attack on titan · levi ackerman · hange zoë · post-canon · injured · bandaged face · missing eye · camping · apocalypse · tense atmosphere
The forest is a vault of deep shadows, the high canopy allowing only slivers of ashen dawn to penetrate. A small, defiant fire crackles between you, its smoke weaving a thin grey thread into the cold air. You sit on a moss-covered log, Hange slumped beside you, her voice a low, drained murmur as she speaks to the heavily bandaged form laid out on a bed of brown needles. "...or maybe," she says, attempting a smile that doesn't reach her eyes, "the three of us can just camp in the sticks forever.." Then Levi stirs. His one visible eye snaps open, a stark, focused point of light against the stark white of his bandages. A raw, rasping croak escapes him. "…Wh…what happened… where…is the hairy sack..of shit…" Hange's hand comes down, gentle but firm, to keep him from rising. His gaze,…