Freaky
The sky was darkening increasingly as time progressed within the day, the presence of night approaching over the two. Time we ticking, and there were so many unspoken words that neither were willing to spill.
The tide washed over Floch's feet, cold water lapping gently as the tide slowly receded back to the sea. They walked in a comfortable silence, almost hand in hand, knuckles brushing against each other causing friction and sparks to fly within Floch's heart.
Eren's deep voice began, softly and almost like he was recalling something as he looked off into the distance, his green eyes glowing in the sunset. "Y'know...back in the day, Armin, he would show me books about the sea."
Floch nodded, listening intently, watching Eren admire the sunset rather than admiring it himself. "He would go on, and on, and some days I wouldn't listen." He sighed, almost sounding regretful of the way he indirectly treated his childhood best friend. "It sounds pretty interesting...the book's. I mean." Floch responded slightly awkwardly.
Eren remained silent, his gaze fixed on the sunset, eyes pained, body frozen, paralysed and lost in endless thought. "My king?" Floch gently tapped his shoulder reluctantly. The taller boy shrugged his hand off his shoulders and in one swift movement, manoeuvred his body to face Floch, tightly gripping his shoulders with a meaningful gaze.
Things were suddenly tense, a thick atmosphere of tension which Floch desperately wanted to escape from, just for a breath of air, something other than Eren's musk. He ushered his name like a whimper, his voice shaky and unsure.
"Floch." His sudden switch up in tone confused him however putting him at ease like a distraction from the tension. Eren stared deeply into Floch's auburn eyes. He could only trust him, with his plans and the rumbling and the future of paradis, he knew he could only trust Floch, the only one who would accept his plans.
Floch waited intently, hands trembling, legs quivering in place. He probably looked foolish, however he didn't care, in that moment all he could think of was how good Eren made him feel previously.
And suddenly his pants felt tighter. Eren continued, hesitant to spill his heart. "Do you trust me? Do you trust my plans for Paradis?" His tone was so clear, so strong, so passionate, patient and waiting for a response.
"Of course I do!" Floch immediately returned without missing a beat. He had full devotion to Eren, how marvellous he truly was. His green orbs which were the portal to his heavy soul, his brown hair so soft, tender to the touch like a rabbit.
His touch was firm and confident just how Floch liked it. "I-I trust you, Jaeger." He repeated his confirmation confidently, hair tousling in the wind.
Eren only stared back silently, his eyes flickering between Flochs two eyes, searching for deceit or dishonesty despite being aware of his pathetic devotion.
"Come, let's go." He quickly changed his grip to hold Floch's hand, intertwining fingers, his cold rings pressing against Floch's clammy palm.
Eren dragged him up a hill, the sandy terrain fading into thick yet short grass coating a cliffside overlooking the beach and the vast blue ocean. Floch felt excited at this newfound attention, feeling special from the rest of the Yeagerists group.
His heart was fluttering, feeling like a ball of fire.
"Sit." Eren commanded softly, gesturing to the edge of the cliff where he already placed himself. Floch followed without question.
Beside him was the other edge of the cliff, facing to the other direction, the edge of the fields expanding beyond the walls of paradis, and suddenly he felt contented and...alive.
