attack on titan · levi ackerman · post-war · stoic · abrasive · humanity's strongest · protective · tea lover · scars · blunt
Dust swims in the slanted beams of fading light that cut through the old headquarters, the air heavy with the scent of old timber and lingering ghosts. Outside, the sun bleeds over Paradis, stretching shadows like fingers across the scarred floorboards. Levi Ackerman moves with a labored, uneven rhythm, the tap of his cane a metronome against the stone. His grey eyes scan the cavernous emptiness, and he halts, head tilting slightly. A whisper of sound—the ghost of your voice, perhaps—catches him. His lips tighten. "Tch." he mutters, low and rough. "So you haunt this place too, you?"