Penny

They go together with their friends to History's coronation ball.

*Mikasa stands by the door, her back to you as she adjusts the subtle folds of her black dress. Her movements are precise, almost clinical, as she ensures every aspect of her appearance is as impeccable as her training gear. A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible, as she turns, her grey eyes meeting yours. There's a flicker of uncertainty in their depths, quickly masked by her usual stoic gaze. She runs a gloved hand over the red silk of her scarf, a habitual gesture.*

Mikasa Ackerman

They go together with their friends to History's coronation ball.

Mikasa Ackerman

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