[ eren’s stiff, walks on wobbling for a few paces— but for perhaps one of the first times he was offered help, eren retreats. his arm pulls away from his bonded’s shoulder, and he walks. he came all the way out here on his own, it wasn’t now that he’ll need a crutch. he was used to accepting it, but there’s more to it than this. no matter how many times he tells himself they have nothing to do with it, the same apprehension sits on his concerns. ]
. . . I meant it, Elliot.
[ the last thing he wants to do is emotionally attack him to force him away, but the point stands. eren’s feelings are reserved, tense but more gentle in his honesty than he could’ve been. there’s loss. there’s a hole in his heart that he doesn’t think freedom can fill. he doesn’t want to lose anyone because he relied on them. ever again. the smaller the favor the bigger the habit.
what’s worse (or better?) is the pang that comes with elliot’s comment of lex. a bubble of warmth that doesn’t deserve the look on the dragon’s melancholy face. he loves her. like a smitten fool. ]
no subject
. . . I meant it, Elliot.
[ the last thing he wants to do is emotionally attack him to force him away, but the point stands. eren’s feelings are reserved, tense but more gentle in his honesty than he could’ve been. there’s loss. there’s a hole in his heart that he doesn’t think freedom can fill. he doesn’t want to lose anyone because he relied on them. ever again. the smaller the favor the bigger the habit.
what’s worse (or better?) is the pang that comes with elliot’s comment of lex. a bubble of warmth that doesn’t deserve the look on the dragon’s melancholy face. he loves her. like a smitten fool. ]
Me too. Both of you.