Disclaimer: Characters are Isayama Hajime's. Summary is greatly borrowed from "Song of Little Death", a poem written by the wonderful Federico García Lorca. Whereas I, I am merely a humble lowlife newbie seeking her way into Shingeki no Kyojin fandom. :v
Mikasa caught him standing in the middle of the meadow – their meadow – under the pale moonlight.
The last time they were there was a spring day. Hundreds of years ago, it might as well be, when the air smelled sweet and the passing breeze swayed them like a lullaby. She watched him sleep, tracing the details of his face with her steel eyes and wondered if he was dreaming about her. He looked so peaceful yet so restless.
Tonight, in the meadow, he was no longer asleep. Eren was running away from her, because he was sick of himself, sick of disappointing everyone in his vicinity, sick of the appalling beast inside of him. But most of all he was sick of hurting her. His incompetence had allowed the Creature to run amok again, claiming the lives of two Corps members and, very nearly, hers.
To leave would be the best option. At least she would be safe from him.
He told her to go. He was a monster, and monsters can't love, let alone deserved to be loved. But she stayed. She didn't care if he gave her another thousand of bruises and scars. The only thing that could keep them apart is when Death comes to yank her from his side, and Mikasa would make sure as hell it wasn't going to be that easy.
Red scarf billowing in the night wind, she planted herself before him more firmly than any Wall ever built. He would've pushed her aside if he hadn't known better. She was still one of the strongest people he'd ever met.
Yet, the Mikasa he was facing now had discarded all her strength to expose to him her vulnerability. This Mikasa was the frail little girl whom Eren rescued the first time they met, tears streaming down amidst her frantic plea for him to come back to her. He gripped her shoulders tight to shut her up. When it came to no avail, he suddenly felt their mouths collide. And everything ceased to exist.
The next thing he knew he was pinning the hands away from her body to the grassy ground. His coarse tongue explored hers in such feral hunger, filling up every cavity he could find. That first gesture was unnecessary — Mikasa thought, as she laced their fingers together, it wasn't like she would put any struggle anyway. After all, it's Eren. Her Eren.
Their ragged breathing was a quiet rhythm in the ethereal darkness as lust mingled with dust, caking with dirt over the screams, moans, one or the other — she can no longer tell the difference. Teeth gritted as their paces elevated, each was clambering to their peak, and he captured her gaze in desperation, begging her to let him carry on the inevitable. She sighed her affirmation.
She swore she saw glimmer of tears when he clasped his hand round her throat. Squeezing. Smothering. Mikasa shut her eyelids, hard; and then she was awoken on the moon, floating, exploding into infinity of starlight.
He was her release. He was her absolute Life. He was her little Death.
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A/N: MikaEre why are you such a tease ;_;