks down at Dylan from that height. The titan's face doesn't really have expression. It just has a lot of teeth.
He stays there for a long moment, guard up, but Dylan is really just Dylan. No more werewolf. Still a lot of blood. Well, fine.
Eren emerges from the back of the neck of the titan, pieces of it still hanging off him as the whole thing dissipates into too-hot steam, melting the snow around it as it goes. There won't be anything left of it; that's just how this goes. Eren's torn coat is somewhere in all the snow, but he doesn't really give a shit about that.
He finally ends up back on the ground. He doesn't look much the worse for wear in the end, though he's obviously tired.
"Dylan," he says, seeking…he's not sure. Recognition? A reaction to the titan itself? Confirmation that Dylan isn't going to burst out of his skin again?
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And then he gives up entirely, throwing his arms around Eren and taking a moment to weep against him. It's a mix of fear and confusion and shame. He clutches onto tattered fabric, clinging like a lifeline. And after a while of this, he finally finds his voice.
"Sorry. Fuck." The heel of his palm digs against his eyes to smear away tears that refuse to stop. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
The concern is squarely on Eren. Dylan cares very little whether he was hurt in the process. If Eren had to do something brutal, it didn't matter. It's not like Dylan feels it now. But it twists him up inside to think he could have hurt Eren and not even remembered it.
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He's stiff for a long moment when Dylan's arms come around him. Eren has never been good at comfort, not even back when he was relatively normal. Now he's all hard edges and weird bullshit that he can't escape from, even in his own head. But he does care about Dylan, obviously, so eventually he manages to just hold him and let him cry.
I used to cry like this, he thinks. When was that? A hundred years ago, feels like.
"It's hard to really hurt me," he says, which isn't exactly an answer. He kind of likes hurting anyway, the violence of it, something familiar in a strange place.
He realises how his answer sounds and amends, "No. I'm fine. That wolf thing packs a hell of a punch, though."
His eyebrows knit together just a little, the briefest hint that he's still actually a person despite his trying to distance himself from feelings.
"Don't worry about me. Are you sure you're okay? That transformation looks like it hurts."
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He nods for a moment in place of words because he needs to calm down enough to speak. There's warmth and comfort in Eren's awkwardly returned embrace and Dylan takes a moment to soak that in -- to return to reality after losing time. It's over, it's over, it's fucking over for one more month.
"I'm good. I don't...remember it. So it might hurt when its happening, but once the wolf is out...I don't remember a damn thing. I just remember feeling so simultaneously hot and sick to my stomach and like something is about to burst, and then it goes dark. Like I've gone into a dreamless sleep."
His tongue traces his lips and he pulls his head back from Eren's shoulder where it had nestled temporarily.
"Or I guess got blackout drunk is probably a more accurate description. We should probably get out of here? There's a whole lot of blood and I don't really wanna sit here figuring out how much of it belongs to you or me. Can we go back to your place and get cleaned up?"
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Eren has some messed up feelings about violence, it's fine.
"I think the not remembering sounds a lot worse than the rest of it," Eren says, slowly. His own memories are a jumble of things, time out of order, the past and present superimposed over one another. That doesn't even touch on how many other people's memories he has now, 2,000 years of other titan shifters from several titans.
It's a lot. There's a reason he's as crazy as he is.
"When I first became a titan, I had something like that happen. I wouldn't remember what I'd done. I had to get a handle on that, though. It took awhile." Eren's own willpower and the help of his friends got him through it, but he has no idea if it's possible for Dylan to do the same with the werewolf transformation.
He glances around at the carnage in the snow.
"Yeah. Come on. We could both use a shower."