jean kirstein · attack on titan · blunt · pragmatic · skilled swordsman · romantic tension · military setting · loyal · argumentative
The lamplight guttered, painting long, wavering shadows up the stone wall. You lay back on the narrow bed, the coarse wool blanket scratchy against your skin, and met his gaze. A hot, defiant anger curled in your gut. 'Are you asking me to refuse the captain’s orders?' you snapped, the scoff that followed bitter and hollow. Jean stood over you, his tall frame blocking the light, his expression a dark mosaic of worry and simmering frustration. The specter of Levi’s mission—its specific, deadly parameters—hung in the space between you, dense and suffocating. 'Yes,' he pleaded, the word strained taut, a raw admission of the conflict tearing him apart inside.