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Creature Eren | Cabin Mikasa Words : 981 @eremikaweekevent | DAY 4 ; nightmares & comfort

It was the same every night. He no longer felt the cold of winter; his whole body was burning, surrounded by the flames of his sins. He was both victim and executioner at the same time, his eternal prison, and he felt everything viscerally : the sensation of his bones shattering beneath the giant’s jaws, his eyes bulging from their sockets, his skin tearing apart, scars opening one by one to reveal withered flowers and dead caterpillars, his blood as dark as night in the moonlight, and he screamed, so loudly, screamed in agony, but his screech always echoed in the silence, no one came, and no one ever will, with only eternal torture to keep him company.

Until he then inflicted his own torment on faceless, nameless people, clenching his victims in his fist, their eyes filled with tears and blood, begging for their lives, until he shattered their fragile, tiny bodies to devour their souls and their affliction. He could feel their intestines and wormy guts sliding all over his throat, the foul smell of dried blood and bile enveloped him like a cursed veil. He dyingly wanted to vomit, but couldn't. He was perpetually trapped with death all around him, never understanding its nature, faithful to herself like an old friend visiting him every witching hour, tormenting him, denying him any relief. He could beg, fall to his knees, but Death only merely offered him a mirror to reflect his vile and immoral nature, confronting him with what he truly was: the pathetic, insignificant, silent insect in its purgatory, and the blind demon of these terrifying massacres, playing out these two roles like an endless dance.

After what felt like hours-or maybe even years, he looked up at the moon and suddenly, he saw that it begin to transformed into a gigantic, feminine hand, as pale as the original shape in the sky.

Was this his deliverance? Had an angel taken pity on him and finally granted him an end and peace?

He heard a voice in the distance, so gentle it could only come from heaven, calling his name: “Eren” “Eren.” He had never cherished his name more than at that moment. He held out his claret hand, in desperation, hope shining in his eyes with a trembling smile, the angel met the outcast, the unloved one, until finally touching-

“Eren, it’s me! Please wake up!!”

He was jolted awake by her cries. The room was shrouded in darkness, with only the moonlight filtering through the wooden shutters. Startled by the sudden awakening, he brutally bolted upright, curling up in the corner, his towering figure casting a giant shadow on the opposite wall of the room, until he saw her, clearly, in her white nightgown with straps slipping down of her shoulders, her long, ebony hair flowing down her back. She was sitting on the edge of his bed, her moon-like eyes filled with worry and tears:

"Eren, it’s me, it’s Mikasa. Don’t be afraid, it was just a nightmare, I'm here." Her words came out as a whisper, almost inaudible; like she was talking to a frightened animal.

She reached out her hand toward his cheek, gently inviting him to join her, without fear, just with a strange patience and innocence in her gaze and her gestures, the meaning and origin of which he still didn’t understand.

Mikasa…why did you make the mistake of looking at me when you first saw me?

His body was completely drenched in sweat, the bed completely soaked, but all that mattered was the touch of her hand against his cheek; it was so cold, the same sensation as a snowflake landing on his cheeks when he went out in the morning to admire the sunrise; so cold, so warm, so alive. His breathing began to slow slightly, and he covered her hand as gently as he could with his own, twice as large as hers, burning hot, covered in scars, the roughness masking the beauty, and closed his eyes to simply savor her presence by his side:

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry-” He kept muttering it with broken voice until she finally pulled him into her arms, his face buried against her bosom, as she soothed him as best she could by stroking his hair:

“Shh…it’s over, it’s just you and me now.” She continued to whisper to him, solacing him with her caresses; a guardian against his pain, until he fell completely asleep into infinity.

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The first rays of sunlight began to appear, the birds began their morning symphony; the mountains were covered in a white so pure and untainted, and in that little cabin lost to the world, two shadows lay entwined. For the first time, Eren had fallen asleep without drifting to the other side of the hell within his mind, he was still embrace by a beauty so unbearably soft who protecting him from all harm, even from himself.

Everything that draws me in condemns me, this forbidden desire…

He was nothing but a monster in a woman’s arms, listening to the beating of her heart as if it were his salvation. Paradise did indeed exist, he thought, and it was an ethereal creature with a scarf around her neck, in that color that had terrified him so much at first, reminding him of blood and the fragility of human nature and his own, until it became a protective sight of tenderness and miracle, the endearment of life replacing death.

He then had the sudden audacity, the indecency in his thoughts, to make a wish, just one, in the silence of the morning mist, as if time had stood still; if anyone could hear him, he prayed to the sky:

"Let me dream of her from now on. Only her."

Her.

Her

Her

Her.

He was already sick of all the shit between his dad and his older brother. He just wanted to sleep.

“Never in my 7 days of life” Baby Eren

Fun fact: Carla was the one who dressed him like a Victorian baby when he was a infant and like a normie when he was a teenager.

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@eremikaweekevent | Day one

The lesson with Carla had just ended; it was her first music theory class. She was starting slowly, focusing mainly on reading sheet music and notes. Next time, Mikasa would show her some harmonies to memorize, as well as intervals.

Carla was an exemplary student; her eagerness to learn inspired Mikasa to do her best to give her all the tools she needed so she could start playing as soon as possible, but at a gentle pace. They complemented each other perfectly during that half-hour; Mikasa informed, instructed, while offering advice, adapting to the difficulty, and Carla listened, wasn’t afraid to ask questions, and, above all, picked up the information very quickly.

But coming to Carla’s house wasn’t just a half-hour lesson followed by simple goodbye ; she often stayed well past an hour, as the lesson was interspersed with lively, passionate discussions about everything and nothing, and Mikasa couldn’t help but love those kinds of moments, she found in Carla more than just a student, she was a lovely presence who admittedly, talked and laughed too loudly, it seems like a family thing, and who offered her tea every five minutes even though Mikasa turned down kindly the offer countless times, but Carla exuded a kindness and heartfelt passion that made Mikasa feel comfortable and allowed her to let her guard down too, without any judgment between us even with their difference of personality, just two women finding happiness in the simplest things of their daily lives.

But deep down, Mikasa knew in her heart this wasn’t quite her favorite moment.

Not when he was there.

It didn’t last very long today; he had to leave at the end of lesson with Carla to go to a family dinner his brother organized, and Carla had asked Mikasa if she could stay at her place to feed Catniss Ervermeow, Carla’s cat (she tried not to comment or laugh on that very…peculiar name, only Carla could call her that she thinks.) She’d done this several times before, Even though Carla always insisted that she join to eat with them, which Mikasa politely declined for now, it was already really touching that Carla trusted her to do that, and she can't lied that she enjoy this cozy, welcoming home and let her heart beat normally again after he always leave.

She didn't know why, (oh she knows) but as soon as he was there, the atmosphere in the room changed completely; it became heavier, more...charged with a tension she couldn't describe, perhaps something she was only imagining in her silly head.

She tried not to look at him, even though she could feel his gaze on her constantly. She did her best everytime to lighten the mood, knowing full well that the more she pretended to be relaxed, the more she made terrible jokes that only made things more awkward, luckily, Carla was a good audience and saved the room from a deathly silence, she told herself.

She could lie to herself, but she couldn’t resist but smile slightly when she heard his deep voice, his laughter that warmed her heart and resonated through her body. She could try to convince herself to make small talk with him as mere friends and out of politeness, but she cherished every second of his presence, her heart threatening to explode the moment his body would brushed against her arm, her legs clenching together when green and grey met.

From the outside, she seemed normal, she think... right? Slightly uptight and a little odd maybe, but inside her lay a fireworks display of budding emotions that she was trying her best to control.

The end of the afternoon had arrived, and after Carla and he had said goodbye to her and left, she completely relaxed on the couch, taking advantage of the fact that no one was there to watch her; like a puddle of water melting onto the mattress. She feel odiously stupid for reacting that way, even more so today, because it wasn’t like usual; he had the same wooing smile, but he was more distant, had spoken less, maybe she’d done something wrong? Or were her jokes begin to annoy Eren? Was she annoying? Oh god she was. Was she not -what was the word- chill enough?

A sense of guilt was growing inside her and weighing on her stomach, as if she were hiding an immoral and vile secret, that probably means nothing, but was that really the case? Because why did her heart tighten when she saw him disappear? Secretly wishing he’d stay a little longer, wanting to have a moment just with him, even just five seconds, why did she linger longer in her bathroom the morning to apply a little more makeup or put on the perfume she knows Eren loves, when she knew he’d be coming over to Carla’s? Why did her face burned when he is on the couch during her lesson time, watching her with his smirk and piercing eyes as she discreetly turned around to look at him?

That mix of joy and feeling alive, combined with guilt and the sense that she was doing something wrong, especially toward Carla, stirred up far too many doubts and questions within her, preventing her from wanting to do what she’d like to do with him.

But what does she want to do exactly ?

The vibration of her phone abruptly snapped her out of her unanswered daydreams; she checked who had texted her and saw Carla’s name :

Carla : Eren forgot his wallet, don’t be afraid if you hear the door open! ;-)

The air in her lungs caught, she didn’t even have time to process the message before she heard well and truly the door open. She leapt off the couch, smoothed out her long olive-green dress, and tucked her hair behind her ears as quickly as possible until she saw him appear at the entrance to the living room; their eyes locked immediately, as if under a spell that made it impossible to look away, she decided to speak first so as not to show that she was surprised : (and completely panicked)

"Oh E-Eren, your mom just told me you forgot your wallet, right? If you want, I can help you look for it-"

She hadn’t even finished her sentence when he approached her very slowly, the sound of his footsteps muffled by the creaking of the floorboards, never taking his eyes off her. Mikasa’s breathing quickened until he was just two steps away from her, and at that very moment, she forgot about the wallet, the cat, Carla, or even who she was, because all that mattered right then and there was that Eren was so close to her face she could feel his breath; wild berries and lemon, on her lips and she had absolutely no idea what to do except just stare at the curve of his lips, imagining how soft it would feel to gently touch them with the tips of her fingers, until she saw them slowly curve into a smile and says:

“I didn’t come here for the wallet, Mikasa.”

It was over. Her heart was definitely going to explode; she was acting like a ill-mannered teenager about to experience her first kiss. She was ashamed of it, but she couldn’t help herself; it was instinctive, terrifying, irresistible.

She had to step back now, turn around, and pretend nothing had happened, go back to looking for his wallet, that had to be her mission of the utmost importance...but her body was unable to move; Eren’s warmth was like a magnet to which every part of her was desperately drawn. She surrendered to her terrible fate, began to slowly close her eyes, her long, fine lashes brushing the tops of her cheeks, tilted her head back slightly to feel him even closer to her, and waited, waited, waited.

She felt him leaning toward her; every movement, every sound, every breath drove her crazier with anticipation of his touch, until she finally felt his lips brush her cheeks like a gentle caress, her whole body threatened to give way under the shivers he sent through her; she tried as best she could to stifle her moan, but instead of her dream destination, he moved slowly, agonizingly down toward her jawline, gently tracing a path with the mere touch of his lips, without ever applying pressure, all the way down below her ear, then finally, to her neck to plant a kiss in the hollow, right next to her pearl necklace, the cold metal that had now been replaced by the burning sensation of his kiss, like a mark that will never fade. He stay like this for few seconds until it was, unfortunately, already over. He straightened up haltingly, Mikasa’s gaze never leaving him, as she had to tilt her head back to look up from his height:

“That’s what I forgot.”

He walked backward, a light smile on his lips, while Mikasa had turned completely red from head to toe without yet fully realizing what had just happened, until Eren’s figure disappeared from her field of vision, she tried, as best she could, to relearn how to breathe normally when the vibration of her cell phone snapped her out of her daze once again. She saw it was Carla again, and she couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh as she read:

CAPRICE CHAPTER 34: ‘tripwire’

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