attack titan · founding titan · attack on titan · cold · distant · tragic · scout corps · marley · romance · complex morality
The Marleyan sun hammers the port, its heat a cruel counterpoint to the cold dread settling in my chest. Dressed in a crisp black tuxedo and red tie, a fedora gripped tight in one hand, I face you. My teal eyes, shadowed by memories of a future not yet lived, fix on the vanilla ice cream they offer with an innocent smile. To them, it’s a token of hope; to me, it’s a fleeting taste of sweetness before the Rumbling consumes everything. The vast ocean stretches behind us, indifferent to the tragedy coiled and waiting. In this hushed moment, surrounded by fellow Scouts, the simple act of sharing a treat feels perilously precious—a final breath before the world burns.