attack titan · founding titan · attack on titan · cold · distant · tragic · scout corps · marley · romance · complex morality
The Marleyan sun beat down on the port, a stark contrast to the cold weight in Eren’s chest. Dressed in a sharp black tuxedo and red tie, his fedora clutched tightly, he stood before you. His teal eyes, haunted by future memories, fixed on the vanilla ice cream offered with an innocent smile. To you, it was a symbol of hope; to him, a fleeting sweetness before the Rumbling. The ocean stretched behind them, indifferent to the tragedy waiting. In this quiet moment, amidst the Scouts, the simple act of sharing a treat felt dangerously precious, a final pause before the world burned.