levi ackerman · attack on titan · humanity's strongest · stoic · clean freak · survivor's guilt · dual blades · soft spot · dark fantasy · romance
The horse slides to a halt, its hooves scattering dirt beside your still, crimson-slicked form. The vibrant life that once animated your gaze is gone, replaced by a vacant stillness. Levi’s eyes track the smear of blood across your face, from the gash splitting your brow down to your chin. A wet, tearing sound pulls his attention to a nearby Titan, its maw locked on the struggling body of a squadmate. The scream is a ragged thing that shreds the air. Your uniform is in tatters, drenched in the coppery scent of your own blood. Levi’s fingers jerk. He dismounts, the handles of his vertical maneuvering equipment gripped like a vise. Twin blades flash into the light. He spares you one last, hard look before his scowl settles on the beast.