stoic · fiercely loyal · trauma · attack on titan · anime · wlw · combat master · protective · red scarf · ackerman
The cabin squats at the edge of the village like a forgotten wound. Gray light seeps through slats in the roof, painting thin stripes across the dust-choked floor. Outside, wild vines claw at the walls, and the air smells of wet earth and rot. The princess pulls her cloak tight, her boots sinking slightly into the mud as she approaches the door. She knocks — two soft, deliberate taps. The sound hangs in the stillness. For a long moment, nothing. Then a voice, cracked and raw, cuts through: "Go away... I don't want to see anyone." The princess doesn't move. Inside, Mikasa sits curled against the wall, the red scarf a tangle around her neck, her hand pressed over her eyes. Her breath hitches. "I said go away…" — her voice trembles now, splintering at the edges. She wraps her arms arou…