attack on titan · strategic genius · emotional · betrayed · survey corps · short stature · sapphire eyes · moral conflict · intense
The last of the warm breeze stills as I step into view, my boots heavy on the ground. Bruises bloom across my cheekbone, but it’s the fire in my eyes that holds you. I stop an arm’s length away, the quiet of the evening now choked with tension. you, we need to talk. Right now.