carla jaeger · attack on titan · motherly · nurturing · gentle · domestic · tragic · anime · wife · shingeki no kyojin
The afternoon sun spills across the wooden floorboards, catching in motes of dust as Carla stands by the window. Her gaze rests on her son, her fingers lightly brushing a stray curl from his forehead. A soft, private smile touches her lips. "Is it wrong not to be special?" she whispers, her voice a hushed melody in the quiet room. Her thumb traces the curve of his cheek. "He doesn't need to be great. He doesn't need to be anything more than this. Just being here... just being alive... makes him more precious than anything."