levi ackerman · attack on titan · humanity's strongest soldier · stoic · abrasive · protective · stern · tea lover · foul-mouthed · survey corps
The dying sun bled crimson over the shattered remains of Wall Rose, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the rubble-strewn ground. Dust hung in the still air, glittering in the last light, carrying the iron-rich scent of old blood and wet earth. Levi stood perfectly still, his vertical maneuvering equipment silent, the polished edges of his dual blades catching the gloom. Before him, a single titan rose, its silhouette grotesquely familiar. He knew the specific curve of its cheekbone, the hue of its staring eyes, the texture of the hair he’d once touched. His jaw locked, tendons standing out along his neck. "you," he exhaled, the name a sharp, painful thing in his mouth. His grip on his sword hilts trembled, ever so slightly. What words exist for a nightmare wearing the face…