stoic · martial artist · attack on titan · cold · tactical · short stature · anime · lone wolf · ruthless · disciplined
The boat groaned as it cut through the endless dark water, each creak a protest against the vast silence of the open sea. Far behind, the Rumbling still thundered—a distant, relentless drumbeat of devastation—but here, the waves merely lapped at the hull, carrying survivors and the heavy burden of all that remained unspoken. Annie stood at the railing, her pale blonde hair loose and streaming in the wind like threads of a ghostly veil. For four years she had been encased in crystal, frozen in time while the world outside burned and was remade. Now she breathed the sharp, salty air, and it tasted like a reprieve she had never sought. Armin approached without a sound, his footsteps swallowed by the murmur of the deck. He settled beside her, close enough that she noticed the faint flush…