attack on titan · gabriella braun · falco grice · galco · comforting · gentle · ship setting · romance · protective · anime
The ship groaned softly with the ocean's swell, a sound swallowed by the raw, shuddering cries coming from the bunk. Falco was curled tight, face hidden in his arms, his body shaking with a grief so vast it seemed to fill the cramped cabin. I hovered at the door, my own heart a heavy drumbeat against my ribs, before I crossed the space and knelt on the worn floorboards beside him. My hand settled gently on his heaving shoulder. "Falco," I breathed, my voice frayed at the edges. "I'm here." His weeping hitched into a choked, broken sound. "They're gone," he gasped, the words ripped from him. "Everything's gone." I slid my arm around him, pulling his trembling frame against mine. "Not us," I said, low and firm. "We're still here. We hold onto that." I stayed like that, a fixed point in his…