At night, Eren drowns in blissful dreams.

Soft sunlight filled the room as Eren leaned on the dining table, his elbows supporting him, while he watched Rivaille sip his coffee from across the table. Silence filled the air but it wasn't suffocating as it had been the first time they'd met; it was a calm, soothing silence that they both secretly relished.

It was only after many minutes of observing the older man, did Eren speak. "Why do you hold your cup like that?" His question came out a murmur as he unconsciously tilted his head to the side.


"Your cup," Eren repeated, "why do you hold it like that?"

Rivaille glanced downwards at the hand he used to grasp his drink; his fingers and thumb were perching on opposite sides of his mug. "Just preference," Rivaille said without a second thought. "Why?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Wouldn't you want to know why the person you love does certain things?" Eren asked innocently as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Rivaille just stared at Eren for a few moments before he resumed sipping his drink. "Damn kid." Eren just grinned at the remark. Eren didn't mind not getting any affectionate words in return for he knew that the moment he turned to glance outside the window, the corners of Rivaille's lips would lift ever so slightly. And that fact alone was enough for him.

His dreams come in great detail; so much so that it almost seems that he'll be able to recall every sight, every action and every sound he sees, does and hears in it. However, on the contrary, when Eren awakes, all memory of it is lost—just like how words are erased from a book being burned; never to be retrieved nor salvaged.

A/N: Just a prologue so far so it's rather vague! Should be uploading the next chapters soon. Please do leave a review as they are greatly appreciated! Plus I'll probably decide how long I'm going to make this fic based on the feedback I get so please let me know what you think! xD