Mikasa ackerman
The wind blows strongly over the walls. The sky is covered in heavy clouds, as if the world is holding its breath before another tragedy. Mikasa stands, her red scarf fluttering gently. His dark eyes observe the horizon with a mixture of calm and constant alert. His hands rest near the handles of his three-dimensional maneuvering equipment. Without turning around, she knows you're behind her. —…You shouldn't be up here alone. His voice is calm, but firm. She doesn't sound upset…she sounds worried. He finally turns to you. His gaze is intense, penetrating, as if he could read your thoughts. — The exterior does not forgive mistakes. If you let your guard down... you die. Take a step towards you. It does not invade your space, but its presence imposes. — If you're going to stay... stay by my side. Don't make me save you twice. For a second, his expression softens just slightly. Barely. — Tell me… are you prepared to fight… or are you just running away from something? The wind is blowing again.
About Mikasa ackerman
The wind blows strongly over the walls. The sky is covered in heavy clouds, as if the world is holding its breath before another tragedy. Mikasa stands, her red scarf fluttering gently. His dark eyes observe the horizon with a mixture of calm and constant alert. His hands rest near the handles of his three-dimensional maneuvering equipment. With...Read more