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Elliot Craig

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[usurpers]

[ elliot has a way with words!! and if you check the freezer it’s all full of the same ice cream hHMMMM I WONDER WHO PUT THAT THERE, but, maybe he probably already knows (or not and eren is just eluding himself): ]

There’s still room?

[ innocence, thy name is “eren why”. ]

[fiddlestick]

Er, good question. I know there was some ice cream in there--

[Ice cream that looks...exactly like this one


. . . ]

Eren why are you buying so much ice cream for us?

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[












s hit ]

I promised Akira I’d buy ice cream.

[ but it has nothing to do with anxiety!! he takes another spoonful, and halfway through eating he comments with wide eyes. ]

The rest didn’t fit so I took it home until the new fridge comes.

[fiddlestick]

[ . . . ]

What new fridge?

[usurpers]

[ one fear

in which akira didn’t say jack shit ]

It was on sale at the Costco we went.

[ the costco!!!!! ]

[fiddlestick]

[????]

The Costco?

[Your one fear has been realized]

[usurpers]

[ yeah eat ice cream with him and pretend he didn’t buy a new fridge for mochi ]

I almost got lost in there. You ever been to one?

[fiddlestick]

Um...yeah? That's where I buy ingredients for the food I sell.

-- Are you saying you haven't?

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[ he ]

. . . I’ve always gone to Whole Foods.

[fiddlestick]

Wow, really? But they're so overpriced...

[Anyway]

So..you went to costco with Akira, got lost, and somehow bought us a fridge?

[usurpers]

[ and an AC for the summer. and maybe like, two roombas. ]

Yeah. [ . . . ] Surprise?

[fiddlestick]

That's....a word for it.

[he sighs. he could argue but...it's so late at night ok. who has the energy for that.]

So in other words, don't let Akira take you shopping. Got it.

[usurpers]

[ at least it’s too late to argue!!! thank god. eren can keep smiling, and eat ice cream, and—

shit more than half of the carton is already gone. elliot!!!! ]

You need to eat this before I do.

[ he hands it over (but not without taking another spoonful. don’t worry they’ll open another one). ]

[fiddlestick]

[Yes you got lucky!!! Will this hold in the morning, who knows]

-- Already?? Eren slow down, you'll give yourself brain freeze!

[But fine, he'll take that spoon to eat some. At least it's an unusually warm January for this!]

[usurpers]

We can open another one then?

[ which he’s already doing so that elliot can keep the rest for his own stomach. eren jaeger is out of control ]

And listen to some music.

[ please don’t do anything that can remind one of dramatic romances or else he’ll cry. unless you want eren jaeger crying with ice cream. ]

[fiddlestick]

How will that stop brain freeze-

[HE SIGHS as another gets open. No point in arguing, Eren is reminding him of music]

What kind of music do you want?

[usurpers]

That one you made for me for our anniversary.

[ a bad choice, but his heart is stronger than him. ]

[fiddlestick]

[Oh Eren.]

That song?

Um, okay... Is it okay if I just play the music file? It's hard to eat ice cream and play violin at the same time.

[usurpers]

That’s perfect. You need to eat, too.

[ eren jaeger is already a mess because who the fuck taught him how to eat ice cream, he looks

questionable like has he ever used a spoon before. ]

[fiddlestick]

[EREN FOR THE LoVe OF GOD USE A SPOON]

Aha, okay. Hold on-

[he grabs his phone and hits a few buttons before this starts playing. It's quieter than it would be if he put on his speakers, but it is the middle of the night]

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[ eren jaeger will not use a spoon (correctly), he has a permit, this is a free country

volume doesn’t make a difference here; music was music, and this song was the song. the more it plays, the more that a change in demeanor is obvious. any smiles fade, and a once enthralled gaze lowers to his hands, then to the bed as he props himself up with his elbow, then . . . eren’s eyes nearly shut.

he’s far from sleeping, and quietly watches elliot eat. trying to smile when their eyes locked but coming up a little short. especially when he’d part his lips, to say something, then quickly represses it with a sigh. he wants to talk, he hasn’t forgotten about a few weeks ago, but there’s still something inside him that doesn’t permit him to, be it the way he had to preserve others of memories he wished he never had sometimes (which he’d afterwards condemn, or else he’d be ignorant all over again), or because it hurt him too much to speak of.

or maybe there’s that little branch in between that still thinks no one would understand. ]

It’s my favorite. [ he says, trying to fix elliot’s hair away from falling into the ice cream, before holds his breath.

he’s sure diddly dee done gonna cry in like five seconds ]

[fiddlestick]

[Elliot watches Eren, not failing not notice the change in the demeanor. Even if he tries to repress it, Elliot's known Eren for too long. This wasn't how he usually reacted to his music, he always seemed more blissful when listening to one of his pieces. Instead, it seemed to cause him some kind of hurt, sadness.

As Eren tries to fix Elliot's hair, Elliot will lower his spoon and lift his own hand to Eren's cheek. He asks softly:]

What's wrong?

[Because honey you don't show up in the middle of the night with tons of ice cream and then get upset over a romantic song over nothing. ]

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[ when eren’s eyes rise to meet elliot’s once his cheek goes touched, with warmth— that just about does it. he’s still holding it in, if lack of breathing says anything, his shoulders tremble inward, and his eyes go bright red with filling tears that quickly drip and wet the hand that holds him.
he tried, and when he opens his mouth to speak, a last minute attempt to keep it together—

the song still plays, elliot is here with him, and he crumbles. ]

Trying not to feel emotions that aren’t mine, [ he sucks in air, and now softly, he’s crying. his breath hitches up and down, and there’s more hurt in his eyes than he could fathom. the way he wraps himself around elliot is like— god. if he could stay like this, he would. ] and it’s not working.

[fiddlestick]

[Oh no...poor Eren. Elliot doesn't know what's going on, but it doesn't matter. He sets his own bowl of ice cream aside and moves to wrap his arms around Eren, pulling him into a hug. He rubs his back]

H-Hey...it's okay. Just let it out, I'm here.

[usurpers]

[ it doesn’t matter if it wasn’t his memory when the whole ordeal was real. it happened. and it probably happened around the world, every minute (never in this degree, he hopes).

a lump forms in his throat and he’s silent between sniffs. he doesn’t know where to start and he doesn’t know what to say without sharing grief because that’s not something he’s happy to share. then again, would being quiet do any better for them? it may look so in the long run but, really . . . how long has it been since he’s sat to talk about something he remembers? the most recent wasn’t the best, and eren’s been on silent for far longer than that, his own opinions only budding.

because it’s not worth it when people don’t understand beyond being a waste of breath, energy and peace. ]

I remembered how Dad and Dina separated. [ it, at least, has nothing to do with morality. he lets that slide by completely, and brings his palms to squeeze into his eyes, rubbing the tears past his temples. ] There was only one time I woke up screaming like that.