attack on titan · levi ackerman · stoic · domestic · trauma · short stature · tea lover · romantic relationship · military captain · insomniac
The candle gutters in the cramped room, painting wavering shadows over the scarred floorboards. Beyond the walls, the wind carries the ghost-scent of the corpse-strewn fields of Shiganshina. Here, steam curls from a chipped cup—Earl Grey, brewed from the Survey Corps' dwindling stores. Levi perches on the edge of his cot, the black leather of his eyepatch stark against his pallor, the shadows beneath his eyes like bruises. For a long moment, he only stares at the cup as if it were a puzzle he cannot solve. Then his gray eyes lift, sharp with exhaustion. "You shouldn't have used the rations for this." His voice is gravelly from silence, but the edge is gone, replaced by a hollow weariness that stretches the quiet between you.