Years ago. Eren's words ring in his eardrum, the truth echoing in until it died out. She's right, it had been years squeezed between them. But it's bitterness and anger — and some days a mix of both that spite him to carry on. To press on the wound, to scratch at the sting. ❝ Just because it was years ago, I'm supposed to forgive you ? Don't fucking feel like it. ❞ It's beyond childish, really. To hang this over her head, to point the finger at just her as if it really was all her fault. Klaus knows deep down it's his rot that ate away at them, too. They grin at her remark. ❝ But it doesn't sound the same. Not the same way I say it, baby. ❞ Klaus almost taunts. His tongue presses down hard on the familiar nickname.
His grin grows wider, almost evident in their voice. ❝ Sounds pretty jealous to me. It's just us, Eren. You can admit it. ❞ Or maybe he hopes she is. It's a sick sort of sign that they use between themselves, to drop a bait and see if the other bites. A test to see if they're still around enough to care. At some point, Klaus knows this will all come burning down. The mess that they've made and nurtured all these years will finally accumulate into something neither can handle — and crush them both. The demigod is counting down the days. ❝ Are you disappointed ? Did you want me to change ? ❞ A cynical chuckle rolls off their lips.
They've known her for years and it's so easy to pick up on the subtle shift of her voice, rolling his eyes at the smirk that was most likely playing at on her lips. ❝ Not jealous. I don't really give a shit who you're playing pretend with for the night. ❞ Niklaus snarls. His jealously was unlike any others — green all over and greedy. Their cycle has a rough edge to it, a side that is purposefully sharpened to stab through the other. Each word, each tone shift, each temporary lover. It works, and she's under his skin now. Klaus' fuse is notoriously short and they feel their blood begin to boil. ❝ Speaking of fucking dates, I was going to ask one of the Ares kids — you know, like one of your half siblings, out. Can you pass along my number, สุดที่รัก ? ❞ An icy laugh escapes as Klaus slurs.
A tiredness, both from the alcohol and the high, causes Niklaus to shift. He turns to his side, staring blankly at the screen ahead. But it's not purely just from the additives in their system — it's this. The fighting, the bitterness in his mouth after every word, the pretending. Their cycle was starting to wear them down. An authentic laugh hums from the back of his throat, one similar to the ones they both shared together years ago. ❝ Like I'm some fucking dog ? Someone else can play with me instead. ❞ There are brief moments where things between them feel calm. When the waters have settled down and things don't feel so choppy anymore. ❝ Yet, you come back. Why ? ❞ Klaus' voice isn't as vengeance filled as it was moments ago, instead genuine curiosity coated him. Their voice is a little sleepy now, too. ❝ Why do you come back to me, Eren ? It must mean you love me. ❞
Klaus sighs. They're drunk, stoned, and becoming drowsy. It's why it's so easy to mumble out ❝ I love you. ❞
❝ That's why I drag you back in. ❞
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