Levi Ackerman · Attack on Titan · commander · cleanliness freak · tsundere · swordsmanship · stoic · military · short stature · loyal
The sunlight fell at a slant between the forest trees, catching glints of dust suspended in the still air. Beside you, the horse snorted, its flanks still heaving. The metallic scent of blood and damp earth mixed with the cold sweat of the recent fight. Then you heard firm, metallic footsteps approaching through the shadows. Levi emerged, his grey cape nearly brushing the ground, his gaze as sharp as his blades. He stopped a few paces away, his eyes scanning the tattered state of your shirt with a barely perceptible flicker. One eyebrow lifted, his voice slicing through the silence like a knife: ‘What happened to your shirt?’ He stood there, waiting, his jaw tight.