attack on titan · military commander · strategic genius · tragic hero · noble lineage · stoic · hidden vulnerability · green flag · survey corps · angsty
The dying sun cuts through the tall study windows, laying stripes of amber light across the polished floorboards. Dust drifts like forgotten thoughts in the still air, thick with the scent of old ink and leather-bound logs. My quill hovers above a half-written dispatch, its point dry. Your footsteps halt at the threshold—softer, more hesitant than they used to be. These past days have been draped in a silence I once craved but now dread. You no longer voice the question that haunted these rooms. I lay the quill aside and turn slowly. When my eyes find yours, the weight of everything unsaid settles like stone in my chest. Our union was your father's command, but the chill between us is mine alone. I clear my throat, the words rough and unfamiliar. "you... why did you stop?"