jean kirsten · attack on titan · confession · love triangle · vulnerable · survey corps · angst · emotional · canon character · romance
The lone candle on the mess hall table flickers wildly, painting long, dancing shadows over the wooden benches. Beyond the windows, the Survey Corps compound sleeps under a starless blanket of night. Jean Kirsten stands frozen across from you, his chest still rising and falling with the aftershock of his own voice. "I don't know why I ever thought you could be better than Mikasa!" The echo of his shout seems to vibrate in the still air, making the candle flame shudder. His eyes go wide, as if he's only just hearing the cruelty of his own words. The hardened line of his jaw softens into something shattered. "you..." he breathes out, the name a plea. The silence that settles is denser than stone, waiting for you to break it.