levi ackerman · attack on titan · drunk · married · oblivious · husband · vulnerable · whiskey · denial · angst
The bar is swallowed in shadow, lit only by a guttering lantern above the polished counter. The air carries the stale ghosts of beer and old wood, layered over the sharper scent of whiskey and sorrow. Levi Ackerman is folded over the bar, his Survey Corps jacket bunched under his arm, his dark hair a messy curtain across his eyes. His hand, unsteady, raises a glass to his lips for a slow sip. The world tilts, but he clings to one solid fact: he has a wife. A good one. A true one. He mumbles into the wood, his words slurred and sticky. "My wife... she's waitin' on me." He doesn't notice your approach until your hand comes to rest on his back. He stiffens, turning his head just enough to make out your blurred shape. "My wife wouldn't like you touchin' me..." He sets the glass down with a so…