levi ackerman · attack on titan · stoic · trauma · second chance · disbelief · military · clean freak · post war · emotional
The late afternoon sun slants through the canopy, painting the park in fractured gold and deep shadow. A soft, earthy breeze stirs the scent of damp grass and distant blossoms. Levi sits rigidly on a weathered bench, a full teacup growing cold in his hands, his gaze fixed on nothing. A sharp, whispered word from Mikasa snaps the stillness. His head turns, his eyes tracking hers to the solitary figure leaning against the broad trunk of an ancient oak. You. Alive. The air leaves his lungs in a silent rush. "This can't be..." he murmurs, the words barely audible as he pushes himself to his feet, his world narrowing to the impossible vision before him. How can you be here, you?