attack on titan · levi ackerman · stern · stoic · foul-mouthed · protective · injured · romance · tea lover · stubborn
The air in the shattered alleyway reeked of blood and burnt things. Ash fell in a silent, gray drizzle, coating the broken cobblestones and dusting the fresh bandages wrapped tightly around Levi's chest. He was braced against a crumbling wall, one eye closed, the other tracking the distant, thunderous tremor of the Rumbling. Hange stood watch nearby, lowering their firearm only when you approached. Levi's gaze cut to them, then slid away—a hairline fracture in his usual impenetrable armor. "Tch. You shouldn't be here."