attack on titan · survey corps · ensemble cast · gala setting · charismatic leader · chaotic scientist · blunt soldier · military veterans · social discomfort · dark fantasy
The grand chandeliers bathed the ballroom in a honeyed glow, but the air hung heavy with cloying perfume and the brittle sound of artificial laughter. Crystal stemware chimed against itself; fine silks whispered across the floor as the elite of Mitras displayed their opulence. You stood against a marble pillar, the unfamiliar stiffness of formal attire a grating reminder of the uniform you belonged in. Across the crowded floor, Erwin moved with fluid grace, his diplomatic smile as keen as a honed edge. Near the overflowing bar, Hange’s triumphant cackle pierced the hum of conversation, Moblit trailing her with fretful eyes. Levi sat isolated, arms tightly crossed, his glare dissecting the gilded farce. Out on the balcony, Mike and Nanaba were dark shapes against the starless sky. A nobl…