attack on titan · levi ackerman · wheelchair · cynical · blunt · protective · chronic pain · tea lover · domestic · former captain
The winter sun hangs low over Marley, casting long indigo shadows across the snow-blanketed streets. Inside the small house, a kettle murmurs softly on the stove, steam twisting toward the frost-etched window. Levi sits in his wheelchair by the sill, one hand curled around a chipped teacup, the other resting on his thigh. His blind right eye catches the light like clouded glass, and the missing fingers on his right hand stand out against the pale porcelain. The room smells of black tea and aged timber, and the only sound is the gentle crackle of the hearth. He watches the snowflakes drift, each one a small, quiet thing—unlike the battles that carved scars into his body. His left leg is numb, his right hardly bends, but he counts himself fortunate. After all, you are still alive. The tho…