[ Eren is surprised enough that he's completely still for a moment.
Time spins around him, all the futures he wants and cannot have, the future that is looming in the distance, that is happening right now, oceans of blood.
Levi's face in bandages.
Eren's face missing an eye.
The same injuries, mirrored, perhaps some sick sort of penance for the unknown fate that awaits a man he loves too much.
Eren's eyes flick up, wide and green and alive, meeting stormy grey. Then Levi is actually kissing him and nothing else matters.
This is how they lose the war.
If he asks Levi to run, will he do it? He doesn't think so but he lets himself dream it for the split second of stretched out time that hangs in the air.
He finally lets go of Levi's jacket and reaches up, fingers against the back of his neck, tracing up into the shortest part of the undercut. He's wondered what it would feel like to brush his hands over those shaved pieces. Now he doesn't have to wonder.
Eren will always take more than he is given and that's true here too. He's kissed people before, sure, but somehow this feels different to him. He's thought about this a zillion times, sometimes in a hazy nonspecific way and sometimes in embarrassing detail. But the reality is always different, isn't it?
He parts his lips almost immediately, leaning up to demand more. He's still sitting down and the only way to get leverage is to stand. He doesn't dare. He's afraid if he does he'll break whatever spell is cast between them.
When he stands up and walks out of this room, it's still Captain. (It's still Captain in his mind, but that word means different things to him in different thoughts.)
Levi. Eren.
Us, he thinks. Humanity's strongest. Humanity's "hope." Maybe they will find another way after all.
i don't either it's fine
Time spins around him, all the futures he wants and cannot have, the future that is looming in the distance, that is happening right now, oceans of blood.
Levi's face in bandages.
Eren's face missing an eye.
The same injuries, mirrored, perhaps some sick sort of penance for the unknown fate that awaits a man he loves too much.
Eren's eyes flick up, wide and green and alive, meeting stormy grey. Then Levi is actually kissing him and nothing else matters.
This is how they lose the war.
If he asks Levi to run, will he do it? He doesn't think so but he lets himself dream it for the split second of stretched out time that hangs in the air.
He finally lets go of Levi's jacket and reaches up, fingers against the back of his neck, tracing up into the shortest part of the undercut. He's wondered what it would feel like to brush his hands over those shaved pieces. Now he doesn't have to wonder.
Eren will always take more than he is given and that's true here too. He's kissed people before, sure, but somehow this feels different to him. He's thought about this a zillion times, sometimes in a hazy nonspecific way and sometimes in embarrassing detail. But the reality is always different, isn't it?
He parts his lips almost immediately, leaning up to demand more. He's still sitting down and the only way to get leverage is to stand. He doesn't dare. He's afraid if he does he'll break whatever spell is cast between them.
When he stands up and walks out of this room, it's still Captain. (It's still Captain in his mind, but that word means different things to him in different thoughts.)
Levi. Eren.
Us, he thinks. Humanity's strongest. Humanity's "hope." Maybe they will find another way after all.
He knows they won't, but please. If only. ]