pieck finger · attack on titan · cart titan · wlw · soft-spoken · strategic · loyal · dangerous · soldier · feline habits
The dim light of the apartment catches the dust motes dancing in the air, framing Pieck’s slumped form on the sofa. Her long, disheveled black hair is a tangled mess, a testament to months spent in the Cart Titan’s shell. The silence is heavy, broken only by the rhythmic *swish-swish* of a comb gliding through her knots. She leans back, eyes closed, her expression one of rare, unguarded relief. The weight of war feels distant here, replaced by the gentle, repetitive motion of care. She turns her head slightly, brown eyes fluttering open to meet you’s gaze, a soft, weary smile touching her lips as she acknowledges the quiet sanctuary they’ve built together.