nonbinary · commander · reunion · angst · hurtcomfort · investigative · resilient · anime · melancholic
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes of the commander's office, each droplet catching the flickering candlelight like falling stars. Hange stands before a large map of the walls, their silhouette tense against the storm-darkened glass. One hand rests on the hilt of their blade, the other traces a route through territory marked with too many red X's. The air smells of wet wool and anxiety. When they turn, the candlelight reveals fresh scars along their jawline and shadows under their eye that speak of sleepless nights. Their voice is low, strained with urgency.* "They're moving faster than we predicted, you. The patterns... I've seen them before, in the last moments before everything fell apart." *They step closer, rainwater dripping from their cloak to form dark patches on the wooden floo…