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[dreamsofwings]

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Armin - reincarnation AU

[dreamsofwings]

Eren had almost forgotten about the dreams. On tour, there's a whirlwind of activity, shows and afterparties and whatever stupid shit he does to chase the high of performing. He's always chasing something, whether he knows what it is or not. He needs the adrenaline of it, the rush in his veins, or he feels like he'll break down. He has a volatile temper; it's better to channel it into self-destruction than destroying others.

Probably.

But the tours always end and he goes back home. There's a new record in the works, which is a different whirlwind, but it leaves Eren alone with his thoughts for days at a time. There's nothing scheduled for awhile; his manager told him to "get some fucking rest for once." He probably won't do that. He's always been terrible at following orders, too like to run off on his own. There's some weird deja vu thread of familiarity in that thought, but he can never pin it down.

Eventually even Eren has to slow down a little.

He lays on his too big, too empty bed, clothes scattered around the room. They're all his clothes; he rarely lets anyone come home with him. If he fucks around, he goes somewhere else. This way, no one sees what a wreck he makes around him, literally or metaphorically.

Here in the city, it is never dark or quiet. But he thinks of a world where it could be, a tree on a hill somewhere and the endless, ominous blue sky. He's not sure when he closed his eyes or when he drifted out of time and into what he thinks is a dream. He's had this dream off and on his whole life. This is better than the other ones, death and blood and the ocean boiling so far below him it seems like it couldn't even exist.

His head clears a little and he stands in the still sands of the Paths. Sometimes when he's here, he knows what it is, if not when it is. He remembers, the mix of past/present/future thrumming inside him. When he wakes, he will have only bits and pieces of it.

He still thinks that this isn't real, of course.

There are other people here sometimes, but tonight it's just one, one constant presence.

Armin doesn't always look the same. Are there other lives lived in between? Do they exist at the same time? Is Armin really just some figment of Eren's imagination, creating some sort of conscience? He rejects that idea as much as he rejects that Armin is a real person.

He takes a step and the world changes, the water of the ocean coming up around his legs. He can feel straps along his chest, up his legs. (This is some weird fetish shit, he's thought before. Why the hell are they wearing harnesses at the ocean? Who does that?)

There's a green cloak next to him on the shore, folded over to obscure a logo he can't remember today.

He looks around.

"Armin?" he asks, uncertain, his voice too young in his ears.