[She gets there early, as much from flight practice as it is from nervous energy. She's... never had to have quite this sort of conversation with Gilgamesh or Enkidu, because neither one of them tended towards more modern, tender confessions when they could just be blunt and explicit in their wants and what they were willing to accept.
Eren...
For all the blood and brutality of that night, he has always treated her like something precious or fragile. That kiss had been a gamechanger in all sorts of ways.]
[ eren’s wait there, regardless. his back to the clock tower’s inner brick wall and staring at the scenery the open entry frame would provide: some sky, some gulls and some sea, if not a few boats.
he disliked it. but he wasn’t here for the scenery— his scenery was elsewhere. it’s easy to pick eren out, especially when his tail lops and lines up outside of the tower like a warm trail. ]
. . . Getting through.
[ losing a bond always came with that hole, with an emptiness that filled his eyes somewhere and marked the lonely shape in his soul taken from him. he can’t lie about that, but at least . . . he’s gotten a new one just recently, and was waiting for it before contacting hakuno. ]
Thanks for waiting, [ he straightens, and as always, when he steps forth— he towers over her. it’s short lived, though. once in front of her, he’s kneeling down to be closer to eye level. ] I was unbonded.
[ if he’s dangerous with one, imagine without one? ]
[Gently, tentatively, she reaches up and sweeps some hair out of his face, tucking it to the side.
There's no hesitation, though.]
I... sort of guessed, in the morning after. I, well... I went pretty wild, the full moon I spent unbonded in the hospital. The hurt where it should be is like oil on a flame, right?
[ eren seems to always still when she touches him in some way. steady breathing, but caught in his chest for a good five seconds until it’s exhaled closely. the silky black hair strands hakuno pushes back pins behind the long point of his ears. ]
Like a hole.
[ not as burning but equally inducing long term. no one would be able to fill that hole, only creating new ones to soothe them. luckily, he doesn’t want to mope about who’s gone— the time spent with elliot was lasting to his memory and would never leave him, so long as he was here. plus, he’s bonded once more.
eren wasn’t here to talk about that though, and slowly, if she’s to allow, his hand covers hers, keeping it stranded close to his face. ]
. . . There’s something else I want to thank you for.
[She tries not to dwell on the stinging void where her Bond with Gil had been, because she knows for a fact he would mock her for it. And, here and now, Eren clearly needs the bulk of her attention, anyways.
Her fingers curl, squeezing his larger hand gently.]
[ as much as he wanted to talk about that, the press of his lips into a strange line and the softening of his face was mildly apparent, where his hun sounds more like a “no”. it felt strange to thank someone for a kiss, for some reason. but, anyway. in turn, his fingers curl as well. ]
It’s for waking me up and, [ before he could’ve done something unrepairable, never mind that consuming that witch, or part of him, didn’t seem like a problem anymore. perhaps it never did, but his thirst for blood had grown. ] still being here.
[ he preferred to go rampant and take that person’s arm off than let chains pin his wings. he’s not remorseful. maybe he should be. he wasn’t. never mind that, though. he swallows to get passed the silence that grew. ]
It’s been a while since I’ve wanted to do that.
[ and now, with his own hand, he sticks one of his talons behind hakuno’s ear, with some strands of hair to see her face. that same talon scrapes gently from her cheek down to her jaw, and tips it up. ]
[ it’d be a little too perfect for eren to complete the question hakuno thought she had; the movements altogether were fleeting and one, now, and the dragon doesn’t think he needs to clarify it for her in words. he didn’t want to waste time with that, and didn’t really care for being a romancer (which he wasn’t). there’s no pause in wait, no hesitation as he curves his head in and presses his lips to hers in some tousled kiss that, by default, wasn’t exactly gentle—
but he took much more time in relishing in it than he had before. the scent of her cheek in his nose, how she tasted, how she would react and how much more he could have, his hands on her arms and pressing his thumbs to them. ]
[It's not like this takes her by surprise, exactly; they've been ghosting around the edges of this even before that hectic night, swooping curves on a downhill drift towards intimacy. He's not gentle, really, but he's as gentle as he can be, with their size and his roughness.
So her mouth opens to him, sweep and bursting with a taste she knows enough to know he's weak to, that her new nature has made her sly enough to take advantage of. It can't be good for his neck, but she tangles her fingers in his hair and pulls him in a little more firmly, kissing back.]
[ her taste was a sweet green mint that escalated with the drop of a salty twist— creamy, if he’d ever give taste a guessed texture, the kind that melts to the heat of his probing like ice, but kept the lingering chill on his tongue like a winter breeze by the shoreline. it made what hair he had at the back of his neck want to stand, and right with it were the single file of his vertebrae spines, needle-thin fins slowly erecting as he dove, as he picked her up in his arms and as his tail coiled around them in a circle never to be breeched.
he slides his tongue across her teeth and opens his lips further as she did to match the momentum, the curve of his head went with her hand tangled in messy black. the smack, the wetness— she could do what she wanted with him. one arm hitched her from behind to stay close in demand, just beneath the fae’s wings. his other is driven into wild brown locks that he’d happily lose his talons in, all the way until the dragon found her nape and pressed. ]
[This is sudden and far more exciting (and public) than Hakuno's usual forays into intimacy end up, but all things considered she really did start this. And... well. She certainly isn't complaining, either, if the way her mouth sweetly works against his is any indication.
Her wings flutter, her antennae twitch, her spine arches—
She hisses, slightly, as those talons draw blood. But not necessarily in a bad way, either.]
[ blood coming in was a surprised that raked eren into a near jolt back. he was getting— too riled, too fast, and giving in the the smell and taste that came like a bomb would surely make him lose his sense of strength, time and space. not that he already hasn’t some. he doesn’t let her go, but he does lean back and adjust his gripping, looking wild and wide eyed, pupils completely round and eating away at the space of his iris. they can allow the break to breath a little and for eren . . . to quickly push them into the interior frame of the tower’s entrance when the footsteps of someone closely outside clicks by.
there is a wonderful thrill in this, and without voicing it, eren stares right into hakuno’s eyes, holds his breath, but presses his body right into her’s, even in a kneel. he doesn’t pull back, but does apologetically keep at eye on the blood smearing the bottom of his palm.
he’s having a hard time, she could tell. in holding back. ]
[She strokes his jaw, gentle and steady like she would if it were still his full draconic form. She doesn't mind a nick here or there, but she remembers vividly how wild he was that night; she sees the echo of that naked hunger and instinct in his eyes now, and reacts accordingly.]
Shh. Shh. It's okay, I know you didn't mean it.
[She tucks his chin on top of her chest, on top of the fluffy collar she now sports, and dusts a kiss over the bridge of his nose.]
[ it’s a mumble, nearly short of a hush, but he’s carefully now, even as his breathing shakes in and out of his chest. guiding his head down to her, the peck as inviting as a fire’s glow— he really didn’t deserve any of this, but himself be damned if hakuno wasn’t in charge of what she wanted to do at this point. after allowing his head to dip and bury and fur and the puffy scent of fae glitter, he murmurs so closely that— it seems he really wants another taste of her, but puts words in priority. these words. ]
Maybe we could, [ a breath, thinning away any more proximity to wrap his arm around her, one tentatively below her wings and at the pleasant curve of her waist beneath the jacket. she was so warm, and luckily, so was he. ] go up.
[ away from ground level, that is, but how lucky they’ll be of someone being up there or not was a bit of a russian roulette. this whole thing was.
[She hums in sympathetic acknowledgement, stroking over his hair as he gets his bearings and pieces his rationality back together. He's smart not to trudge into the "deserve" argument, and his reward for that is apparently also her own reward.]
'Up' could be fun. Am I flying by myself, or do you want to keep holding me?
[They can hardly make much more of a scene, at this point, but she keeps her voice soft and private regardless.]
[ despite probably being the scene to be caught in, it wasn’t as if the inside of the tower was a see through window. people walked about outside without a hint or care for what could be happening on the other side, but one false move and . . . careful.
so eren starts by swinging her into half a bridal carry. half, because eren’s carrying isn’t exactly romantic when he only does it with one arm and steadies his walking against the spiral staircase wall with the other. it’s like he could swing her upside down any minute . . . ]
I’ll fight to hold you.
[ but by all means, feel free to fly if you must! ]
[She nestles in, content to let him do the legwork. It's... well, it's not better than what they were doing, but she's glad for the breather along the way, at least. She'd kiss him more, but that probably isn't the best of ideas, with the stairs in play.]
[ haha. true. no fighting necessary, but he would definitely fight any outer opposition at this point. eren, on the other hand, seems a touch more daring in the way he brings their fronts to a delicate touch. hakuno is free to do what she pleases with her legs, but right now she’s being hoisted chest to chest with one hand on her waist while the other cupped her bottom, all as he scaled a few steps rasping against the wall . . .
he doesn’t seem like he could focus on just walking, and his tongue tickles her lips. ]
I’ve never been here. [ can you!!! god damn believe that. ] I don’t like the ocean.
[Sort of. It was a Sea of Imaginary numbers, technically, whittling away at her body and being, crushing her beneath the depth of human history... But it still felt like the ocean, deep and dark.]
[ only a few more steps and they were nearly there, at an empty second level only home to the gulls and at most, a harpy’s roost that was gone for the day. eren presses her back to the wall where she’d have space to support herself, but with that . . . came more brashness to his touch. where he cups, he now gropes into a squeeze, brings hakuno’s hips to his own to feel the growing spot of his member beneath his clothes. where her head nestled, his own face found the crook of her neck and inhaled, inhaled the smell of her hair and the taste of her skin, breathing hot at the curve of her earlobe and parting his mouth to explore her. ]
I’ve lost count, [ of how many times he’s nearly drowned, all experiences unique to aefenglom. ] but it’s all just a lie.
[She's a girl who suits the layers of the average Aefenglom fashion; a girl with fine, doll-like features before the Fae blood took its pound of flesh and foot of height. But his hands are large enough, firm enough, that each squeeze and rub can't be missed; that the volumes of fabric are rucked up as he presses in, bearing fine stockings to the chilled air. Her wings are splayed flat against the wall, now, like a butterfly behind glass, and her eyes glimmer where he can't see.]
Well.
[Her quiet voice sounds impossibly loud, as she reaches up to ghost her fingers over his jawline.]
Let's focus on a truth we both like, then.
[One of her free-dangling, stocking-clad legs shifts, with purpose, and her thigh rubs up against that burgeoning firmness with notable promise.]
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It’s not too far at all. I’ll meet you there in... an hour, let’s say?
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I’ll be by the tower.
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Eren...
For all the blood and brutality of that night, he has always treated her like something precious or fragile. That kiss had been a gamechanger in all sorts of ways.]
...hey. How have you been?
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he disliked it. but he wasn’t here for the scenery— his scenery was elsewhere. it’s easy to pick eren out, especially when his tail lops and lines up outside of the tower like a warm trail. ]
. . . Getting through.
[ losing a bond always came with that hole, with an emptiness that filled his eyes somewhere and marked the lonely shape in his soul taken from him. he can’t lie about that, but at least . . . he’s gotten a new one just recently, and was waiting for it before contacting hakuno. ]
Thanks for waiting, [ he straightens, and as always, when he steps forth— he towers over her. it’s short lived, though. once in front of her, he’s kneeling down to be closer to eye level. ] I was unbonded.
[ if he’s dangerous with one, imagine without one? ]
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[Gently, tentatively, she reaches up and sweeps some hair out of his face, tucking it to the side.
There's no hesitation, though.]
I... sort of guessed, in the morning after. I, well... I went pretty wild, the full moon I spent unbonded in the hospital. The hurt where it should be is like oil on a flame, right?
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Like a hole.
[ not as burning but equally inducing long term. no one would be able to fill that hole, only creating new ones to soothe them. luckily, he doesn’t want to mope about who’s gone— the time spent with elliot was lasting to his memory and would never leave him, so long as he was here. plus, he’s bonded once more.
eren wasn’t here to talk about that though, and slowly, if she’s to allow, his hand covers hers, keeping it stranded close to his face. ]
. . . There’s something else I want to thank you for.
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[She tries not to dwell on the stinging void where her Bond with Gil had been, because she knows for a fact he would mock her for it. And, here and now, Eren clearly needs the bulk of her attention, anyways.
Her fingers curl, squeezing his larger hand gently.]
Is the kiss part of that?
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It’s for waking me up and, [ before he could’ve done something unrepairable, never mind that consuming that witch, or part of him, didn’t seem like a problem anymore. perhaps it never did, but his thirst for blood had grown. ] still being here.
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[Like a Berserker being turned loose. Like a tool.]
And... and I'm happy to be here too.
[It hurts a little, to say that and know that she means it. Even with her Servant gone.]
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I wouldn’t have stood for it, anyway.
[ he preferred to go rampant and take that person’s arm off than let chains pin his wings. he’s not remorseful. maybe he should be. he wasn’t. never mind that, though. he swallows to get passed the silence that grew. ]
It’s been a while since I’ve wanted to do that.
[ and now, with his own hand, he sticks one of his talons behind hakuno’s ear, with some strands of hair to see her face. that same talon scrapes gently from her cheek down to her jaw, and tips it up. ]
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[So much happened. The witch, the savaging, the eating, the near attack.
The kiss.
She tips her head up further, a millimeter faster than his claw, and waits.
There's a faint gleam of expectation, in her lidded eyes.]
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but he took much more time in relishing in it than he had before. the scent of her cheek in his nose, how she tasted, how she would react and how much more he could have, his hands on her arms and pressing his thumbs to them. ]
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So her mouth opens to him, sweep and bursting with a taste she knows enough to know he's weak to, that her new nature has made her sly enough to take advantage of. It can't be good for his neck, but she tangles her fingers in his hair and pulls him in a little more firmly, kissing back.]
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he slides his tongue across her teeth and opens his lips further as she did to match the momentum, the curve of his head went with her hand tangled in messy black. the smack, the wetness— she could do what she wanted with him. one arm hitched her from behind to stay close in demand, just beneath the fae’s wings. his other is driven into wild brown locks that he’d happily lose his talons in, all the way until the dragon found her nape and pressed. ]
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Her wings flutter, her antennae twitch, her spine arches—
She hisses, slightly, as those talons draw blood. But not necessarily in a bad way, either.]
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there is a wonderful thrill in this, and without voicing it, eren stares right into hakuno’s eyes, holds his breath, but presses his body right into her’s, even in a kneel. he doesn’t pull back, but does apologetically keep at eye on the blood smearing the bottom of his palm.
he’s having a hard time, she could tell. in holding back. ]
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Shh. Shh. It's okay, I know you didn't mean it.
[She tucks his chin on top of her chest, on top of the fluffy collar she now sports, and dusts a kiss over the bridge of his nose.]
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[ it’s a mumble, nearly short of a hush, but he’s carefully now, even as his breathing shakes in and out of his chest. guiding his head down to her, the peck as inviting as a fire’s glow— he really didn’t deserve any of this, but himself be damned if hakuno wasn’t in charge of what she wanted to do at this point. after allowing his head to dip and bury and fur and the puffy scent of fae glitter, he murmurs so closely that— it seems he really wants another taste of her, but puts words in priority. these words. ]
Maybe we could, [ a breath, thinning away any more proximity to wrap his arm around her, one tentatively below her wings and at the pleasant curve of her waist beneath the jacket. she was so warm, and luckily, so was he. ] go up.
[ away from ground level, that is, but how lucky they’ll be of someone being up there or not was a bit of a russian roulette. this whole thing was.
but if she obliged, he would. very hastily. ]
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'Up' could be fun. Am I flying by myself, or do you want to keep holding me?
[They can hardly make much more of a scene, at this point, but she keeps her voice soft and private regardless.]
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so eren starts by swinging her into half a bridal carry. half, because eren’s carrying isn’t exactly romantic when he only does it with one arm and steadies his walking against the spiral staircase wall with the other. it’s like he could swing her upside down any minute . . . ]
I’ll fight to hold you.
[ but by all means, feel free to fly if you must! ]
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[She nestles in, content to let him do the legwork. It's... well, it's not better than what they were doing, but she's glad for the breather along the way, at least. She'd kiss him more, but that probably isn't the best of ideas, with the stairs in play.]
So... Come up here often?
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he doesn’t seem like he could focus on just walking, and his tongue tickles her lips. ]
I’ve never been here. [ can you!!! god damn believe that. ] I don’t like the ocean.
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[She nestles into his shoulder with a soft sigh.]
I was almost lost to one, once.
[Sort of. It was a Sea of Imaginary numbers, technically, whittling away at her body and being, crushing her beneath the depth of human history... But it still felt like the ocean, deep and dark.]
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I’ve lost count, [ of how many times he’s nearly drowned, all experiences unique to aefenglom. ] but it’s all just a lie.
[ all of it. ]
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Well.
[Her quiet voice sounds impossibly loud, as she reaches up to ghost her fingers over his jawline.]
Let's focus on a truth we both like, then.
[One of her free-dangling, stocking-clad legs shifts, with purpose, and her thigh rubs up against that burgeoning firmness with notable promise.]
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