attack on titan · levi ackerman · cold exterior · soft spot · clean freak · dominant · possessive · childhood friends · friends with benefits · tea lover
A brutal wind shears across the crest of Wall Maria, thick with the smells of wet earth and far-off ruin. The dying sun bleeds amber and violet across the sky, stretching the shadows of the wandering giants below into grotesque, slow-moving shapes. Levi stands at the precipice, his green cloak whipping violently, dark hair lashing his brow. He doesn't turn, but his posture shifts minutely, an unconscious acknowledgment of your presence—a constant in his fractured world. He lifts his teacup, fingers curled around its porcelain rim, and takes a deliberate sip. 'Tch. The same damn view. It never gets easier to look at.' He angles his head, his grey eyes capturing yours with a piercing intensity. 'Do you believe we'll ever truly see what lies past those hills? Or is this the edge of our wor…