Forward: hey! so I haven't written in quite a while, but I really wanted to write a drabble about Eren's eyes… it could be shippy, but who knows? figure it out yourself…

(read slowly, please…)

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The way he swam was undeniably enchanting; he could dive and turn and laugh his way through the sea, his bubbles shrouding his view from the currents and the tide. It would hit the curve of the sand and splash, and he found himself washed up, not at all ashamed as to where he had been. He could watch the wind twist around itself, chasing its tails, like kittens; soft, warm, innocent. They would cry eerily and get tied up in themselves, struggling, their cries rising to a shrill sound that was nothing less than the sound of torture. Then they were gone, their mother somewhere they could not reach. But after all, it was just wind; too bad he could easily mistake it for something else.

But the vastness he lost himself in was not complete without the hint of the green; dark like the forest, jade like a stone or olive like the overgrowth. He heard the trees groan tiredly as they rose around him and he found his fingers touching the stalk of a tiny, fragile flower, a daisy, and he smiled. This is something else that would not survive, and his smile faded as it turned to dust at the exposure to his skin. But the skin he was touching does not, the face he cradled in his hands was indestructible, and he prayed to a deity to keep that so. Those lips may distract him, red, like the blood he has spilt and the passion that ran through his veins, red like the fires that burn down those forests he stood inside. He suddenly felt small, small like the simple flower and the voice that called from below him.

It sounded like the kittens mother.

So smooth and gentle and God, why is it so. He felt so light headed and free and yet he was not. The mother was calling for the kittens that went off to play, their ideas running away from themselves and she did not know yet that they would never come back.

She called again and he could hear the blood rushing in his ears. She's crying, shrill and panicked, he could feel the pain course through him as he thought of the kittens who did not know what trouble they could get into.

It's a shame they didn't have a choice.

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Afterword: okay so that was a little off track but hey you know haha aha a aha ah a help me

(the kittens are the soldiers giving their lives for humanity, and, of course, they are just kids, right? eue)