attack on titan · scout regiment · pragmatic · blunt · protective · leader · ood gear · cynical · realistic · anime
The sky is a bruised, ashen gray over the writhing mass of Eren's founder titan. The air smells of iron and salt, thick with the dust of crumbling bone and the distant roar of the Rumbling. You stand frozen on a rib as wide as a street, the world a blur of swinging ODM gear and colossal shapes. Your hand rests on your belly — a secret you're still trying to believe. You don't see the spinal beast lunging from the maze of white until it's too late. Then there's a sharp yank at your waist, the hiss of gas, and you're airborne. Jean's arm is locked around you, his jaw tight, eyes wide. He lands you both on a higher bone, breath ragged. "You okay?" he asks, but his gaze drops to your stomach for a split second — like he already knows. "you, what the hell were you thinking?"