[They will. They have to. Especially now. Especially now.
[Parted lips plead for more from Levi; he delivers. Rarely has he been in the position of standing above someone while they kiss, but with Eren seated, he has all the leverage he needs. Leaning down, he deepens the kiss, his free hand coming up to brush through Eren's hair, fingers bending to grasp, caress. His hand settles at the nape of the boy's neck.
[It feels profound. That's the only word that fits; still, it doesn't do it justice. It's more than release. There's freedom to this moment - such terrible, intoxicating freedom.
["Freedom" which Eren cares so much about. Levi wonders if he can feel it too.]
[ There aren't many people that Eren would let touch his neck at all. It's his biggest physical weakness, after all. And Levi is the deadliest when it comes to killing titans. But Levi touching his neck like this, steady and real, while they kiss, is everything he wants.
Well. Not everything. In this moment, it's enough.
It should be him, Eren thinks. Not Armin. Not Mikasa. Not a gunshot from across the yard. It should always have been Levi. What a morbid thought to have in the middle of this unexpected intimacy, one of the only things in the past year and change that has truly taken Eren by surprise.
Despite all of his yelling about it, Eren knows now the awful truth that he has never been free. They were not free inside the walls. They are not free outside the walls. Eren himself is bound by a fate of his own making, a fate of the world twisting him in knots, the consequence of a boy with too much rage and too much power, generational trauma spiralling outward. He will consume the whole world with that fate. A slave to his freedom.
But.
There is now this choice. Are they damning everyone on the island? Probably. Is there another way, something between eradication of Paradis and eradication of the world? Eren thinks — knows — there is not.
It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter! Eren holds on to Levi like a lifeline and kisses him like he will never get to kiss anyone again.
It is freeing, though, to make a different choice, something he had not foreseen. Levi told him once to make a choice and live with it. So he does.
Eventually even titan shifters have to breathe and he gasps softly with the intake of air, still holding on and unwilling to let go. ]
What do we do now? I don't want you to die.
[ That's his fear, after all. He doesn't really care if the island gets wrecked. The Rumbling would wreck half of it anyway. He cares about Levi, and his other friends, the closeknit family that was left after Zeke killed pretty much all the Scouts. They have to live. Most of them, if not all of them, have to live. ]
probably wrapping soon but we can start another <3
[It ends all too soon - ever too soon. Eren parts from him for a breath, and Levi echoes it, grey eyes remaining closed for a long, lingering moment. Gently, affectionately, slender fingers still comb through Eren's short hair, savoring that feeling of closeness, closeness, closeness with the boy he couldn't bear to be close to.
[Levi doesn't know the Hell that Eren faces in his own mind, but it's clear now, at least, that there is one. He wants to understand - needs to understand, in fact, because a difference must be made, a solution must be found. This fight won't end on the grounds of defeatism. He won't allow it. He can't.
[Especially now.]
We need to get back. [His voice, for what it's worth, is gentle.]
When it's safe, I'll meet with you. We'll figure out what to do next.
[ Eren wonders for a minute what Levi's fingers would feel like in longer hair, something he will never have the luxury of knowing.
Or will he? ]
We'll never be safe, Captain.
[ That isn't what Levi meant, and Eren knows it. He says it all the same. His views on the world haven't changed, but he's agreed to stop, to stay here.
To be Eren and Levi, when they can, for the short moments that matter more than the horrors they still face. ]
Of course I trust you.
[ Levi is maybe the most trustworthy person Eren can think of. Eren isn't trustworthy, not now, but he'll make an attempt to be, staving off his apocalypse for as long as he can.
Eren has always chosen the few over the many, and this isn't all that different. ]
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[Parted lips plead for more from Levi; he delivers. Rarely has he been in the position of standing above someone while they kiss, but with Eren seated, he has all the leverage he needs. Leaning down, he deepens the kiss, his free hand coming up to brush through Eren's hair, fingers bending to grasp, caress. His hand settles at the nape of the boy's neck.
[It feels profound. That's the only word that fits; still, it doesn't do it justice. It's more than release. There's freedom to this moment - such terrible, intoxicating freedom.
["Freedom" which Eren cares so much about. Levi wonders if he can feel it too.]
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Well. Not everything. In this moment, it's enough.
It should be him, Eren thinks. Not Armin. Not Mikasa. Not a gunshot from across the yard. It should always have been Levi. What a morbid thought to have in the middle of this unexpected intimacy, one of the only things in the past year and change that has truly taken Eren by surprise.
Despite all of his yelling about it, Eren knows now the awful truth that he has never been free. They were not free inside the walls. They are not free outside the walls. Eren himself is bound by a fate of his own making, a fate of the world twisting him in knots, the consequence of a boy with too much rage and too much power, generational trauma spiralling outward. He will consume the whole world with that fate. A slave to his freedom.
But.
There is now this choice. Are they damning everyone on the island? Probably. Is there another way, something between eradication of Paradis and eradication of the world? Eren thinks — knows — there is not.
It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter! Eren holds on to Levi like a lifeline and kisses him like he will never get to kiss anyone again.
It is freeing, though, to make a different choice, something he had not foreseen. Levi told him once to make a choice and live with it. So he does.
Eventually even titan shifters have to breathe and he gasps softly with the intake of air, still holding on and unwilling to let go. ]
What do we do now? I don't want you to die.
[ That's his fear, after all. He doesn't really care if the island gets wrecked. The Rumbling would wreck half of it anyway. He cares about Levi, and his other friends, the closeknit family that was left after Zeke killed pretty much all the Scouts. They have to live. Most of them, if not all of them, have to live. ]
probably wrapping soon but we can start another <3
[Levi doesn't know the Hell that Eren faces in his own mind, but it's clear now, at least, that there is one. He wants to understand - needs to understand, in fact, because a difference must be made, a solution must be found. This fight won't end on the grounds of defeatism. He won't allow it. He can't.
[Especially now.]
We need to get back. [His voice, for what it's worth, is gentle.]
When it's safe, I'll meet with you. We'll figure out what to do next.
I need you to trust me until then.
yeah totally fine to wrap o7
Or will he? ]
We'll never be safe, Captain.
[ That isn't what Levi meant, and Eren knows it. He says it all the same. His views on the world haven't changed, but he's agreed to stop, to stay here.
To be Eren and Levi, when they can, for the short moments that matter more than the horrors they still face. ]
Of course I trust you.
[ Levi is maybe the most trustworthy person Eren can think of. Eren isn't trustworthy, not now, but he'll make an attempt to be, staving off his apocalypse for as long as he can.
Eren has always chosen the few over the many, and this isn't all that different. ]
We can go back.