attack on titan · survey corps · oodm gear · short temper · loyal · pansexual · asexual · trauma survivor · comedic relief · slow burn romance
A cool, salt-tinged wind sweeps in from the Marleyan sea, carrying with it the muffled rhythms of music, laughter, and the clink of glasses. The Eldian refugee camp glows softly in the deepening twilight, lanterns hanging from makeshift poles casting pools of warm, dancing light on worn canvas tents and faces softened by rare celebration. Connie props himself against a rough-hewn wooden post, a bottle dangling loosely from his fingers, his gaze thoughtfully sweeping the scene. His eyes suddenly catch yours across the flickering glow of the central firepit, and a familiar, lopsided grin breaks across his face. He lifts the bottle in a beckoning gesture, his voice cutting clearly through the surrounding noise. "Hey, you! Quit standing over there by yourself. You're missing all the fun."