Fittings & Fawnings

Eren slept through the first nightmare.

They came for him in the night like ghosts of a different lifetime, and the first one began shortly after he had eaten and crawled under the covers of his bed.

In his dreams, he found himself being led down an unfamiliar hallway by William Winchester.

"Come on," the man kept saying.

His eyes were like Eren's—a glowing, ruby red—unlike their usual blue.

Eren followed him until he was led right back into the arena.

Daniel awaited him there, except this time there was no beating him. He towered over the arena, a basilisk, warming in the sun.

He beat Eren nearly in half.

The second dream was less visceral.

Eren was eleven again and his mother was still alive.

He had returned from school with a handful of cornflowers, only to find her standing in a river of red. The entire house was drowned in waist high blood.

"Mom?" Eren called out, wading towards her. He would recognize that curly hair anywhere, that gait.

She was sta