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[ after you've had sex under a tree a few meters away from a corpse that just tried to kill you, you start to consider your alertness as either more than prime or just absolutely stupid.

eren liked to think he was the former. he might be the latter— but she does that to him.

when she declares herself, eren can feel the burn on his face as much as he sees her's in the camp's lighting. it earns an attentive look— not one of shock, but . . . how can you not have your chest all bubbly after something like that? mutual. ]

. . . Are you okay with that? [ he knows it's hard to carry these sort of feelings when their permanence here was temporary. he says this gently, hand in hers, because more than do what he was compelled to do, heart and all, he did not want to be a source of hurt. ] For as long as we're here— and whatever happens after that.

[ I am well accustomed to loss, she thinks. Her childhood friend, her childhood home, her father right in front of her... Lex seeks out his hand with one of hers, twining their fingers together. ]

Yes.

[ She has survived many things, had no choice to. If - when - Eren goes back, she will survive. If he will survive if she goes back, to a fate that she is certain is poor... well, that she doesn't know. But that isn't her choice to make. ]

Are you?

[ they'ved lost so much. it isn't as if losing one more would not make a difference— because it hurts every damn time like a hot knife sinking into your chest and back. there's just one thing about this sort of hurt, though, that comes with the one thing he's never keep from himself. ]

You're worth every second. [ eren isn't even trying to be a mushy romantic— it's a genuine truth that's spoken as such, a straight face held through it to show that he was far more serious than any pick up line that could exist. ] That's the truth.

[ that's, probably, when his head tips down and messy hair falls in the way. ]

[ His hair falls in front of his face and Lex reaches up, brushes it to the side. Her fingers trail over the line of his jaw down to his mouth, brushing the tip of her index finger along his lower lip. ]

How do we do this? And- [ a pause, a slight laugh, ] -does it have to wait until we get back?

[ that is . . . a very good question!! she also better be prepared for tongue flickies, quick and unthought of when he actually does it. sort of a reflex when something gets to close to his mouth, but he’ll enjoy the particles of her taste any day. ]

The Coven does it, [ watching the wilder witches around, ] if we can get a Witch to supervise.

[ he

is down ]

[ The flicks of his tongue make her smile, and she shifts her hand just enough to make sure that one of those flicks drags against the pad of her finger. ]

I bet they'd be delighted, with how much everyone goes on about Bonds.

[ She turns her head, looks toward the Wilders. It's a lazy assessment, a predator with no real interest in chasing - at least until one draws closer, and then Lex clears her throat and beckons them over with a lazy wave of her claws. ]

[ well, shit— they're doing this right here and right now, then. not that he had doubted it! it just simply . . . makes his chest skip when a wilder comes forth. a bond, they say? lex was right; they are delighted and instantly call a helper over to make the preparations quick. from the corner of his eye, he sees it, and frankly!!

he doesn't let her fingerpad flee without a pleasant goodbye: a drag from his tongue, slow, short and suggestive. they'll probably at the very least have to sit up, and eren bring her with him to sit and watch the gleeful wilders create a circle around them with painted enchantments. ]

Good call. [ pulling her hand to his lap, eren's about to kiss her— all ceasing when a witch abruptly sifts themselves between them to tie their hands together in a colorful ribbon. i made sure to transmute good ones, they match your eyes, both of you!

he'll kiss you way more than that in a bit. ]

Won't take long for more.

[ :') ]

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[ Oh. Well. That was- fast, and efficient, and sort of startling.

The enchantments, the ribbon; it makes her laugh a bit, delighted by the strangeness of it. ]

Here we go, I guess. Vows now, right?

[ She is going to have to wing this like hell. ]

[ breathes in— alright. and because this is the epitome of winging it . . . eren’s hands are tight in hers, holding and waiting for his words to come. it doesn’t take him that long to let his lips work. ]

There’s only one real thing I want you to know, from this. [ and he means it, deep in the way his heart beats and how he’d soon be feeling lex’s as his own. the soaring in his chest and the drive to take him anywhere. ] We are free.

[ simple, but ample in its meaning. everything he does, everything they both do— it should be out of their will to do it. ]

No matter what shapes us on the outside.

[ No chains, no walls, no vault. She smiles back at Eren, and if not for the fact that she's supposed to speak next, she'd probably kiss him again. ]

I've got your back, [ she says instead, squeezing his hands in hers. ] I'll always have your back, even if sometimes you might not be able to tell. Not because of the Bond, not because of us both being strangers here, but because I want to.

[ Because having a friend, a partner, someone whose back she watches and who watches hers in turn... that's important. That trust, that bond, that is what she wants. ]

[ and that was that. simple vows made by simple people. the witch is about to ask more between their soft silence, one probably staring at each other longingly— and staring. and, staring.

if lex had wanted to before she had words to promise, eren seals the rest with the kiss they’re waiting for. the wilder pair, awkwardly croaking, decides to finish up her own process and leave them be with what they didn’t have to wonder anymore.

they were tethered, they were bonded, and what was in lex’s feelings were in eren’s and vice versa. they share something warm and unbelievable as his head tilts in deeper for her lips. it vibrates in his chest as his and is shared like an open vault indeed: it’s the thing he could take most pride and joy in.

he cherishes this as he does her words, and wraps around her feelings as if he were meant to be there. ]

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