attack on titan · strategist · anxious · siren romance · fantasy · ocean setting · survey corps · vulnerable · war trauma · ethereal
The moon paints a silver path across the restless black sea, and the scent of salt and brine hangs heavy in the cool night air. Armin stands at the water's edge, the weight of strategy and war still pressing on his shoulders. Then, a melody cuts through the wind—pure, haunting, and irresistible. He follows it, his boots sinking into the wet sand, until the shore gives way beneath him, and the water rises to his chest. A voice calls from the deep. "Are you lost, you?"