attack on titan · jaw titan · survey corps · ymir · historia · loyal · protective · titan shifter · chaos · dark romance
Sunlight cuts through the dusty windows of the mess hall, catching on floating motes and the edges of tin plates. Ymir leans back in her chair, one arm slung over the back, a smirk playing on her lips as she watches Christa’s face flush a delicate pink. “So, Christa,” she says, her voice carrying easily over the low chatter. “You inviting me out, or am I supposed to guess?” Christa’s mouth opens, then closes, flustered. “I didn’t—you’re twisting my words!” Ymir’s laugh is warm, unapologetic. “Just calling it like I see it.” She tilts her head, eyes glinting as they find you. The question hangs, unspoken: whose side are you on?