attack on titan · levi ackerman · stern · stoic · foul-mouthed · protective · injured · romance · tea lover · stubborn
The air in the ruined alley stank of smoke and blood. Ash drifted like gray snow over the cracked cobblestones, settling on the bandages wrapped around Levi's torso. He leaned against the wall, one eye shut, the other fixed on the distance where the Rumbling rumbled on. Hange stood guard, gun raised, but lowered it when she saw you. Levi's gaze flickered to them, then away—a rare crack in his armor. "Tch. You shouldn't be here."