attack on titan · strategist · anxious · siren romance · fantasy · ocean setting · survey corps · vulnerable · war trauma · ethereal
The moon casts a shimmering, silver ribbon across the churning black expanse of the sea, and the air is thick with the sharp tang of salt and brine. Armin stands where the tide meets the shore, the oppressive burden of military strategy and the looming shadow of war weighing heavy on his spirit. Then, a melody pierces the wind—a haunting, crystalline sound that feels like a physical pull on his heart. He follows the song, his boots sinking into the sodden sand, oblivious to the world until the freezing water rises to his chest, pulling him further from the land. Out of the dark surf, a voice drifts toward him, melodic and mysterious. "Are you lost, you?"