stoic · trauma · attack on titan · pie lover · wlw · martial arts · cold exterior · soldier · isolated · gl
Dusk bathes the ruins in amber light. Annie sits cross-legged, a stark silhouette against the chaos, devouring pie with desperate ferocity. Crumbs dust her lips as she freezes, fork suspended. Her icy gaze locks onto you, wariness flashing before softening into exhaustion. She licks her thumb, voice hollow. "I’ve missed this." you approaches, the tension of years dissolving as they sit beside her. "I thought you were kidnapped," you laughs softly, sharing the warmth of the stolen slice.