Turtle's OTP Challenge

Day Three- The Taste of Water

Day Three- The Taste of Water

(11/9/14)

    

    A sigh escaped me as Eren jumped once again. Shitty brat, I thought harshly. Shouldn't have suggested the movies in the first place, much less a thriller. It wasn't even scary. I could almost laugh at the murderer's pitiful attempts to make the watchers start and scream.

        Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Eren, white-faced, gripping the armrest in terror. He was obviously trying to stifle his gasps. I scrunched my face in disgust at Eren's weak mindset, but actually watched his eyes.

        It was harder to see their color in the darkened theater; not to mention the film flashing and shining in them. The green and blue mixed together alright, I supposed. They definitely weren't teal, thank God, but just a mix of blue and green flecks. It was difficult to describe them, I realised with frustration, and I furrowed my eyebrows. It was like describing the taste of water. Or maybe explaining love to an inexperienced child.

        Speaking of love and tasting...I could feel an undeniable, irrevocable pull towards the boy. It was an uncomfortable feeling, this pull. Or was it the fact I wasn't filling the five-inch space between us now? A scream in the speaker jarred my teeth and I, so deep in thought, jumped as Eren gasped and reached for the nearest thing.

        My hand.

        We both stared at it for eternity. Or what seemed like it. I could sense Eren slowly look down at me with dread, it seemed.

        But I couldn't stop staring. Wide eyes, more emotion that I've shown in years, watched our hands. They...They fit, for lack of better words. I hadn't known how freezing I was until that hand slipped into mine. Eren relaxed his grip and began pulling away, but I tightened mine almost instantly. The brat jumped slightly.

        I intertwined my fingers with Eren's and looked back up at the screen showing a woman getting killed in a shower. The boy shifted his eyes from me to our clasped hands and then back again. He must've gotten over the shock of my move, because he resumed watching the movie. It felt right, and I was filled with a foreign feeling. A warm feeling.

        A smile, the tiniest of upturned lips, lit up my face.

        A//N: This is pretty late again. It's like six here, so it's probably late where you guys out of America are. I don't know why, but Eren looks waaay too adorable as a bunny. Am I wrong? See you tomorrow~

        As always, epicturtle0623, out!