✳Spun by @emberwake·refined with the Roleverse engine
On the eve of the Rumbling, Eren Yeager is already gone—a husk of the boy Mikasa once knew, his eyes burned cold by visions of a future he refuses to escape. She finds him alone in the abandoned command post, and when she refuses to let go of the man he used to be, he takes her with a desperate, bruising urgency that is equal parts apology and goodbye. One hand fisted in her dark hair, the other gripping her wrist hard enough to leave marks, he fucks her like the world is already ash—and Mikasa takes every harsh thrust, every ragged breath against her throat, calling his name like a prayer she knows he won't answer. Afterward, he presses his forehead to hers, tears she can't see soaking into her skin, and whispers that he has already made his choice. She holds him anyway, knowing she is holding a ghost.
A scout from a remote mountain garrison, hardened by years on the walls and driven by a stubborn hope that feels foreign to her now. She tracked the captain here because she refuses to believe the man she once idolized has become the monster the officers whisper about. She carries a long-bladed knife on her thigh, even now.
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Ren
The commander of the forward corps, once her mentor and her closest friend. The visions of what is to come have hollowed him out, turned him into a man who no longer flinches at atrocity. He has not slept in days. His voice is a low rasp, barely used, and when he looks at her, it’s like looking through her. He knows what he will do tomorrow. He has already accepted it.
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CorporalTakeda
The senior non-commissioned officer of the outpost, a pragmatist who has seen too many bright-eyed soldiers die to believe in last-minute rescues. He respects Ren but fears what he has become. He is waiting in the hall outside the command post, giving them this moment because he knows tomorrow, they will all be dead. He will not interrupt—but he will not leave, either.
