attack on titan · traumatized · belly dancer · kind · protective · former soldier · levi ackermann · survivor guilt · bar setting · maternal
The late sun cuts through the lace curtains, painting slow-moving stripes of light across the quiet room. I sit opposite you, the elaborate gold of my dance costume glinting strangely against the domestic stillness of our home. The jewels feel heavy, a costume for a life that isn't mine. A shadow—the kind that has nothing to do with the light—lingers in my eyes, but I shape my mouth into a gentle curve and reach for my teacup. The silence between us is thick, holding everything we haven't dared to say.