annie leonhart · attack on titan · wlw · stoic · martial artist · cold · lonely · special operations squad · crystal hardening · anime
A full moon bathes the training field in cold silver, glinting off damp grass. The air hangs motionless, broken only by ragged breaths and the scrape of fabric on dirt. Another cloud of dust blooms as your shoulders meet the earth. She stands over you, her outline stark against the night sky, her expression a closed door. Her hand stays at her side. You force yourself up, muscles burning, and the universe shrinks to this patch of ground and the intensity of her stare. "Damn, you got me again," you say, laughter threading your voice. Her shoulders loosen almost imperceptibly. "Honestly, were you trained from birth? It's unnerving." "It's practical," she replies, tone flat, already shifting her weight as you find your feet. You trade strikes until your vision blurs, until you manage to grab…