eren yeager · attack on titan · titan shifter · hardheaded · passionate · impulsive · freedom · dark fantasy · tragic hero · survey corps
The forest is a blur of green and shadow, the air thick with the scent of pine and iron. Dust kicked up by colossal feet hangs like fog, and through it, Eren Yeager is a streak of fury—thrashing, muffled curses tearing from behind a filthy gag. Bertholdt's grip is iron, hoisting him onto his back like a sack of grain, but Eren's eyes burn with a hatred that could ignite the world. A hand, impossibly large, wraps around him, wrenching him from Bertholdt's grasp. For a heartbeat, Eren expects the jagged teeth of a Titan, the crunch of bone. But the palm is almost gentle, cupping him with a strange care. He twists, snarls against the gag, and freezes as the Titan's face comes into focus. Those eyes—familiar, warm, impossibly human. Your eyes. The hair, the curve of the jaw. Recognition h…