past lives [eren x reader] [.2]

There's just something 'bout you, I know
Started centuries ago, though

   The transparent umbrella held above the two didn't cover too much area, keeping [First] and Eren in close proximity of each other. While the brunette did his best to give them a decent amount of space, [First] didn't really mind being close to him. It was comforting, actually, and they found their self moving in closer to his extremely warm body, accidentally rubbing shoulders but never moving from his side.

   Eren found it strange, how open this stranger was with him, as if they'd grown up together. They held up most of the conversation, never missing a beat when there was more than a five second interval of silence. He'd been counting. Luckily they kept their one-sided conversation interesting enough for him not to go ballistic, else he may have blown up on them for talking so much. But the way they thanked him with such gratitude was his favorite, looking him in the eyes with those optics that could melt him down to nothing was glorious. He wasn't sure if it was simply the excitement of meeting a new person, but he was growing attached to the girl.

   He stole glances at them during their walk, noting their [h/c] hair beginning to frizz up from the humid air. He ran his fingers through his own dark locks and felt them rising, as well. He cursed the weather, and did his best to smooth out his hair as best he could without looking weird or making much movement.

   "[First]?" He asked, making sure that he'd remembered their name correctly. So many people mispronounced his, so he always made a point to remember others' correctly.

   They turned their head to face him, waiting for him to speak. Their lips were lightly chapped and parted slightly, and Eren had to clear his throat to draw his attention away from their tempting nature.

   "Let's move away from the crowd a bit." His hand came upon the small of their back gently, guiding them around a large collection of people that weren't likely to part for them. Shivers ran up and down [First]'s body from the subtle contact, but they retained their cool composure, only letting their teeth clamp onto their lip for a moment to release the jitters. Eren noticed, and apologized furiously while quickly retracting his arm back down to his side, a blush illuminating his face that stood out against the dreary grey that tinted the sky. [First] had to hold their tongue, dying to ask him to hold them to him once more, but knew that he would find it extremely creepy coming from a stranger.

   "It's okay," was all they would allow to come out, and left the two in silence for the rest of their trip. Eren felt it was his own carelessness that had turned the air awkward (for him, at least. [First] failed to notice anything out of place save for the absence of heat on their back), and almost apologized again before realizing it would only make the tension worse. He wanted to smack himself on the head two thousand times over, but God would never have been so merciful.

   Once they arrived at the museum [First] had explained before things had become awkward for the teenage boy, it took a few moments of silence for either to say a word.

   "Thank you so much for sharing your umbrella with me," they said, clutching the fabric of their clothes with their fingers, twisting and pulling at the material while a feeling of anticipation wrapped itself around them, unwilling to let go. Before them stood was their lover from a past life, and it was only now they realized that they wanted him in this one, too. Their mind went through possibilities of how to discreetly make plans to meet him again, and they just barely caught what he was saying.

   "Eh? It's not a problem, not at all. But, uh," Eren's free hand reached behind his head, running his fingers through his hair and scratching at his neck, "Do you think that... ugh, no, that sounds stupid." He closed his eyes tightly in frustration, unsure how to ask how to see them again without sounding like a sap. "Nevermind," his eyes darted to the side, hand coming to wipe the invisible rain from his mouth, "It doesn't matter."

   [First] had to contain their laughter at his antics, knowing full well his intentions. They'd always been adept at reading what others were thinking, especially Eren, and it had become particularly useful in this situation. They curled a finger at him, beckoning him to come closer to themself as a overwhelming feeling of confidence overtook them. He did so, looking interested in what they wanted of him. His eyes, forever suspended between green and blue bore into their own with curiosity, and it was difficult to keep focused on their priorities. He was finally down to their level, waiting for something, anything to happen.

   Their lips quickly came to rest upon his tanned cheek, catching him off guard as his breath caught in his throat. Unable  to say anything, he only stared at them as their lips reluctantly left his flesh, and their eyes stared into his own. Blood filled both of their cheeks, and only continued to rise with their next sentence.

   "I'll be out in an hour. You can come back and escort me home if you want," they said with a smile that bared their teeth and all of their happiness, then quickly turned away to enter the massive building, standing at least five stories high.

   Eren was in shock, still bent over awkwardly even after they'd disappeared from sight. His lips twitched into his own content grin, and he glanced down at the military green wristwatch he wore, setting it to go off at the time the interesting person instructed. He left the vicinity, knowing that they had him wrapped around their finger already, though he had no idea how they'd done it so easily.

   'Maybe it's destiny.'

You see, your kiss is like a lost ghost
Only I would know