BLUE DREAMS | eremin oneshot

for my bro

“You're not running away?
You're fine with losing forever?”

Before the question slipped past Eren's lips, sincerity vanquished the curiosity stirring in the window of his soul as he peered into a certain blond boy suffering in languor.

The question hovered in the balmy breeze for a long while. It almost took too long to reach the wounded child.

The blond began muttering; head resting on his knees, “I'm not losing…” 

“Huh?” The brunet, Eren, stared at him in disbelief.

“–because I don't run.”

The moment he finished his statement, Eren felt his words caged in his thickened throat with no spare keys for it to escape.

With an exasperated sigh, he surrendered. Swallowing his opinions whole as he wore a placid exterior that masked all of his thoughts.

What is he thinking? The blond questioned himself, he gulped as the atmosphere shifted into something awkward; the deafening silence certainly offered no help.

Eren wondered how a frail looking boy who got beaten up earlier managed to spat out a sentence with a tone serving as a home for utmost bravery that rivaled even the gods themselves.

However, the brunet knew that the statement contained remnants of imbecility. Eren was probably exaggerating in his head.

With all of those said, blue green hued eyes flickered from his bruises to the blond's glistening ocean blue orbs; gazes locking.

Pretty, Eren thought.

Within that split moment, the brown haired boy instantly knew what to do as if he had already seen how the future unfolded. He sighs, again.

“So…” He reached out to him, “what's your name?”

“Armin…”

Eren called out to him weakly as he bathed in the most gruesome pool of stark red. No, please. “No… Armin, no.”

Eren could hear the screams of horror that surely belonged to the young blond; the ongoing pandemonium gave no chance for Eren to feel excruciating pain from the loss of his leg.

The brunet felt everything dissolve into pieces and dusts, saving the only ones that mattered as of now. Armin. Eren was in a daze, he was now in pain; eyes yearning to close, to rest, but he couldn't. He mustn't.

I have to stand up for Armin.

Armin. A beautiful name that suits a treasure Eren would love to keep unharmed— a treasure that introduced him to a sea of jewels, riches and golds.

A name belonging to the person who gave him a boundless desire to explore the other treasures; the world outside the walls.

Eren, in such an unexpected moment, was in exquisite reveries, dreaming about the days Armin would talk about the places elaborated on his forbidden book— the days basking in glory and peace.

“Yeah, no way Armin, something valuable like salt in that sea would already be scooped out by merchants ages ago.” 

Eren could remember himself scoff at the idea of life beyond the walls. 

There was no way—

Armin proved him otherwise. 

“That's the thing! That salt is impossible to get, the sea is just too big.”