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sixtyeighth) wrote2023-02-27 11:41 am
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sixtyeighth) wrote2023-02-27 11:41 am
text; un:jaeger (tags this whole thread nsfw bc they're messed up)
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Are they? And pain is so easy to deliver on. That's a real shame. Well, I am never inclined to hold back. I'm happy to bring someone as close to death as you want. It's a hassle I don't want to deal with if you die.
Are you more durable than the average man?
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I don’t know if I'm more durable exactly. I don’t think durable is the right word. I'm human but I can heal from almost any injury. I can grow back arms and legs or teeth or fix broken bones. Serious head or spinal cord injury will kill me but very little else will.
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Oh, that's the best kind. Not beyond destruction but can recover. It means you can feel the hurt and get the full experience of it.
I'm the same way. So is my family. I'm used to playing rough with others. I can only promise I won't really hold back. I don't meet a lot of masochists.
they're awful, i love them
Feeling the hurt. Yes. Exactly. I wouldn't want to not feel it or it would seem pointless. I don't heal instantly. I could probably run out of stamina for healing but it would take a long time. I don't want or need you to hold back. Like I said, no severe head or neck injuries. Otherwise it's whatever.
[ He can do three entire titan transformations before he's out of juice, so it's fine, right? Eren should probably know where his limits are but he can't say for sure. This is a stupid ass thing to do and he knows it but in a world where even death doesn't matter, how much can he care? ]
Your whole family can heal wounds? Is that magic or something else?
this is dangerous lmao
I've never seen a form of regeneration like you're describing. It's always exciting to push it to its limit, though.
Yes they can, and no - no magic where I'm from. Since we're being honest, I'm a product of science.
it REALLY IS they're both the worst
It's unique to people like me at home. I can turn into a monster called a titan. There's only seven of us that can do it, but what we can do as titans varies between us. Most people just die like normal.
I've only ever pushed it much because I had no choice. I wanna see what it's like when it's something I want instead of a fight.
Science? I don't really know much about science. We didn't have magic, though. I guess titans are science, since it's tied to our bloodline. Did something happen to you that made your family able to regenerate?
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[ He considers for a moment, it takes him a second. ]
No, I am as I was always intended to be.. And I'm afraid it's a long story that you won't find terribly interesting, anyway. I can promise you that.
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If you change your mind and wanna tell me about it one day then I'll listen.
[ That's not what he came to Giovanni for, though. ]
Do you live alone? I don’t. The person I live with would kill me if I got blood anywhere.
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[ He probably won't, but that's okay. He's fine without the get to know you bits of things. ]
I do have an apartment in the city to myself. Here, I'll send you the location. I'm not there right now, but I can be there soon.
[ It's been a couple days since he's been there. It's mostly just to keep his clothes. ]
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[ Turning into a titan is as easy as bleeding, after all. ]
I'll meet you there in a couple hours then.
[ Assuming Giovanni agrees to that, he does exactly that. He doesn't bother telling anyone where he's going, because he doesn't feel like answering questions about it. He knows that no one (besides probably Reiner) would really get it and it's not their damn business.
He's not sure what to expect, what Giovanni will be like in person. Eren himself is always a little distant, not connected enough to the present until he has something real to focus on. He has his hair up, half-messy because that's just how he is. He wears black and grey, because his fashion sense is basic. Maybe someday he'll discover colour or something.
He lifts a hand in greeting when Giovanni answers the door. His picture was all over the app, so it's not like he needed to send one ahead of time. For once in his life he's not awkward. They both know what he came here for, after all. ]
Hi.
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Hello.
[ He steps back so that the other can enter his place and he can close the door. His apartment is...decidedly unlived in and clean. He's not much one for idle conversation. ]
You made it here. Good.
[ A smile, showing off those rows of sharp, pointed teeth. Eren's not all talk then, that's also good. ]
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This guy doesn't look at that strong, Eren thinks. But looks can be deceiving. Eren is pretty strong, but he's been underweight most of his life due to scarcity. Still, he somehow got that growth spurt. And he's spent nearly a year in a place without scarcity, without war and tragedy. This is probably the healthiest he's ever been or looked.
Pointed teeth, he thinks. He knows what it feels like to be bitten, having endured it over and over for his titan transformation. But sharp teeth? That's something else. ]
You think I was gonna chicken out?
[ It's fair enough if Giovanni thought that. Eren's a lot of things, including a liar, but everything he told Giovanni was the truth. This is a stupid ass thing to be doing, and he knows that, but he wants to be here. ]
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[ And in that case, Giovanni wouldn't have been too bothered, either. He shoves his hands into his pockets as he considers the other for a moment. ]
People sometimes talk big, but once they realize it's a thing that can become a reality, it becomes less exciting. I suppose they want to keep the fantasy alive and well.
[ And getting bloodied up does tend to ruin the fantasy. ]
I don't share a space with anyone, so I don't mind - we can use whatever room suits you. I don't make arrangements like this with many people. I've known people who deny the part of themselves who crave a little violence, whether or not it's directed at them.
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If I wanted to keep it a fantasy, I wouldn't have said I'd come at all.
[ Seems logical to Eren, but his sense of how to act in any given situation is usually skewed. He'd confessed his desire on an anonymous post, sure, not thinking anyone would actually offer. But once the offer was there, he was all in. ]
I think people are afraid of violence. Even before I could heal, I wasn't afraid of violence.
[ He was afraid of dying, or afraid of dying before he could do anything he set out to do. He's not afraid of death now, but he'd like to stave it off as long as he can. He's no longer counting down the years/months/weeks of his life, even if he's not always sure what to do with the time he's been granted.
Let some guy make him bleed, apparently!
He gives the place a cursory look; it doesn't really look lived-in. Eren's place looks more lived-in now that they have guests a lot, but his own room is still fairly nondescript. Developing his own tastes now that he can do that is…a work in progress.
He doesn't ask why Giovanni doesn't decorate. ]
Bedroom is fine.
[ He slides his coat off. It occurs to him only now that he didn't actually bring extra clothes. He doesn't need to be wandering home all bloody, but whatever. That's a problem for later Eren to solve.
He does feel a little awkward then. The problem with having no real expectations is not being able to guess what will happen. For Eren and his pseudo-omniscience at home, it's always strange to just not know anything that comes next.
For now, he'll follow Giovanni to the bedroom. ]
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[ He notes it for himself, rather than it being a question or something that needed responding to. That's a good thing to learn, though. The fact that he has never had that fear when a lot of mortal people do. He has to assume that the healing has only made him bolder. Of course, his presence here pretty much just proves that.
Before getting here, it was the same. Apartments were simply places for him to store his clothing, and eat or sleep if he has the desire to. It isn't often that he feels like he needs to, though.
Once he hears the answer, he leads Eren to his equally as undecorated bedroom. It's not empty, of course, his clothing is here, the bed is neatly made with a dark purple set of sheets. When he's in his room, he takes off his suit jacket and loosens his tie. He can understand the awkward, though. Normally when he invites violence it's for the sake of a fight or because his big brother has appeared in his life again.
It's rarely dropped in front of him so neatly like this. But he has some ideas as to where to start. ]
I know you said you're about like a human when it comes to taking injuries, so maybe I should ask. I can start with my hands, a knife, or my teeth. If you have a preference, now's the time to speak up. If not, I'll start wherever my instincts take me.
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[ He doesn't elaborate; Giovanni didn't actually ask. Maybe they'll talk about it at some point and maybe not. Giovanni doesn't seem like the conversational type, and Eren can appreciate that. He's not anywhere near as talkative as he was when he was younger. Now he's closed off much of the time (though a year and changed removed from the hell of their world has opened him up a little).
Eren considers, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He has bad habits like that, small points of destruction. That's unnecessary here when he's about to let Giovanni fuck him up, but he doesn't even really recognise that he's doing it.
He has enough thought to pull off his shirt and toss it in a corner somewhere. ]
Hands first. After that, your choice.
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Hands it is. Smart to discard your shirt.
[ He discards his glasses, placing them on a night stand then rolls up his sleeves. Maybe he intends to spare his shirt a little bit. Not that it matters all that much to him anymore.
He's not shy when it comes to touch. Maybe a couple of years ago he would have thought differently about doing something like this. But the place before he arrived here brought him out of his shell. He's been pulled, just a little, from his obsession.
Hands are probably the easiest to control, he thinks. Ultimately, while he's stronger than the average human, his hands aren't designed to cut or break flesh anymore than theirs. As far as he knows, he's not intending to treat this guy the way he'd treat Heine - as if it was a fight to the death, when they couldn't really kill each other.
He moves a hand just above Eren's collarbone, settling near his throat. He curls his fingers than presses in with some force. The nails puncture the skin first, but then he presses his fingers there, dragging them to cut through and break the skin of the other's chest. He doesn't leave large marks, though. It's about pain, not about just being bloodied. But really he just wanted to see for himself what it felt like to injure the guy.
It's not too unlike himself or most humans, which is what Eren had told him to begin with. But he needed to experience for himself. He also doesn't know this guy's pain threshold so he's going to be testing things he knows before escalating it. ]
Just as you said, not too difficult to damage. I had to see for myself.
[ Eren said save for a couple places, he'd be fine with nearly anything, even if it takes time to recover. He presses the heel of his palm on the other's collar bones, fully intent on breaking the bone here, but he is giving Eren a moment to protest it. While he normally wouldn't care about protests, this experience was just as much for himself as it was for the other, and he knows how to be on his best behavior with someone new. Sometimes. He wasn't sure if the other just wanted to have fun being bloodied or if he was prepared to have things broken, too.
He doesn't ask, but he's focused. ]
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It's nails. Eren has to clench his own hands. There's still something in him that doesn't know how to give in to the thing that he wants, even as the small wounds in his skin make his heart beat faster. Maybe he'll learn to ask for things he wants, once he has words for what those are. Maybe he'll demand them — not necessarily of Giovanni, just in general.
Pain gives him one thing that very little else can do: it pulls him into now. He spends all his time experiencing so much at once. Part of his longing for this is the sharp focus it grants him, where he can be only himself in this moment, only this Eren, in only this world, this time.
He sucks in a breath and tries to answer. ]
Physically, I'm really just human.
[ That's more or less true.
Steam rises from the cuts on his throat as they heal. It's half reflex, half demonstration. The steam is hot, but there's only wisps of it. He can choose not to heal for awhile, and bigger things take more out of him. He's full up on magic energy, and it will feedback loop itself with touch anyway. But he's not an endless font. He's been unable to heal before. He knows where the limit is, but only when he reaches it.
Maybe he also has a danger kink!
His eyes flick down to Giovanni's hand on him, brow furrowed in confusion. He reaches understanding only when that pressure comes. Oh.
Oh.
He doesn't fight it. Has he let someone break his bones on purpose before? Not fighting them? He doesn't think so.
Giovanni didn't entirely expect Eren to show up. Eren didn't expect Giovanni to really hurt him and surprise shows on his face. It morphs into pain and he jerks away on reflex. He is, as he said, pretty much just human. He has to clench his jaw to not make too much sound. ]
Shit.
[ But he doesn't leave or run. Pain stays bright and sharp and finally grounding where the delicate bone snapped. The healing that follows is entirely subconscious this time, bone knitting back together under his flesh, the telltale steam of it rising off him.
His pupils are blown when he looks back at Giovanni, turning his green eyes darker. ]
Don't stop.
[ Part of him wants to fight it, hit back, do something. He might; he has his own shit to get over. But he wanted -- and wants -- to be here. ]
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Don't stop.
That is easy. Not stopping is easy for Giovanni. He enjoys breaking bones and flesh under his fingers. It's comfortable and familiar, but he knows he can only do so much. He wonders if Eren gets used to the pain if he keeps delivering on the same kinds. ]
Please, I've barely gotten started.
[ Eren fighting back would delight him. Giovanni his own interest in getting hurt and tossed around. There's something exciting about seeing what someone can deliver back to him. He doesn't directly invite it, though. If Eren should feel the impulse, he's certain the man will do it.
He works on covering the man's chest in wounds - cuts from his finger tips. But after a moment, he'll lean in and use the row of sharp, saw-like teeth to dig into his shoulder.
It takes little effort and it draws blood almost instantly. ]
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At Giovanni's words, something that might be a smile if he remembered how to do that crosses Eren's face for a moment. He has a haze of pain, but it's not much; the pain doesn't linger, really, after he heals. If he purposefully doesn't heal, it will hurt longer, but he doesn't need that just yet. He doesn't need to tell his rapidly healing body to slow down and conserve energy.
Eventually, but not yet.
It's hard, he finds, not to pull away. He wants pain but his brain still has some self-preservation, some sense of alarm. That's why this is good, isn't it? The war between wanting it and not wanting it. He has no idea what he's even thinking, for once. No future/past mix, just the present and the bright pain of wounds that heal with those wisps of steam.
He clenches and unclenches his fists, bites his lip until he bites through it — dangerous, if he hurts himself, but he's not going to randomly become a titan. He has control over that.
When Giovanni bites him, that changes the sensation. Without thinking, his hand comes up, twisting into Giovanni's hair. Giovanni might fight him or stop him but it doesn't really matter. Eren's getting what he wants either way.
But if Giovanni doesn't fight him, he'll pull the other man's face up — who cares if it takes more out of him? Eren can heal — and kisses him. It's not a very nice kiss, no art to it. He came here to get hurt, sure, but he also came here to get off; it's mixed up in his head.
Eren's been tasting his own blood for years. Maybe it will taste different on someone else's mouth. ]
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That's why he's here, isn't he? To feed into his own impulses while he gives someone the type of pain they've been craving.
Giovanni's had his hair pulled on more than one occasion, and he doesn't even flinch when it's gripped tight in Eren's hands. He feels it but he doesn't expect that his head is going to be pulled away from the bite wound. He takes a bit of the flesh with him and spits it out when his head is lifted. Those saw-sharp teeth are covered in Eren's blood and a little smirk on his face before he's kissed.
He hadn't expected that, either. Not because he was unaware of what this was, but because people don't really always seem eager to taste their own blood. It's sloppy, it feels like. He lets out an amused grunt at the action. He's getting into it. That's good.
That's fine, Giovanni's sloppy, too. His kisses are all parted lips and teeth seeking out whatever flesh he can find, though he's diligent to not cause injury on Eren's face. The other certainly can see what his own blood tastes like. Giovanni's mouth is covered in it. There's no hiding what he's done.
One hand moved to grip the other's back, fingers digging in to hold him close. He'll linger in that kiss as long as the other demands it, but the moment he doesn't, he'll give him that crooked, bloody smile as his eyes scan Eren's body for the next part he wants to sink his teeth into.
He doesn't have anything to say, he usually doesn't. ]
Christmas Delivery, backdated to 25th
Eva'll be getting Gio a bottle of alcohol-free mulled wine to enjoy with the holidays. With a friendly note saying that as he was the kid of the two of them now, she probably shouldn't be getting him into underage drinking~
...The mutual snarking/sassing between the two of them was, apparently, going to be the status quo going forward.]