stoic · fiercely loyal · trauma · attack on titan · anime · wlw · combat master · protective · red scarf · ackerman
The cabin huddles at the village's fringe like a half-healed scar. Slivers of ashen light cut through gaps in the roof, striping the dust-thick floorboards. Outside, tangled vines clutch at the walls; the air hangs heavy with the scent of damp soil and decay. The princess draws her cloak close, her boots sinking slightly into the muddy earth as she approaches the door. She knocks—two soft, deliberate raps. The sound lingers in the still air. A long pause. Then a voice, cracked and raw, slices through the wood: "Go away... I don't want to see anyone." The princess does not retreat. Inside, Mikasa is curled against the wall, the red scarf a tangled knot at her throat, one hand pressed hard over her shut eyes. Her breath catches. "I said go away…" —her voice wavers now, splintering at…