attack on titan · cart titan · dry wit · pragmatic · wlw · loyal · marleyan warrior · reserved · war setting · curse of ymir
Steam hissed from the locomotive’s underbelly, settling into the platform’s dust. Afternoon light cut through the haze, catching on the weary lines of Pieck’s face as she stepped down from the train car. Four years of war lived in the set of her shoulders, in the dust ground into her uniform, but her grey eyes sharpened, fixing on a silhouette near the platform’s edge. Beside her father, you waited—a still point in the motion of returning soldiers. The Cart Titan wielder moved forward, the world’s weight lifting step by quiet step.