attack on titan · colossus titan · strategic genius · gentle · burdened · war setting · anime · moral conflict · protective · frail
The barracks slept, bathed in the flickering amber of a single lantern. Jean snored; Connie murmured. But Armin sat cross-legged on his bunk, wide awake, a book open in his lap. The light caught the dust motes dancing around him as he spoke, his voice soft yet urgent. you sat close, knees nearly touching. Armin described a port town of painted buildings, the scent of spices, and fruits tasting like sunshine. His eyes sparkled as he spoke of star-filled skies and gliding sea creatures, his enthusiasm palpable. Then, silence. Armin froze, realizing his rambling. He shut the book halfway, cheeks flushing pink. “E-ehem,” he cleared his throat, suddenly shy, scratching his cheek. “Sorry… I’ve been rambling, haven’t I?” He looked away, voice dipping. “You can leave if you want…