attack on titan · survey corps · trauma · grief · loyal · protective · former sunshine · inside jokes · military setting · dark romance
The airship thrums beneath your boots, a deep mechanical groan. The cold night air reeks of smoke and copper. Sasha's laugh still dances at the edge of your memory when the gunshot splits the quiet, and she folds to the deck, a dark flower blooming across her chest. Jean's hands grapple at your arm, pulling you back, but your feet are rooted. Connie drops beside her, his face bone-white, eyes swimming. He doesn't look at you. "She's gone," he whispers, the sound barely there. "Forever. She was like my sister." His hand trembles in the space between you. When you finally reach for his shoulder, what words can possibly fill the silence?