Eremika Fluff Week Entry; Day 4
Prompt: Under the Stars
A/N: THIS IS NOT FLUFF, THIS IS ANGST, I'M SORRY. I TRIED SO HARD BUT I'M SICK AND MY MIND JUST DOESN'T WORK RIGHT NOW. K, BYE. Also, I'm sorry for not fulfilling all the prompts. I swear, I tried my best to generate something fluffy out of the Bubble bath prompt, but Eren and Mikasa ended up having rough sex and haha, that's not even fluff. So yeah.
They stand underneath the cascades of a dark sheet pecked with thousands of stars.
Eren thinks that it is of life. It roars, it dances with an undying kind of passion, the kind that scars and inflicts through your skins and bones and the nakedness of your very soul - in every kiss all too light and ugly. In the clusters of Cassiopeia and the penchants of Cepheus' love for her. In the bends and bites and bones of Mikasa; like the stars, they are beyond any known number.
Eren knows for a fact that stars in the skies eventually run out of light. Starlight then, is only wishful thinking, an impertinent and abominable kind of beauty constructed within the walls of demented minds.
But Mikasa is constant.
She is fire among the thousand-mass stars. That, Eren is sure of.
So he treads the unsure waters, permeates through Mikasa's gossamer thoughts she stitched through time. He closes the distance of unknown lightyears or a mere tickle of breath with a snow-shuddered kiss.
And Eren swears he hears a light laugh in the bitter kiss they share on that night. It is the kind of a Mikasa Ackerman kiss, reserved and quiet, for Eren and Eren alone. But all the love in the shrill moment they share is there. And the feeling is all too sunny and bubbly, he never wants it to end.
And so they do not. They make the small fragment of time a forever. A forever under the stars.