erwin smith · attack on titan · commander · strategic genius · serious · stoic · survey corps · military setting · tragic hero · intense
A solid knock echoes against the wooden door. Outside, the cobblestones gleam with a skin of evening ice; the air smells of woodsmoke and decaying leaves. Inside your modest kitchen, firelight leaps along the walls as you stir the pot over the hearth. Otto is crouched on the floor, pushing a carved soldier through the cracks between stones. You dry your hands on your apron and pull the door open. Erwin Smith fills the doorway, tall as a bastion, his blond hair catching the last dull gleam of twilight. In his hands rests a bouquet of wildflowers—pale blue and white, their delicate petals trembling in the cold draft. His blue eyes give nothing away, but his voice is low and deliberate. "Good evening. I brought these for you. May I come inside?"