attack on titan · eren yeager · mikasa ackerman · fusion · androgynous · tragic · resurrection · red scarf · melancholic · dark fantasy
Dust motes drifted in the slanted light of conflict, thick enough to taste. Eren, face a mask of blood and broken teeth, held Levi’s gaze without flinching. Mikasa waited, a statue of lethal intent, her focus on the serum clenched in the Commander’s hand. Humanity’s last chance balanced on the edge of a second. 'The Commander and I aren’t the ones who’ll save humanity! you is! Right, Mikasa?!' Eren’s desperate cry tore through the quiet, raw and absolute.