[ while it took some getting used to, eren no longer had powers; no cut that healed in steam wisps or titan transformations. good riddance, in fact— the further eren traveled through the memories of a past life, the less he wanted to have anything to do with that time. every once in a while, something would still trigger a memory that he had yet to see, and thankfully, all the help and support he's received has really made the difference in handling any remaining surprises.
he'd been waiting for some loose ends eventually, but not this and not tonight, jolting in the king sized bed of an impressive, two-person flat. his eyes stung the second he could blink them, his vision blurry and his chest tight. he tries not to wake elliot by holding his breath, turning his head sideways to check on him (augh, he's gorgeous), then the other side—
he exhales shakily when it reads 3:13AM in the dim comfort of fluffed pillows and goose feather blankets. eren spends a good part of the next twenty minutes staring at the ceiling, then spends the next for who knows how long watching elliot. he didn't want to wake him up, but just watching him sleep soundly was some sort of comfort. ]
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he'd been waiting for some loose ends eventually, but not this and not tonight, jolting in the king sized bed of an impressive, two-person flat. his eyes stung the second he could blink them, his vision blurry and his chest tight. he tries not to wake elliot by holding his breath, turning his head sideways to check on him (augh, he's gorgeous), then the other side—
he exhales shakily when it reads 3:13AM in the dim comfort of fluffed pillows and goose feather blankets. eren spends a good part of the next twenty minutes staring at the ceiling, then spends the next for who knows how long watching elliot. he didn't want to wake him up, but just watching him sleep soundly was some sort of comfort. ]