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[He types something, the deletes it, then does it a few more times, each time with growing frustration until it finally boils over. ]

Gah- because you've just taken a fight between me and her, disregarded my feelings, and made it all about YOU and her! It's just like she did!

It didn't matter what I said or did, or that I've known her for months completely separate from you. She tossed all that aside in a heartbeat, I watched her do it....our relationship didn't really matter to her.

And at the end, it was my fault for thinking otherwise.

[ and he doesn't want to argue, either. he just— still feels like he caused it all from the start. rather than going further, what's fed into the witch's frustration is submission. rare submission that hates elliot seeing blame in himself or that he's caused a feeling of disregard when trying to preserve it. maybe that just wasn't the way to go. ]

That wasn't my intention, especially when I said what you were feeling was important to me. [ writes something else, deletes it— because it would just be more excuses. and a few seconds after: ] I'm sorry.

[Elliot meanwhile takes a deep breath, the frustration easing away]

It's alright. Maybe you were the catalyst for that fight, but even if you hadn't been an issue, it might've eventually happened anyway over something else.

[Maybe not as dramatically, but still the same]

[ guilt still builds up to an unbearable point that eren needs to put a lid on it. emotion goes damp and distant, but only for him to breath and put his head in the right place. there wasn't fighting fate, he's realized.

there's just one thing that he'd been trying to do indirectly, and it wasn't the best way. he's grateful that elliot couldn't feel him all that much now, because there came a tinge of fear. just a little trickle so easily dismissed when his barricades opens back up as a quiet, trying reach out. ]

You're not pointless to me.

[ maybe that's what he should've expressed from the start instead of trying to transfer the weight of fault to his shoulders. ]

[Oh Eren. He can pick up on those feelings, or lack there of in the bond. ]

I know, and I'm grateful for that. [He really is. He'd be in a darker place if it wasn't for Eren's presence, amazingly.]

Maybe making friends is just a little harder than I expected. I got too used to relying on Class VII being around.

[ there is— an urge now, not raw but this want that was a little distant to latch onto. he stretches for it, nevertheless, reads and rereads and attempts to write something else but in the end, eren settles with: ]

Are you busy?

Hm?

No, not really. I was considering street performing tonight, but not sure I will.

Where are you now?

The Coven. Got off work not long ago.

Okay.

[ that's all, unless otherwise prompted! he's making his way over and looking for him, following an invisible thread laced with scent weaving the halls of the coven castle. eren knew some students, especially miss moore and her puca bonded, saying hello along the way but not actually taking long. he's on a mission. ]

[Following the Bond will lead Eren eventually to the courtyard, the same one they met at. Elliot's leaning against a pillar, idly scrolling through messages on the communicator as he waits for Eren to show.

When he gets close enough, he'll feel it on the bond and look up- giving a little wave as the dragon approaches]

[ there! there he was. something underneath eren's ribs jump when he ultimately decides to pick up his pace, not really bothering to wave as he did. looks like it's urgent, with how his pulse is actually racing in his ears— ]

[Okay that...is not a casual approach. Neutral greetings turns to a little worry as he approaches.]

Er...something wrong?

[ —oh, great the worry has stilted him into some slight anxiety that bleeds through, but not a permanent problem! coming to a stop in front of elliot, he tries to gesture, raises a hand behind his head, then two as fingers and claws scrambled for his long black locks and twirled them into a bun that loosened as soon as he dropped his wingspan— alright.

eren grips the witch between the middle of his arms, the space right before his shoulders and elbow, leans down, lifts elliot some— kisses him, then.

sets him back down. ]

—Not anymore.

[!

Elliot was used to Eren suddenly deciding to come see him, it's just how Eren was. However, never did these sudden meet ups start off like this. He's lifted up easily by Eren, and then he finds lips pressed against him in a kiss.

It's...really surprising, but Elliot doesn't think twice before he kisses back, living in the moment. It's only when he's set back down does the bond start to share a feeling of confusion. But...it's a happy confusion. He liked it, clearly]

Aha... not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?

Edited 2020-08-14 15:01 (UTC)

I— [ he didn't think he'd get asked, in fact, he didn't really consider anything after the fact and nearly draws a blank. there was only one explanation that eren finds as he wets his lips from aftertaste and looks down. ] Felt like it.

[Ah, this was another one of Eren's impulses huh? Well, Elliot didn't really mind. If anything...it made him happy, that Eren tracked him down to kiss him just because he felt like it. ]

Hehe, fair enough.

[But if they are doing things they felt like...then Elliot's going to respond in kind. Wrapping his arms around his waist, just below the wings, he'll lean close enough to rest his head against Eren's chest. His eyes are closed, and there's a fond smile on his face]

I'm really lucky to have met you. I wouldn't trade our time together for the world.

[The words were sincere, heartfelt.]

[ stoooooppppp sTOOOOOOOOOOP

]

[ he wasn't ready for these words today and probably never would have been. some hesitation marks eren's pause, so many questions and thoughts running in and out of his head that any longer and his bonded's hug would've been awkwardly unreciprocated— but that would've been stupid. far beyond stupid when he just kissed him. eren slinks and fills the hovering hole with his own hug, wings covering the witch's back and his head resting on top of orange hair (that looked lime, but eren would never say much to it since its been that way for so long).

these words are real and his hold goes tighter, warmer, but he can't help but to ask with question, especially when he said he wouldn't trade it for the world since that carries a shitton of weight for him now: ]

Why—?

[ it's a mood killer, but he had to know. eren would make those words real down to a horrifying point. he would trade the world for his friends and the time they still had, he just couldn't wrap himself around the idea as to why anyone would do the same for him. he hates himself, that much— but he doesn't hate elliot, and hugs him just that much tighter. ]

[Lucky for Eren, Elliot is pretty used to reactions like this. Years of Rean hating on himself at every turn made it hard to be shocked that someone doesn't see why people would care about them. And considering what Eren's told Elliot bits of what he's done....yeah, he can't be surprised Eren would host those same doubts. ]

Because I like you.

[It's a simple answer, and he knows it]

Sorry, I know that's a simple answer. But I'm sure if I listed off reasons, you'd just pick them apart.

[ it may be simple, but perhaps it's just the only one he needs. further reasoning were even more opinions than a simple likeness and he wouldn't believe them, or debunk them. a good call, and after a moment, eren huffs into his bonded's hair and squeezes him just a little tighter. ]

You don't . . . Need another reason. [ the same way he's said the same thing to people in doubt of his own presence which just— felt silly. hypocritical? yes. of all times, he remembers his brother telling him off about mikasa. a little muffled: ] Sorry.

[ a moment of weakness that he's burning red for. ]

Eheh... [He gives a little squeeze back in return. He's pretty used to being squeezed tight. Honestly Eren may be a dragon, but his dad is even worse about this so he'll tolerate it]

Nothing to be sorry about to me. [To other people? Sure! But to him? No] I know it's easy to doubt your own value...you've had to correct me on that many times.

[ hah. right. ]

Pot reminds kettle. [ that even with their differences . . . he'll appreciate the similarities. and not throwing it at each other. slinking out of the hug eventually leaves eren hovering there in front of him, and, well. he shrugs. ] Want to go on a walk?

Hehe, right. [Elliot knew what he meant. Even though Eren and Elliot were radically different in many ways...they had a lot more similarities than people would expect, at least in some things.

But he steps back from that hug, still reaching out to take one of Eren's hands into both of his]

I'd really like that.

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