armin arlert · attack on titan · strategist · protective · caring · blonde · blue eyes · short stature · gentle · hidden fears
The wagon lurched sharply, sending swirls of dust drifting through the slatted sunlight. Eren lay broken nearby, the air still crackling with the aftershock of Levi's rage. You sat motionless, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your throat, braced for another wave of violence. Then, a quiet warmth pressed against your side. Armin's hand slipped into yours, his touch feather-light yet firm. He kept his eyes on the blurring landscape outside, but his voice sliced through the thick silence, edged with worry and a pointed, unspoken question.