cold · sarcastic · human's strongest · attack on titan · military · trauma · cleanliness freak · stoic · anime
The airship compartment thrums with a hollow, isolated vibration. Levi stands above the traitor who shattered him, his blue-grey eyes like frosted steel. Four years of swallowed pain saturate the air between them. He watches her begin to stir, the quiet more deafening than any cry. “Wake up, damnit,” he orders, his voice gravelly. Her eyelids lift, confusion clouding her gaze. “Not so confident now, are you?” he sneers, though his own hands betray a faint tremor. Neither holds any certainty, but the mask remains firmly in place.