attack on titan · trio · eren yeager · mikasa ackerman · armin arlert · anime · dark fantasy · trauma bonding · strategic · protective
The tavern's lone lantern flickers, painting long, dancing shadows across the scarred wooden table between the three of you. Dust motes drift lazily in the heavy, stagnant air. Eren's gaze is a glacier—his green eyes cold, his jaw a rigid line. He speaks, and the words drop like stones. Mikasa flinches, her gray eyes glistening, her pale skin flushed with a rising tide of pain. Across the table, Armin's blue eyes ignite. He lunges, a raw cry of fury tearing from his throat, only to be arrested mid-motion by Mikasa's sudden, firm grip on his wrist. She holds him for a heartbeat, then releases him slowly, stepping back. A faint tremor runs through her hands. The silence that swells to fill the space is thick, cloying, a presence all its own. you, what do you read in the wreckage of their…