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[ . . . huh. he actually hadn’t thought about the barrier that way and still wondered. his memory from before the initial shift was really hazy, a mix of what it felt like to sleep plus what he was thinking beforehand. everything jumbled up and he’s not sure what’s what. ]

I didn’t . . . Realize that. [ but he’s gotten a bit of realization over his features. it just snapped together in a way he didn’t notice. well. he was going to prolong it, but maybe it’s better make this get into gear. he sees elliot’s tension and tries his best to reassure him with his eyes alone as he begins to step away from him. ]

Cover your ears when you see the light. [ . . . ] Everything’s going to be fine.

[Didn't realize that...oh, that's reassuring. But he guesses his memory was hazy of that night.

Oh, it's getting time for it to happen. He takes a deep breath and gives a little nod, trying his hardest to believe in the assurances. It'll be okay, Eren wouldn't ask him out here unless he was POSITIVE it'd be fine. It'll be okay...

He gives a shaky little nod. Clearly nervous as heck]

O-Okay...

[ there’s only so much reassurance he can give before he has to let actions do the talking for him. eren has to let him go and keep walking, looking over his shoulder and measuring the distance.

and once it feels right, eren takes a deep breath in. he’s got his hand, and he’s got solid determination for what he wants to do. it’ll sap his energy, but it’s necessary and worth it. without further ado, there’s a spark, and following that spark comes a massive bolt from somewhere up above. it crashes down like lightning would, and makes the same ear-splitting sound as it hits eren—

the rest is fast, but like an unseen hand painting a picture. first comes the structure of bone, then comes flesh, eren disappearing into the nape, tendons, ligaments, extra muscle until skin is the last to creep over blood red. behold, the meat mecha.

he refrains from roaring, that’s not a way he should be saying “hi”, but the beginnings of one get strangled in his throat. freedom cry, you shall stay quiet today. it takes a minute to get a handle of his space and where everything stands, using the lights as landmarks. then, once he’s found him, he stares down (menacingly?? it’s dark and he looks predatory) at a very tiny elliot. for now, that’s all he does.

please don’t run. he needs him still before going to step two. ]

[Elliot can practically feel his nerves eating away at him. If it was anyone else but Eren, he'd probably be real tempted to run or at least ready his weapon. Because this is crazy right? Exposing himself to a titan in the second time in a month is crazy.

But, he stays. As soon as he sees that bolt, he covers his ears. Being able to use lightning magic himself makes it easier to accept lightning coming down from the sky. And what comes after? It reminds him of the memory of Zoro-Agruga coming to life, except with added muscles and flesh being added to the bones. It's both worth awe, and terror.

When it's all done, that same Titan from the other day is once again in front of him. He holds up the flashlight to try to get a good look- but the flashlight's beam is far from adequate to see all of him.

Elliot's terrified, and it shows on his face. But, he doesn't run. If anything, he's frozen in place. He's really praying this is gonna go how Eren hoped it'd go]

E-Eren...?

[ he sees how afraid he is, probably smells it, and if elliot’s come this far without turning heel, it’s because— he really trusts his word. he can’t let him down. eren takes a step, but makes no vocal sound, making sure to hold some distance so he wouldn’t spook him too much. at least he’s in better view of the flashlight. during this, the earth takes his impact tremor with his step, until he kneels down with one leg, just enough to get a much better look down at him.

he’s probably looking scary right now, really scary, but hang in there.

he wanted to say something; his throat make a low sounding roll that wasn’t dissimilar to a growl, which is instantly cut off. no growling either. he has to think for a few seconds, eyes looking down and sideways as he does. one thing is much more apparent than the last time, the lost titan that had went after the dome acted rather primal. this titan has actions directly human.

after that thought, slowly, eren offers his hand out to elliot, palm up and arm extended. elliot would have to come the rest of the way that was left, but that was the whole point. to present himself even less as a threat, coupled with the concerned but hopeful furrow of brows: he makes the most unthreatening sound a giant can make, a cross between a coo (the one and only time elliot would ever hear eren remotely coo) and a purr. ]

[Yeah let's just say it's very good that Elliot had the foresight to empty his bladder before coming here. Even if Eren is trying to be as not scary as possible, this is still pretty scary. The earth tremors from Eren's movements make Elliot stumble a little, but he manages not to fall over. Through his mind, the memories of all the giant beasts he's face fly through, reminding him of the danger.

But through his own fear, he can tell that the Titan is behaving different than before. There's more focus in those eyes, and more control over his movements. There's a consciousness to his size as well, meaning Elliot doesn't have to keep jumping out of the way from being crushed. Eren really is trying to be as non-threatening as possible - it's not hard for Elliot to pick up on that.

Then, he offers the hand to Elliot. The gesture, it reminds him of all the times Eren would offer his hand to him. Each time, he would take it, most of the time without thinking. His mind also wanders back to that conversation in the snow he remembers. When Rean insisted he could be a danger to them all and they accepted him anyway.

....

With a deep breath, he carefully steps towards the hand. When he gets close enough, instead of climbing on it, he'll reach out with his hand and rest it on top of his fingertips. He tries to reassure himself with the sound of the giant cooing. Right, nothing to be afraid of...]

H-Hey there...

[ it’s too bad he can’t even smile like this. no lips. but elliot’s hand on one of his fingers was already the biggest step, he wasn’t expecting him to just. jump onto his palm when he’s still shaking up an internal. in this case, he’s alright with smaller steps. with all those times he did hold his hand out the same way to elliot, and he would take it. he stations his kneel, and carefully, with his sensibility on turbo, eren brings his thumb over the top of elliot’s hand on his finger, resembling a hold. it takes a lot of to find the right balance, to make sure he isn’t crushing or squeezing too hard. looks like he’s got it.

he’s still nervous as heck though, and eren still can’t blame him. he’s patient, and he’s got an entire hour to break some ice.

elliot of all people probably knew how much eren was straight up rough and tumble— but he had always been gentle with him. firm when he needed to be, but elliot received a softness that eren didn’t show to others, and he wouldn’t make it an exception here just because he was a dozen more meters taller and beating vin diesel by a landslide in the RIPPED department.

it’s not just endearment he’s trying to pass on— it’s an extra step to reassurance, the immense amount of control and sense he has when his other hand shifts over to elliot, bringing just a fingertip to his face and brushing his hair out of the way, stroking his cheek. it might as well rival the touch of a feather. he might not have the same pretty face and bright blue eyes, but he’s still eren, down to his core. ]

[As that thumb goes over his hand, he's bracing for his hand to get crushed. It takes all his will not to snatch it away. But when it touches his hand? It's surprisingly gentle, with just enough weight put into it to make sure his hand doesn't get hurt....

That level of control, that's not nothing. There's no real way Eren could've pulled that off unless he was in complete control.

The reassurance does work, if that's what Eren's trying. As for when he brings that fingertip to brush Elliot's cheek. He won't flinch much or pull away. He'll even let out a little laugh at the awkwardness of the gesture. ]

Aha, okay. I get it. It's you.

[ it’s weird to see something so big be so delicate!! like he was. playing house or something, but no, this is from the heart. if elliot needed him, as a titan— how could he trust him if he’s afraid of him? the barrier has to come down, and inside that flesh, eren finds his actual lips pulling up.

that little rumble from his throat right now might sound like . . . a deep chuckle as he gives his cheek one last playful poke (with his pinky, to emphasize on his funny looking movements). he brings his hands back to him afterwards, briefly. eren takes both hands now, cupping them, before holding back to elliot and setting them down against the grass for stability.

now he wants to give him a lift. his pointed ears fold back subtly, before sounding a short and soft grunt, eyes pointing upwards before falling back down to him. he wants to take him somewhere, it seems. ]

[Eren's not wrong there. There may be a chance in the future where they'll need Eren's power. It was better to get Elliot acclimated to it now than expect him to do so at a dire moment.

That rumble...it did sound a bit like a chuckle. He guesses it's not possible for Eren to really talk in that form. But the body language alone is enough to make Elliot recognize who it is.

And speaking of body language, he moves to cup his hands- making a clear indication of what he wants Elliot to do. Climb up into those hands. He gulps a little.]

Ohhh boy.

[Right. Should've expected this to come. But, Elliot isn't going to back down now. Carefully, he lifts himself up and climbs onto the hand. It is beyond weird to climb onto a giant pair of hands, but it is what it is. He kneels down and leans on his hands against the skin of Eren's palm for balance. ]

N-Now I get how small animals feel...

[ he’s tried while conscious a few times during training week and . . . unless they wanted another spit shower, his jaws stay closed. period. it was also really embarrassing and prone to misinterpretation.

eren lets elliot feel more secure in one of the hands, still against the ground, then after a moment’s pause, takes the free hand away to drag his finger across the ground. drawing? writing? writing. he squints a little and uses the best of the lighting to make it coherent, before the hand cups back against his occupied hand.

it’s . . . different to see elliot so small, to see everything so small, and that was for lack of better wording without falling straight into weird, but he’s trying to get used to it. at least temporarily. his fingers curl to protect elliot from tipping out, and very slowly does he stand. going up! halfway up. and, before he actually does straighten up entirely, he makes a sound and points back to the earth below with a cock of his chin. you might need to shine the flashlight down, but it reads:

I won’t let you fall ]

[Yeah it took forever to wash all the drool off last time, so he appreciates the jaws staying closed tyvm.

He watches the actions with interest as he tries to get used to being in a giant's hand. This entire situation is new and different. Sure, still little scary, but at least he's calming down more and more. It gets even weirder when Eren starts standing and lifting up the hand. Like some strange ride at a carnival- minus any sort of actual seats or seatbelts.

Good thing that among the long list of things he's scared of, height somehow did not make the list.

When Eren indicates he wants him to look at the ground? He'll carefully move over to the edge of his hand, keeping his pace slow and trying to breath even. Right. He had been drawing something in the dirt. When he can look over (while holding onto one of Eren's fingers like a railing, he'll carefully shine a flashlight on what the message could be.

....Aw.]

I-I know. I trust you.

[ eren exhales, relieved to hear it and keep hearing it. it gives his an extra bounce in what to keep doing. another purr scratches the inside of his neck as he further stands, now straight and above some of the trees. most of the trees, cupped hands are held as close to him as possible while he starts stepping, cradling elliot in one once he feels he’s got him, pulling it to his upper chest and curling the outer fingers in to keep that railing effect.

he’s got a heart right where he holds elliot, probably his size and beating easy, steadily. like a bass drum. once he finds the view he wanted (making an oh sound). luckily, he’s not uncomfortably hot with the skin on. he’s comfortably warm, even, perfect for winter.

eren doesn’t have the sky to show him just how much closer they are to it, and he does look up to give a short hiss at the dome to verbalize his distaste, but there’s a bundle of lights that lead to the roads, and even more that lead to the city. the city’s nice when you can see all of it, really nice— it almost looks like that time on the hood of his car, except there were no moon or stars. at least it was still beautiful. ]

[He'll keep holding onto those fingers, not wanting to let go. Partly it's out of caution because while he trusts Eren not to drop him- he doesn't want to risk falling out either. And it's partly because well, it's the best view here.

But he can hear that heartbeat. It's much louder than the one he'd often hear from Eren, but it reminds him of it all the same. Comforting, in a way.

As for the view...]

Wow....

[Its beautiful. Even with the dome there, seeing the city all light up with small lights. It does remind him of that night on the car, or the few times he's been on a plane. Having the sky too would be better, but it's still beautiful]

Eheh, not many people get to see a view like this...

[ eren stares out toward the city with him, agreeing and making some more quaint sounding murrs, as if he were still talking to him. like a gentle dragon friend (might as well be part lizard too), staying completely silent sucked anyway— eren was communicative.

hands come up closer to eren’s face so he can see elliot on the same eye level. he doesn’t know what the dome’s for and he doesn’t know what’s to come— he just knows that he’s got a power that he can use for good now, and any fear he had of monster storms or the like slightly teeters. he shouldn’t really get too over his head, he isn’t an experienced shifter— but he’s made progress, and he’ll do what his past father told him. he’ll control this to protect what was important to him. if it depended solely on eren, he wouldn’t let anything remotely frightening get near the young man in his hands. it’s brief, but as the murring gives sequence, he shields one hand elliot’s on with his other to gesture that. he’s completely protected.

his face hovers closer to him, enough to come in contact with elliot. it’s a brush with his nose that caresses into his cheekbone. that is a giant sized cuddle you have earned. still on the same level, he offers his shoulder, broad enough to give him space from any edge. plus, his hair’s long enough to anchor onto without any problems. he wants to talk to him better. ]

[He hears those murrs. It figures that Eren would still be trying to communicate even though he couldn't talk. He laughs again when Eren tries to nuzzle him with that big nose, shifting his weight onto his far arm as he gets pushed a little by that cuddle- since dude you're massive]

Haha, wow there big guy.

[He'll reach up and pat his nose a couple times. He gets it, you're still as much of a cuddler as ever. But he'll pick up on that shoulder offer- but he's so gonna check first]

You want me to go on your shoulder?

[ don’t tell anyone of these cuddle tendencies. it’s even worse when he’s huge and looks like a halloween float. but he’ll nod his head and grunt, still holding his hand up to it, but giving a questioning tune. do you want to? because it isn’t necessary if it’s too high or more unstable feeling than his finger rails. ]

[Would anyone even believe him? Probably not. Elliot glances at that shoulder, he's a little nervous about it, but- it should be okay, right? Just think of it as sitting on a big tree branch.

Okay so he only knows that in theory, as he's a city boy whose never been around big trees. But the point stands!! ]

O-Okay...just catch me if I fall okay?

[He'll slowly climb over onto the shoulder, being careful with each move. When he's finally on, he moves to sit near the hair- so he can grab hold of it. He promises not to pull on it too much]

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[ eren rolls his eyes, not ill intended, because he’d be smiling and is already sounding something akin to a psh. there was a high string of doubt to not looking after him for that, and he wouldn’t let it get to the falling in the first place. his hand guards elliot until he sees he’s got a strand of hair— to which eren pulls at the opposite side with enough force to make it straighten out. come on, he won’t feel a thing.

now there could be a little less gorilla noises and a bit more comfort. the titan dips the head down to expose the neck. that’s certainly . . . skin moving. aw look it’s kicking! what a beautiful neck fetus indeed. with a bit more pulling, eren breaks out of the patch of skin like one would lift the screen of a cockpit, spewing some steam out as he does. it’s the same way as it was when they had to cut him out, there’s still flesh connected to him from the face to the arms and up the spine especially, but— he’s awake. sputtering a little and gasping for that new air, he clears his throat with a few more wet coughs before looking at him.

they had a good view still, and the meat mecha looks like it’s on emergency breaks. ]

Doing better?

[Elliot moves into a more comfortable sitting position on the shoulder, all while holding onto that lock of hair. Okay, this...this isn't so bad. It's surreal, but he's feeling more confident he can get used to this.

And then Eren breaks out of the back of the neck like some freaky alien birth. That's both horrifying and really gross. Elliot yells and thankfully is sitting, otherwise he would've been at risk for falling off. Instead, there's a sizable YANK on the hair]

GAH! E-Eren!?

[THE MEAT MECHA IS A LOT GROSSER THAN VALIMAR ]

[ clearly: eren’s gotten comfortable enough with this to feel like it’s something— well, not normal, but perhaps familiar? enough that it doesn’t hit him that open flesh and neck birth is precisely so: not normal. the people in his memories were used to seeing blood and guts everywhere, seeing live flesh wasn’t a problem. for them. ]

Huh?!

[ HE DOESN’T UNDERSTAND

DID THAT STARTLE HIM ]

E-everything’s fine, we’re not gonna fall!

[ CLEARLY THIS IS THE PROBLEM ]

T-That's not the problem!

Y-You just came out of its neck like a horror movie!

[

oh

elliot’s weak with gore ]

Shit— Sorry, sorry, you— you don’t need to look, I, [ hold on, he’ll fix this. how, he doesn’t know, he didn’t even think to start, but??? ] fucked up.

[Hey. In his defense it's not so much he's weak to gore as that's just GROSS for any normal person.

Give him a few more months

But Elliot will look away. LOOK BACK ON THE NICE VIEW]

N-No, I get it. I-It's a little hard for you to talk when through just growling.

[ then we are in agreement that eren is not normal

after a minute of looking tense, not that elliot sees it and you bet he’s taking advantage of that, he does . . . try to lighten his tone. ]

It sucks. [ that’s still a nice view, nevertheless. ] But I don’t need to talk much while throwing punches. [ that’s what this was for, anyway. look at that musculature. but he could derail, just this once. he could use it to take his boyfriend out on a forest stroll. ]

If I’m in this thing now, it’s ‘cause of you. And I don’t regret it.

[ as freaked out as he initially was, but— he’s had a lot of time to think about it. ]

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