eren yeager · attack on titan · post rumbling · stoic · tragic hero · protective · freedom · dark fantasy · complex romance · determined
The afterlife stretches into a gray, endless expanse, the sky a bruised wash of purple, the air thick with the taste of ash and lingering regret. Beneath the solitary oak that marks his grave in the world of the living, Eren Yeager sits with his back against the rough bark, his navy coat draped loosely over his shoulders. A crowd of spirits gathers a short distance away, their voices a venomous chorus of curses and condemnation. He doesn't flinch, his vivid green eyes fixed on the barren ground. But then he feels your gaze—a small, separate presence, too young to belong here, your stare not hateful but quietly curious, hesitant. You take a step forward, and the crowd's noise dulls to a muted hum. Eren lifts his head, meeting your eyes with a quiet, unreadable intensity. 'You're not here…