A/N: drabble! Kind in a rut right now with writing, but I'm slowly getting back on board. SLOWLY
Children
"Huh, we don't really fit in this world, do we?" He said. Then he took her small bloodied hands in his. His hands were clammy, but still warm— so warm, she could feel his heat radiate through her, every pulse of their synchronized heartbeats was a gift to her ears. She never wanted to hurt him. She never…
"You, and me?" Eren mumbled, stepping into her personal space, and while her mind told her to flee—Run! —her heart did somersaults in her ribcage. She was at war with herself. Wide-eyed, and broken, and home-sick. She was a lost girl. A fragile girl, a crying girl.
"We're both just cursed children," He chuckled, dryly. No humor to be found. "We're dying. And no one knows what to do with us."
Then he pressed his palms to hers, and held them to his chest. She knew, she was aware. She had always been aware. Not even the Marley could take away her will. Her love, yes. But not her will. The tears running down her face were a reminder of that.
"But you know what?" He whispered, and closed in on her. He laced his fingers through hers, delicately. "We fit together."
She closed her eyes. Bowing her head. Sobbed silently while he watched with green sympathetic eyes, no longer afraid of baring her weakness to him.
"We fit." He repeated. She'd been floating far, far away, off to the deep end, but he had come to bring her back. Their intertwined hands were supposed to be her anchor, and very slowly she did, he steered her to shore, until he knew she was grounded.
She hiccuped. "I-I'm sorry." She really was. "I really am."
"I know." He lowered their hands, leaned down to press a feather light kiss against her damp forehead. "I won't forgive you, though."
She smiled sadly, "I know." She could run away as many times as she wanted too, but she would never get far, he would always come for her. He'd chase her across the great wide sea if he could, Goddesses be damned. He'd tear down the walls of the Marley, start a whole new war, all to collect her. She could fall off the edges of the earth, and he'd fall with her.
His infatuation for her left her breathless; smothered in a kind of pitying love that'd she'd never thought she'd ever receive from another human being. It was fascinating, yet terrifying. The things he would, and could, do for her. To her.
He pulled away, but kept his right hand tangled within hers. "We should get going, the Commander is waiting for us."
Behind her, the waves of the ocean gently lapped away at the shore. Receding as far back as it could, and then coming forth all over again.