A/N: Ohai! So, I've decided to start this FanFiction (obviously, or else you wouldn't be reading this) while I take small breaks from Remnants. Seriously, I wrote 105k words for Remnants in under two months. I need to step back. I'm getting obsessive.

This is another EreMika story, by the way! There won't be much action. This is predominantly romance. Hope you enjoy!

Prologue

This dream again…

Eren stood in the midst of a field blanketed with glowing white snow. He stood naked in the frigid area, but for some reason he did not shiver. His skin was smooth instead of goose-bumped like it would usually have been. This was how he knew it was a dream, one that he had experienced almost nightly for five years. Taking in a deep breath, he blew out a white cloud from between his teeth. Looking around, he saw that an eerie white mist hung in the air, clouding the forest and mountains in the distance in grey. This place was his ethereal home, for here he had met her. The thought of her brought a smile to his face, and though he could never remember her face, he knew she was beautiful.

She would not tell him her name, and her soft voice would only respond cryptically when he asked her questions. It would have frustrated him normally, but he had fallen so deeply in love with her that he was only happy to hear her speak.

A gentle tug on his pinky alerted him.

Looking down at his left hand pinky, he smiled when he saw the tiny red thread wrapping about the digit. The boy watched as the string wound its way up his forearm, burying into his skin. He could feel the thread make its way through to his heart, coiling around it and giving him a tender squeeze. Warmth filled him, melting winter's frigid claws away from his skin. Tranquility filled him as he felt her heartbeat through the tiny string. It was her way of telling him she would always be there, her way of telling him she would always protect him.

Eren tilted his head up to the white sky and closed his eyes peacefully. She was his devoted guardian angel, the only constant thing in his life now. In his loneliest hours she swept into his life, driving away the nightmares of his dying mother and replacing those with fantasies. He thanked all manners of gods and spirits that she stayed with him, though he would pray that one day he'd meet her in person. To see her only in his sleeping hours was so very lonely sometimes, for both of them. The boy could feel the sadness tug at her heart when he left her dream world.

"Are you there?" he called out softly to her. Turning around, he could not see her. "Don't hide from me, please."

At that moment he felt the soft fur of a fox brush against his calf. The touch sent thrills through his body. He watched as the large, snowy white fox with black fur along the top of her neck and head walked gracefully on top of the snow. One of her long tails curled around his leg as she passed, her other two swishing balletically behind her. He reached to touch her, but his fingers passed through her tail entirely. His hand became numb, while the rest of his arm tingled in response.

Eren shivered from the tingling that carried through to his body. His green eyes widened and, once more, he realized he must have been in the presence of some celestial spirit. The fox walked a few meters away from him, looking at him from over her shoulder as she began her transformation. Catching his breath, Eren's mouth was agape as he watched a pale light emit from the fox as her form shifted. Mist rolled off of her, pooling along the ground as she took the form of a woman before him. Heart hammering in his chest, he watched as the mist and the light dissipated from her body. She was perfect to him, with a long, lean figure. Her skin was pale as moonlight, flawless and fair. Her shapely back was to him, she was just as naked as he.

Seeing her before him reminded him of his need for her. His heart squeezed as she twisted slightly, her face turning to him but he could not make out her features as usual. He felt her intense, powerful gaze on him, trailing up his body and to his eyes.

"Will you ever let me see your face?" he asked in a soft, hurting whisper.

Eren felt her concern through their bond. He closed his eyes as she approached him, taking a deep breath as her warm finger tips brushed along his jawline. Somehow her touch drove out the hurt of her rejection, replacing in him a knowledge that she did indeed want to show herself to him. He tried to press his hand over hers, but whenever he tried to touch her, his fingers would simply pass through her and fill him with a tingling pins-and-needles sensation throughout his body. This happened even if she was already touching him.

Opening his eyes, he gazed upon her face. For some reason, he could not comprehend her features. She was not a blur, just an anomaly in his mind. Her beauty was paradoxical, and no human could begin to understand it. The boy leaned close to her until his forehead tingled, announcing that he was touching her in his own way. Breathing in her delicious scent, he asked her softly, "Will we ever meet in the real world?"

"This is reality," her divine voice whispered. Her words breathed through him, and he felt her power and wisdom just at hearing her. "My reality."

"I want you in my reality," he told her, his voice filled with passion. Eren felt her pain through their connection and knew that he should just accept that he could only meet her in his dreams. When it came to her, though, he couldn't help but be greedy. He wanted her, wanted to be able to touch her, to see her face, to truly know her.

The woman drew away from him, and he cried out at the loss of contact. He snapped up his head and looked around wildly, whirling around to find her. His heart broke again when she had disappeared entirely from him without as much as a goodbye.

Raising his left hand, he drew comfort in seeing the tiny red thread still tied about his pinky finger. It rose straight up to the sky. Eren followed it with his eyes, but he could not see her at the end of it as he had hoped.

Waking with a jolt, Eren sat up straight at his desk. He paused when he noticed that he'd fallen asleep in his studio again, and cursed when he realized the entire left side of his face was covered in paint. Touching the paint on his face, he looked at his fingers and saw that it was all sorts of different colors.

"The hell?"

Eren looked down at his desk and his breath hitched. Lying on his desk was a large canvas with her visage dressing it. He had captured her well, but not even his talents could recreate the woman's unworldly beauty. Hurt, he stared at the woman's face on his canvas, a smudged mess of reds, pinks and blues where his face had been. Was this her way of trying to show him her face?

If it was, he had absolutely destroyed his chance at knowing her a little more.