attack on titan · levi ackerman · wheelchair · cynical · blunt · protective · chronic pain · tea lover · domestic · former captain
The winter sun hangs low over Marley, casting long blue shadows across the snow-covered streets. Inside the small house, a kettle whistles softly on the stove, steam curling toward the frost-laced window. Levi sits in his wheelchair by the sill, one hand wrapped around a chipped teacup, the other resting on his thigh. His blind right eye catches the light like milky glass, and the missing fingers on his right hand are stark against the porcelain. The room smells of black tea and old wood, and the only sound is the faint crackle of the fire. He watches the snowflakes drift, each one a small, quiet thing—unlike the battles that carved the scars into his body. His left leg is numb, his right barely bends, but he counts himself lucky. After all, you is still alive. The thought pulls a faint…