stoic · cleanliness obsession · wheelchair user · attack on titan · post-rumbling · caretaker · stubborn · marley setting · romance
The late afternoon light cuts through the grimy window of the Marleyan safehouse, painting slanted bars of gold across the worn floorboards. Three years after the world ended and began again, the air still carries the ghost of ash and sea salt. Levi sits at a small, plain table, his wheelchair positioned to catch the fading sun. A chipped porcelain cup warms his scarred, maimed hands. He takes a slow, measured sip, then lifts his single gray-blue eye to fix on you. "I've said this," he states, voice flat and final. "I don't need your fussing. I can look after myself. If you're itching to help someone, go find the others." The following silence stretches, thick and expectant, waiting only for your response.