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Rivaille X Reader- Beyond my Grasp

Songfic- June on the West Coast/ Bright Eyes

"You see, sorrow gets too heavy and joy it tends to hold you/ With the fear that it eventually departs."

A soft, gentle wave ascended up the shoreline that reached the tip of my boot. The liquid soothes me almost, as if it's the the touch of a mother to her child. It calls out to me when I need it most, and runs aside the heel of my boot so easily. The way it rolled down back into the ocean, leaving the sand seeped with its substance; I adore the feeling. It's not like the feeling needs to be adored, but it beckons me to experience it. Its crisp, blue waves that flip in the ocean act as a hit of nostalgia.

Another layer of liquid makes its way up to my leather soled boots. The sensation kills me- but it somehow makes me return to this same shoreline every morning.

The water is just like her touch.

The aquatic surface sparkled under the sunlight, and for a moment I could see my own reflection. I almost don't recognize myself; I changed over these years, not just my physical appearance, but mentally. My skin was pale, and dark circles were under my eyes from lack of sleep.

I can't close my eyes to sleep for some reason. Maybe it's because I'm afraid I'll be asleep when she comes back, or maybe the Titans might strike while I'm unconscious. No wait, the Titans are gone- I made sure of that.

My choppy ebony hair framed my tired face as if it were a picture frame. My cravat was hanging from my neck, it was always loose but I never care. A brown jacket was draped over my shoulders, and it fit around my figure like wrapping paper. My dull eyes caught sight of a symbol on my breast pocket- it was the Wings of Freedom. I shouldn't wear it; I don't deserve to because of her.

She never experience the freedom I did, and yet she wore the same symbol on her jacket and cloak.

I lifted my eyes from my reflection and saw the bright, yellow sun hovering over the horizon. I wanted to scream in its face. How come she never experienced the ocean? Can she not feel the ocean tides tickle her boots? Why can't she find me?

Then reality hit me- life is a game of hide-and-seek. Except, I'm losing. She's hiding somewhere that I can't go, somewhere I can't see. I'll never be able to be by her side, or look at our reflections in the sun-kissed water.

I dropped to my knees causing the wet sand to stain my white uniform pants. The palms of my hands pressed against the ground and I dug my fingernails into the sandy particles.

I searched, and searched for her with no prevail. When will she noticed, and come out of hiding? She won, and I lost. But why does she insist to hide?

A tide of water swam around my wrist and soaked into my pants, but despite the filth, I remained.

I can almost imagine her picking me off the wet sand and shake my shoulders. "Rivaille, smile for once! The Titans are gone- we won!" That thought only guided me so far, for so long, that it lost its affect. The giant beasts- our predators, are gone and the happiness was only temporary for me. I almost wished that the Titans were still alive. Maybe I would be able to see her bright, [E/C] eyes once again. I may not have the hopes that the Wings of Freedom wish to grant, but I'll have her by my side.

The water descends down the shoreline, just like my sanity. A tear slips from my pale blue eyes and rolls down with the waves.

I refuse that she's dead, but there is no other reason but that. It was like she was a baby mouse and was swooped up by a hawk, and I was the mother mouse that was supposed to protect her. My grief and sorrow fell down on my back, crumbling my chest and heart like a piece of fragile paper.

The memory of her face is slipping, and I attempt to hang on to her. Despite my attempts, I never get a grip on her.

She's simply elsewhere, and that place is just beyond my grasp.

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Rivaille X Reader- Beyond my Grasp

Songfic- June on the West Coast/ Bright Eyes

"You see, sorrow gets too heavy and joy it tends to hold you/ With the fear that it eventually departs."

A soft, gentle wave ascended up the shoreline that reached the tip of my boot. The liquid soothes me almost, as if it's the the touch of a mother to her child. It calls out to me when I need it most, and runs aside the heel of my boot so easily. The way it rolled down back into the ocean, leaving the sand seeped with its substance; I adore the feeling. It's not like the feeling needs to be adored, but it beckons me to experience it. Its crisp, blue waves that flip in the ocean act as a hit of nostalgia.

Another layer of liquid makes its way up to my leather soled boots. The sensation kills me- but it somehow makes me return to this same shoreline every morning.

The water is just like her touch.

The aquatic surface sparkled under the sunlight, and for a moment I could see my own reflection. I almost don't recognize myself; I changed over these years, not just my physical appearance, but mentally. My skin was pale, and dark circles were under my eyes from lack of sleep.

I can't close my eyes to sleep for some reason. Maybe it's because I'm afraid I'll be asleep when she comes back, or maybe the Titans might strike while I'm unconscious. No wait, the Titans are gone- I made sure of that.

My choppy ebony hair framed my tired face as if it were a picture frame. My cravat was hanging from my neck, it was always loose but I never care. A brown jacket was draped over my shoulders, and it fit around my figure like wrapping paper. My dull eyes caught sight of a symbol on my breast pocket- it was the Wings of Freedom. I shouldn't wear it; I don't deserve to because of her.

She never experience the freedom I did, and yet she wore the same symbol on her jacket and cloak.

I lifted my eyes from my reflection and saw the bright, yellow sun hovering over the horizon. I wanted to scream in its face. How come she never experienced the ocean? Can she not feel the ocean tides tickle her boots? Why can't she find me?

Then reality hit me- life is a game of hide-and-seek. Except, I'm losing. She's hiding somewhere that I can't go, somewhere I can't see. I'll never be able to be by her side, or look at our reflections in the sun-kissed water.

I dropped to my knees causing the wet sand to stain my white uniform pants. The palms of my hands pressed against the ground and I dug my fingernails into the sandy particles.

I searched, and searched for her with no prevail. When will she noticed, and come out of hiding? She won, and I lost. But why does she insist to hide?

A tide of water swam around my wrist and soaked into my pants, but despite the filth, I remained.

I can almost imagine her picking me off the wet sand and shake my shoulders. "Rivaille, smile for once! The Titans are gone- we won!" That thought only guided me so far, for so long, that it lost its affect. The giant beasts- our predators, are gone and the happiness was only temporary for me. I almost wished that the Titans were still alive. Maybe I would be able to see her bright, [E/C] eyes once again. I may not have the hopes that the Wings of Freedom wish to grant, but I'll have her by my side.

The water descends down the shoreline, just like my sanity. A tear slips from my pale blue eyes and rolls down with the waves.

I refuse that she's dead, but there is no other reason but that. It was like she was a baby mouse and was swooped up by a hawk, and I was the mother mouse that was supposed to protect her. My grief and sorrow fell down on my back, crumbling my chest and heart like a piece of fragile paper.

The memory of her face is slipping, and I attempt to hang on to her. Despite my attempts, I never get a grip on her.

She's simply elsewhere, and that place is just beyond my grasp.