[ well! damn!! there's no point in saying how he should've been just a little bit more persitent to have gotten that result, but— it's alright. eren's smiling ridiculously wide either way, shifting his leg to the touch and putting his hand over his. ]
I'm glad I don't have to say I should've.
[ the car slows down as they near a curve and continue on their way to the special spot, just in time to catch the sky turning orange, pink and purple from the blue. it's pixels but, there's still a certain beauty to it at least. ]
[He'll stand up, reaching over to pull the blanket that's pooled at the edge of the bed up higher so Akira can use it. Then he'll walk away so he can head to his piano and tablet, ready to get back to work on composing. ]
[Well that's a dramatic way to put it, what with that timing too. Elliot glances at the sunset, before he looks over at Eren. Even in pixels, the sun looks beautiful on him]
but then it also hits him that that was mildly (read: blatantly) syrupy. eren can feel the sweat building up by his cheeks and temples, feeling his face heat up and come on freddy you’re not helping (although he might raise the volume just a little to help distract elliot with some classics). ]
I— [ dark eren: marry me ] I’m just extra mushy today. [ also dark eren: NO!!!!! ]
[Oh sure, he'll glance at the radio quick. It helps stop him form noticing Eren face heat up. But it's only for a moment, before he looks back and gives a little smile]
Aha, well I guess it is our anniversary...so that's okay.
[ thank you, freddy. and thank you, composed light eren. real time eren can only huff and some falling strands of hair sticking to his face that, yes, is a masked exhale of relief. his eyes dart back at forth at his smile before looking ahead. he'll get nervous all over again, squeaky laughing under his breath and everything. he is not good at lying.
and hey, they're here! the greatest spot to stargaze and snuggle up. eren parks the car and opens his mouth, falls silent and snaps it back shut. ]
maybe the best option was to have said that he was super sick or something and couldn’t go out until the pixels were gone because his— his pixel allergies!! we’re totally acting up!! lord. ]
I meant— you were, are, great, and it’s—
[ he gestures outside. this was a mistake. butterfly doors, please open and fall on him (but now they just open). ]
I told you I was . . . [ nervous, and anxious, but not for the reason given, and he’s more than just embarrassed right now, rubbing his face before hands drag down his cheeks, and he smiles, taking elliot’s hand with both of his. ] Let’s go outside?
[ let him help you with that— letting elliot’s hands slip through his fingers so they can actually get out the right way. eren reaches into the back seat for the simple bag. there’s nothing about it that looks like a present, or the gifts eren usually gives to elliot.
to be honest, this one looks a little lackluster compared to others! in eren’s eyes, at least. it wasn’t what he had planned and a choice completely rushed, but it’d had to do, just as any distraction would. eren steps over toward the car’s hood and slips into sitting on it. ]
We can stay as long as we want this time, too. [ eren gestures for him to come over, holding the bag into his lap. ] I got something for you.
[Staying as long as they wanted...that sounded wonderful to Elliot.
Even if it looks lackluster in Eren's eyes, Elliot's eyes still light up when he sees it. He smiles warmly, not surprised that of course Eren would have some surprise gift. Eren was a big planner, and anniversaries were something worth noting]
eren holds the paper bag to him on his lap and waiting for elliot’s hands to take the hoops. eren’s other arm is settling over his boyfriend’s opposite shoulder and arm, giving it an admiring squeeze and keeping his lips pressed to elliot’s temple. a warm kiss for a warm moment.
opening the little bag and shifting through some of the gift wrapping paper, it’s—
but yes, the weird thing is that it’s actually one of eren’s displayed models. it was that rushed of a gift. he is sorry he couldn’t even build one just for elliot, but he presents his own lego baby with love. ]
He opens the gift and.....stares at it. Okay so...it's a mech? He thinks he's seen it around Eren's apartment. But....why would he be giving this....
Did it have some secret meaning? He turns the robot around in his arms, trying to get some context because WHO GIVES A LEGO ROBOT FOR AN ANNIVESARY GIFT. But he's doing his best to keep a smile up, even if it's clearly very confused!!!]
because eren is turning shades of color very fast. from pink, to cherry, to purple, he’s turning eggplant purple and it’s really hot all of a sudden like, you can cook an egg on his forehead, he’s sweating for real now, he’s cornered, he can feel it, this is the last time he ever trusts akira ]
It’s, Coyote Tango . . . And it— takes . . .
[ he wants to throw up, but instead he just smiles awkwardly and stupidly and, gestures
that he can’t speak. he is, in fact, shaking. look at those fingers. like damn!!!. ]
[ he knows he can’t keep him waiting in all this confusion and dark him is still saying PROPOSE YOU FOOL, but this is the sort of situation where eren would almost rather say “its cocaine” instead of admitting what all that white powder on his pants are and where exactly the powdered donuts went.
This is not how he expected the anniversary to go. I mean, it's not TERRIBLE. Eren's not breaking up with him or revealing he's been cheating on him or that he's dying again. But....
What do you even say to this. ]
Ah...w-well, okay. It's sweet? Thank you....
[he clears his throat]
Anyway, I wrote you a song. Want me to play it?
OCTOBER FIRST LIKE THE WIND and my thumb slipped the first time
[ so, if the last week and a half of september wasn’t just weird for these two, it’d be more lies. a big fat lie stuffed with lies. other than getting turned into a murder suspect, eren was that way on their anniversary, and after that— hmm, maybe akira wanted so much help with things or this or that, or just getting into “deep conversations” , that elliot couldn’t leave house mochi whenever they had dates. it’s fine!! it’s fine, eren could come over.
and still be sort of weirdly, weirdly quiet. he doesn’t want to end up alone with elliot because during another time when pressed he probably gave him another awkward nerd pearl: something along the lines of being drift compatible. this is embarrassing. he even had to use the “i’m getting sick” card to rectify his behavior but what good does that do? elliot’s a healer. eren can’t actually get sick anymore, anyway.
maybe it’s stress. look at him. poor guy.
until everything is back to normal, until eren runs to fix things and put the finishing touch on the rings. until he doesn’t even text elliot when he arrives at mochi unannounced this night. his heart is rushing through beats like a machine gun, he’s using maneuver gear instead of a car because he’d get there so much faster, but— he’s doing this!!! he’s making this happen!!! today is a special, special day and eren made timing work out just right, thank the lord. it’s october 1st. eren got his first kiss, from his first and probably only love, on october 1st.
he’s knocking on the door, he’s throwing pebbles at the window, he’s—
oh he’s hanging on the window. hi, open the window. ]
[ Well if it's been a weird week and a half, it's even weirder for Elliot who doesn't know what's going. Eren had acted strange during the anniversary, and then it was impossible not to notice the distance and quiet. In fact, it seemed impossible to get any time alone with Eren.
Elliot does his best to be patient, because he knows Eren's stressed about the murder thing, but the whole situation causes him a lot of worry. Was Eren unhappy with him? Was he pushing him away again? What was wrong?
Lucky for Eren, Elliot is spending his first night back in the normal world getting reacquainted with his piano. It felt really nice to have a piano that made proper piano sounds again instead of 8-bit music.
When he hears tapping on the window, he'll stop and look. Surprise is clear on his face, before he shortly opens his window.]
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