title: rise from the ashes
pairing: eren/mikasa
setting: in a pre-canon and canon. contains SPOILERS.
prompt: warmth.
summary: i'm your home, right?
notes: I wanted to write about my OTP, and in the end I decided to by small drabbles (with prompts of "Eremika weeks") This is my first written in English, so I sincerely hope you enjoy it c: (i don't have Beta, sorry)
disclaimer: own nothing!
Mikasa nevers liked winter. Because it's cold and remember dark nights and pitiful moans of a little girl who lost the most precious to her for whims of fate (too cold, death is so cold) no, never liked it. Even before that, even after. Nothing made her crave raining diamonds cotton —and place glass in the windows. She looked warmth, though was frozen inside.
And when her parents were —far, far away—she cried, accompanied by silence. She cried a lot while the occasional moan was slipping through her fingers, pacing the room in which the dam had. The whispering wind teased her misfortunes, because it was always cold, wherever she might be. And nothing seemed farther away. But then came Eren and cold suddenly disappeared, leaving her confused. Because —there is no one waiting for me at home—the world suddenly seemed a warm and welcoming place. And Eren, a child or even anyone who knew only her name, came to her aid as
(—he wanted to save her, really wanted to.)
It was at that moment that Mikasa saw how alone she was. And she wept again —for everything, for nothing; ashamed of herself. She cried at dim—red cloth wrapped passion, wondering where to go, what to do. And doubtful, Eren took her hand, increasing her frost tears.
("I'm your home, right?")
"… Come, come to our house," he said, guiding her toward the light. (Eren is my light) because it was his concern, his gentle voice, his fingers intertwined with hers, who lit the fire in Mikasa's chest (my heart) dispelling cold. All that and more, which was enough for look beyond the clouds, to discover the sun.
And she remembers, that precious time. Even among much blood and fear, so much pain and panic, while decreasing the distance between their faces and returns to mourn Mikasa reminds her love for Eren.
"Thank you… for teaching me the way to live. Thank you… for being with me. Thanks… for wrapping this scarf around me."
Stammers, and words abound. And she sees Eren turns away, rising; because he knows that is worth living decided to protect her.
"It's just a scarf," scolds him, "I'll wrap it for you as many times as you want. "
—and she thinks:
(Eren…)
"And we'll be together, from now on."
(you were always very warm.)