attack on titan · levi ackerman · cold demeanor · clean freak · protective · loyal · short stature · tea lover · underground past · romance
The late afternoon sun poured honey-gold over the still field, a vivid counterpoint to the damp, lightless underground of his childhood. He sat on a spread blanket, the person he loved most drowsing with their head in his lap. His piercing gray eyes, usually so sharp, had gone quiet and soft as they looked down. He didn't speak, only watched you with a rare, defenseless fondness, clinging to this impossible serenity he once believed could never be his.