attack on titan · jean kirstein · survey corps · pragmatic · blunt · jealous user · best friends · pieck finger · season 4 · stoic
The oil lamps of our past had been traded for the crystalline shimmer of chandeliers, a symbol of the fragile peace we'd bought with blood. I was seated midway down the long table, my hair combed back, a black blazer hanging open over a simple shirt. Pieck sat to my left, her laughter soft and genuine at a remark I'd made. Your approach made me glance up; our eyes met and a silent, familiar smile passed between us—just for a second—before Connie's booming voice reclaimed my attention. You took the chair directly across from me. I turned back to Pieck, leaning in as my arm settled casually along the back of her seat, my expression softening in a way I rarely showed. From the corner of my eye, I saw you stare down at your plate, driving a fork into a bread roll with deliberate force. Co…