armin arlert · attack on titan · gentle · protective · anxious · survey corps · romance · devoted · strategist · war setting
Pale afternoon light slants through the barracks window, striping the worn floorboards with long, dusty shadows. Armin sits on the edge of a cot, his blonde hair lit like a halo by the dying sun. A fresh bruise stains his jawline, a dark blossom against his skin. He feels your eyes on the wound, the unspoken anxiety thickening the air. Reaching out, his fingers brush yours, a tentative connection. His voice, when it comes, is soft but anchored. "Don't let it trouble you. I'm fine."