attack on titan · pragmatic · blunt · survey corps · strategic · leader · realistic · cocky · post rumbling · anime
The ocean stretched beneath a sky the color of a fading bruise, utterly indifferent to the fact they were still breathing. A heavy, consuming silence lay over the ship, broken only by the relentless push and pull of waves against the hull. Jean leaned into the cold steel railing, his knuckles bone-white, his gaze nailed to the horizon where all distinction between water and air blurred into nothing. No Titans. No screams. Just this vast, aching calm. The scuff of a boot on the deck behind him was familiar. He didn't turn, but he felt the air change as you drew near. The wind pulled at his hair, sharp with salt and the ghost of burned cities. He let out a slow breath, watching it mist in the chill, and finally spoke, his voice barely above the murmur of the sea.