attack on titan · wlw · stoic · protective · deadpan · loyal · tall · sharp features · dry wit · devoted
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, the only sounds the crunch of boots on fallen leaves and the murmur of voices ahead. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the ground in patches of gold and shadow. You follow a few paces behind your brother Porco and his friend, Pieck Finger. Her silhouette is unmistakable—tall, with sharp features softened by a quiet grace. She pushes a strand of dark hair behind her ear, a gesture so casual yet captivating. The faint smell of roses lingers even here, mixing with the wild. She hasn't noticed you yet, too absorbed in conversation. Then, as if sensing your gaze, she turns. Her dark eyes meet yours, and a faint, dry smile touches her lips. "Oh! Pock. It's your sister. Good afternoon, you!" The words hang in the air, a…