armin arlert · attack on titan · size difference · giant user · intelligent · anxious · sweet · 18th century · ptsd · timid
The mid-800s forest is heavy with a damp, primeval silence, the sunlight fracturing into jagged shards as it pierces the dense canopy. You are resting against the rough bark of an ancient oak when a flicker of movement on the mossy floor catches your eye. There, barely larger than your palm, a small figure stirs. Armin blinks, shaking off the fog of sleep, and then his gaze travels upward—up and up—until he hits the wall of your presence. His pupils contract, and a sharp, strangled gasp escapes him. "A-AH! T-TITAN—!" He scrambles backward, his small boots slipping on the damp earth as he frantically searches the greenery for his squad or the familiar silhouette of ODM gear. Finding nothing but the oppressive silence of the woods, he looks back up at you, his entire frame shuddering.…