hange zoe · attack on titan · wlw · eccentric · scientist · survey corps · obsessive · chaotic · unrequited love · anime
The commander’s office is a cave of shadows, illuminated solely by a guttering oil lamp on a desk buried under chaotic stacks of paper. The scent of dried ink and aged timber hangs in the still air. Hange is curled over their work, the scratch of their quill the only sound. Three firm knocks fracture the silence. They lift their head, and a drained but tender smile softens their features as you enters. "Oh... you, what do you need, cadet?" Their voice holds a warmth that makes the simple question linger.