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[ he couldn't take too much out of the memory, so asking, as they get to the bathroom and carefully taking the towels out of his hold: ]

You guys get along?

[ nevermind that, with elliot's hand now free and slippery in his earlier getaway to his jaw, eren's hand brushes back to his palm. ]

[Elliot lets him have the towels, moving to start to remove his paint-covered shirt.]

Oh yeah! We live together when I'm not traveling. She's a musician too, so plays accompaniment to my stuff when I need it.

[So very close! And similar interests!]

I don't mind her boyfriend either. It's just he's also my father's second-in-command in his division and was my military instructor too so ... it's hard to see him as my sister's partner, you know?

[It'd be like if Levi started dating Armin]

[ (you will never speak of such cursed imagery again)

even if eren couldn't exactly relate with the feeling (honestly, his younger self would've thought it cool), he could acknowledge it being felt. the "crowded" feeling. he's never had to think about his friends pairing off . . . and still doesn't enough that it'll never be weird until it actually happens. he won't even be around for it, if anything. ]

I wonder how it would've been, sometimes, [ he trails of, and walks over to turn the shower knob open. hot water and steam helps his psychology for getting in later. ] if me and my brother grew up together.

Oh yeah, I forgot you have a brother.

[It doesn't come up often, but then again so do very few things in Eren's life.

His shirt off, he plugs up the sink and fills it so he can put the shirt to soak. Better to do it now so there's a better chance it'll come off in the wash later. Not even magic can solve some stains you know.]

I can't say for sure. My sister and I are close, but it's because we share common interests. But even then she can be really annoying sometimes. [Especially when she starts doting on him like a little kid] And I know some siblings who...well, let's just say they don't get along at all.

[ that's fault advertising, magic should be able to do everything . . . :( eren considers the fact that he doesn't talk about much at all when it came to his life and elliot had shared a lot and— not that he feels obligated, but he does want to continue the conversation with substance. he brought up zeke because he wanted to in the first place. so, almost abruptly after a small beat: ]

I don't like him. [ just straight up. straight out. ] His way of thinking pisses me off. [ and it's in his nature, eren assumes. ] . . . It wasn't like he had a choice to think for himself, though.

[ and eren did? well, he thought he did. sure his world shaped him, but his parents never imposed an idea onto him. he created his own. and that probably created a monster. ]

Dad raised us both differently.

I see...

[He says this with a bit of somber, thinking about what his brother must've be like...and how different their upbringings must've been. ]

That's pretty sad, never getting to think for yourself...

[He muses as he continue to undress. It's...a little awkward doing this in front of Eren, but he supposes Eren has seen him naked a few times even if it's been awhile...so it's alright. Not too much has changed, except there was a small black flower mark on his upper arm. It'd almost look like a tattoo, if Eren didn't know better]

[ it's funny because "everybody's got a butt" philosophy eren has makes him rather oblivious while watching for his bonded's eyes as he undressed further, only realizing a ping of embarrassment from his end moments after (not the first moment, or the second, but the fourth for him to make the connection) and briskly turning his gaze to . . . his own pants. they needed off for a shower. yeah. taking them off has always been a new ritual ever since his legs grew; eren shoves them down to his ankles and pulls his foot out once it's in no risk of catching, same goes for the other foot.

when he looks back up, his eyes wander right to the blemish that didn't belong. ]

Isn't that where that implant was?

[Aha, that was a delayed reaction with the embarrassment. He supposes with how much Eren spends naked as a dragon, he doesn't think much about it anymore. He still laughs a little sheepishly when he feels it.

As for himself, he may have glanced quickly at Eren but tries not to openly stare. What? Dragon or not, he's hot.

At least Eren breaks the ice with the question]

Oh...yeah. It's safe to touch now. As long as I'm careful with my magic energy levels, I won't infect anyone.

[ there's nothing more proximate to freedom than nudity. and elliot deserves all the ten pack, double peck eye candy that eren could offer with it going right over his head initially. ]

How's your magic cycling? [ bonds, and such, and then with concern as he steps over closer to the shower box: ] Am I taking too much?

[ he's been . . . trying to work out the search for an extra witch and still no go, but eren was a heavy package to take alone without any aids— which he already takes to fighting and witch blood on the dl to balance that out and keep from overworking elliot but shhhhhh ]

[Eren that's so thoughtful and sweet. But Elliot will shake his head as he also steps towards the shower]

Mm, not at all. [He seems to be telling the truth] I'm a lot stronger than I was a year ago.

[ good, eren mutters quietly, blinking fully when water begins to sprinkle his eyes from leaning further in. there's some hesitance, mostly because of the water, but he's stepping in shortly after elliot. tattoos light up as needed. ]

I'm still looking for someone to help out. [ . . . it is time. ] That's something else I had to tell you.

[Elliot will try to stand closer to the shower head, so he can actually get some of that water. He does check to make sure the tattoos are workin properly, don't need Eren dying in the shower]

Haha, good to know. [...but oh, he looks curious as he starts combing his own hair to get paint out] Oh? What is it?

I think I might’ve found someone. [ at this point in time, he thinks. in between the points where elliot closes his eyes for the water to pour over his head, eren reaches for . . . the conditioner. not the shampoo. to this day, he doesn’t actively think to know the difference, beyond that this is what you need to use. rather than a drop, he squeezes out a generous blob and lathers elliot’s scalp as soon as he’s stepped behind him. when it doesn’t make bubbles at all, he just. sighs. wrong fucking bottle. ] We fought. The most I ever did with a witch— I even, [ gesture with his shoulder, as he picked up the other bottle, ] bit him.

[It was probably a mistake to let Eren handle the hair washing, but it's not like he asked him. With his eyes closed, he doesn't see what Eren picked up- but he can smell it as it gets onto his hair so he quietly corrects him] Other bottle.

[He listens to this explanation and....um. Last he checked, fighting and biting someone is not how bonding works at all.]

Er...wait. You guys fought and then you bit him, and now...you wanna Bond?

[ grunts. right, this bottle— it’s the thought that counted, and he did want to spend more time and proximate with more intimacy. bubbles start to build onto elliot’s scalp, so, might be best to close those eyes. ]

Not like that. [ eren’s head shakes once, but the pads of his fingers still knead and the tips of his talons only lightly scratch; he’s very careful, the effort to his gentleness literally palpable. ] It was . . . Mutual. More like sparring, but we felt like we didn’t have to hold back. We talked and rested together after.

[ consensual . . . biting? things to expect from an uchiha. from the scalp, he travels down to elliot’s neck, or at least close to the nape. ]

It’s still just a thought. [ he still has to see him more, spend a little more time to make the choice. ] But it was, [ he tries to look for the word, ] soothing.

[ after. during was just exhilarating violence that he dare wouldn’t try with elliot. it makes him feel safer, to have an outlet as understanding as that, and the comfort it brings shows in a light grip on his bonded’s shoulders. tentatively, his thumb rubs with water and suds. ]

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[Eyes are closed! His cheeks might be a little pink at Eren continuing to massage his scalp because this is a rather intimate moment, but it does feel really nice. Especially with how gentle Eren is trying to be.

He listens to what the other is saying...and he gets it, especially thanks to the emotions he's picking up from their link ]

I think I get it. Sometimes it's nice to have someone you don't have to hold back with. [Elliot could relate. Not in fighting, but with music. Sometimes it felt so good having someone around who understood you in that way.]

Do you think they'll say yes?

[ you can feel eren’s shoulders shrug up with his movement, eventually leading his hands down the sides of elliot’s neck, then shoulders. time to dunk with water, so eren’s sure to guide him right under the shower head and be very . . . very close in doing so. big spoon little spoon. it took some breath holding to get this far, and once most of the suds are gone, eren head rests at the side of his temple while his arms reach around his sides. ]

If they stick around long enough. [ irony will hit badly on this one, hah. ] I should focus on what I have now, [ you, ] but I wanted you to know.

W-Well, I appreciate the heads up.

[He stutters a little, because as he gets guided to underneath the showerhead he becomes very aware of how close Eren is to him. He can feel the mix of rough scales and smooth skin against him, holding him. This is about as intimate as it gets, honestly. ]

...You know, it's been awhile since we've been close like this.

[You know, naked and basically in each others arms. Elliot may still have his eyes close to keep water out, but his hand may be reaching out to balance on Eren's hip]

[ no fucking kidding. eren makes a sound, though being unable to see his face can mistaken it between a huff or a half chuckled agreement a little choked in some backhanded fluster. ]

—I missed it.

[ it had been more about being a bond, with close-quarters intimacy rather than purely for the sex and part of the reason why eren had begun to stray away from that aspect. he wasn't ready. he hadn't been a good bond. doing anything had him feeling like he was using the witch, and that's a feeling he never wants to give to any of his partners. so . . . there came that.

he falls early silent and now wears the biggest frown imaginable, scarlet and bright violet scales racing to his ears and dragging down the lines of his cheeks. ]

[Elliot feels a touch of surprise and a flutter in his chest hearing those words. Part of him had assumed Eren had tired of him in that way, especially when he had so many other partners at his disposal. But...well, he knows his brain tended to latch on the explanation that belittled himself the most, and that wasn't always the truth. He exhales a little]

I've missed it too.

[He opens his eyes so he can look at Eren. He sees that frown, the silence that hangs from him. A moment like this was a crossroads, wasn't it?]

...I wonder if it'd feel different now.

[Both of them have changed. Not just physically, but as people too. Their bond once made out of practicality had grown and changed a lot. No way that wouldn't have an impact. But he won't pursue it if Eren's still not ready.]

[ even if eren frowns— out of his own silly embarrassment to bring his feelings to a verbal light— the curves begin to peel upwards, and bestowed upon elliot is an awkward but sweet-seeming smile. ]

It already is.

[ different, that is, he could feel it in his chest and in the heat building at the apex of his thighs as is— already. yes, the beast within him already had thoughts on the matter that made the colorful shots to his scales all the more striking. but what does he think, as elliot’s face seems to rise closer? i care about him, eren thinks. i care about you and that’s what matters. it’s eren’s head that tips lower, nose to cheek, lips too, breathing him in with a tongue flick and beads of running water and steam— before he plants one, a kiss that hadn’t felt sparks in so long, at the corner of the witch’s mouth and hanging there. ]

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