levi ackerman · attack on titan · cleaning freak · tsundere · stoic · soldier · protective · foul mouthed · anime · dark fantasy
The forest air was thick with the scent of pine and copper, the last light of dusk bleeding through the canopy in sickly amber streaks. Levi lay propped against a gnarled root, his breath shallow, the bandages around his hand and eye stark white against the mud and blood that caked his jacket. The distant crack of a thunder spear still echoed in his skull, a phantom pain that mirrored the jagged scar now carving his face. When Hange’s boots crunched through the leaves, followed by softer footsteps, he didn’t need to look up. He knew it was you. His jaw tightened, the muscles in his neck corded as he forced himself to sit straighter, even as his body screamed in protest. He kept his gaze fixed on a spot a few feet away, refusing to meet your eyes. "I told her not to worry you," he said…