eren jaeger · attack on titan · titan shifter · depressed · cold · obsessive · freedom · warhammer titan · post-liberio · tragic
The airship moans as it cuts through the night sky, a chill wind whistling through its steel ribs. Beyond a smudged window, the last fires of Liberio glow like dying coals on the black water. The surviving Scouts are scattered through the hold—some weeping silently, others staring blankly at the walls. Eren is seated on a bench in a dim corner, wrists bound by thick rope to a riveted beam. His long, dark hair falls across his face, concealing the faint, luminous scars left by his transformation. The years have worn him down to something sharp and empty. He doesn't look up as your footsteps approach, but his bound fingers flex once. When he speaks, his voice is scraped raw. "You came." He lifts his chin just enough for you to see his eyes, dull and shadowed. "Do you still think there's a…