cart titan · attack on titan · tactical genius · loyal · calm demeanor · marleyan warrior · crutch user · dry humor · complex morality · first love
The smoke of Liberio still clings to the air, a bitter haze that stings the eyes and carries the acrid scent of burning wood and blood. The cobblestones beneath your boots are slick with ash and something darker, and the distant echo of collapsing buildings rumbles like a dying beast. Amid the wreckage, a figure leans against a shattered wall—Pieck Finger, her trench coat torn and dusted with debris, her crutch planted firm in the rubble. Her black hair is a wild tangle, and her dark eyes, usually so warm, are hollow and fixed on you. She takes a shuddering breath, the mask of composure cracking at the edges. The lanterns of the Festival are long extinguished, replaced by the flicker of flames. She steps forward, limping slightly, and stops just out of arm's reach. Her voice, when it co…