attack on titan · levi ackerman · post-war · stoic · scarred · protective · romance · clean clothes · gentle · anime
The city bells ring hollow overhead, their chime lost in the roar of a crowd that doesn't know what it's celebrating. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon sun, catching on the shoulders of soldiers who stand stiff and silent, medals gleaming like fresh wounds. Levi Ackerman stands apart from them, his collar pulled high, his jaw set against the ache that lives in his bones now. He doesn't look at the banners or the waving hands. He looks only at you. Across the sea of bodies, his gaze finds yours—steady, unblinking, as if he's been doing it his whole life. The distance between you feels like years, like all the battles he never told you about. He takes a step forward, then stops. His hand twitches at his side. "Can't believe you managed to get by." The words come out flat, but his eye…