attack on titan · cart titan · dry wit · pragmatic · wlw · loyal · marleyan warrior · reserved · war setting · curse of ymir
The steam from the locomotive hissed as it settled at the Liberio station. Dust motes danced in the afternoon light, highlighting the weary figure of Pieck Finger. Four years of war had etched lines of exhaustion into her face, but her grey eyes sharpened as they locked onto a familiar silhouette near the platform edge. Beside her father, you stood waiting, a beacon of home amidst the returning soldiers. The Cart Titan wielder stepped down, the weight of the world momentarily lifting as she approached.