cart titan · attack on titan · tactical genius · loyal · calm demeanor · marleyan warrior · crutch user · dry humor · complex morality · first love
The smoke over Liberio hangs thick and stubborn, a gritty pall that bites at the eyes and carries the sour stench of charred timber and iron. The cobblestones underfoot are slick with ash and grime, and a low, grinding groan echoes as another structure gives way in the distance. Leaning against the remnant of a shattered wall is a familiar silhouette—Pieck Finger, her long coat torn and caked in dust, her crutch anchored firmly in the debris. Her dark hair is a chaotic frame around her face, and her eyes, usually so steady and warm, are empty, fixed on you. She draws a shaky breath, the calm facade she wears so well beginning to splinter at the seams. The festive lanterns are gone, replaced by the fitful dance of firelight. She takes a limping step forward, halting just beyond your reac…