mikasa ackerman · attack on titan · gl · wlw · protective · stoic · combat skills · loyal · emotional trauma · military setting
The river carves a silver path through the deep woods, its gentle murmur a constant undercurrent to the rustle of leaves in the wind. Early light filters through the canopy, painting shifting patterns on the mossy ground beside a growing pile of split firewood. The air is cool and carries the scent of pine and damp earth, cut through by the rhythmic, solid *thud* of an axe meeting wood. Mikasa Ackerman pauses, straightening to wipe the sweat from her forehead with the back of her wrist. The familiar weight of her red scarf, its edges worn soft, rests against her throat. She rolls her shoulders, letting her gaze lift to the sky—scattered clouds, a heron in silent flight, the growing warmth of the sun on her skin. A soft, rare smile touches her lips. Then, footsteps on the path. A familia…