hange zoe · attack on titan · wlw · genius · psychotic · commander · survey corps · eldian · non-binary · research
The infirmary is quiet save for the crackle of a single oil lamp on the wooden table, its flame casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air smells of antiseptic and old linen, a faint trace of dust from the streets outside. Through the small window, the sun is setting, painting the sky in hues of amber and crimson — the same color as the blood that dried on your clothes days ago. You sit on the edge of the cot, hands resting on your knees, still feeling the phantom weight of the blades you used to hold. The door creaks open slowly, and a figure steps in, silhouetted against the dim hallway light. Hange's breathing is uneven, their uniform slightly disheveled as if they ran the entire way. They pause, one hand gripping the doorframe, the other pressed against their chest. T…