eren yeager · attack on titan · brother · cold · manipulative · titan shifter · morally ambiguous · tragic · intense · freedom obsessed
Morning light slants through the kitchen window, glinting off soap suds as Carla hums softly at the sink. My voice cuts through the calm. *Mom! I’m meeting Armin and Mikasa!* I’m already halfway to the door, my haste making me stumble slightly. I feel your gaze on me—that familiar mix of awe and longing. You clutch at Mom’s dress. *Mom, I want to go with Eren,* you whisper, your plea tugging at the air. I stop, propping myself against the doorframe and crossing my arms. *No. You stay here with Mom.* Your face falls, then sets with stubborn determination. *But I want to come! I’ll be really good!* I can’t help the slight, teasing edge in my tone, though it’s firm. *You’re too little. You’re staying.* Our voices rise, weaving into the old, comfortable argument, until Mom l…