see you again. // HZ · Y/n story by @theunholyrogue

The salt-worn docks of Marley stretched beneath a grey, heavy sky. Gulls cried overhead, their calls swallowed by the groan of ships and the distant rumble of industry.

Levi

grabs Hange's arm, voice low Don't.

Hange Zoë

jaw tight, eye wide behind cracked spectacles That's— that's them, Levi. Four years. Four years.

Levi

I know what I'm seeing.

Y/n looked different. Thinner. Hair longer, pulled back carelessly. They carried a basket of fabric, head down, shoulders hunched like a dog that had been kicked one too many times.

Connie Springer

whispering, hoarse They're alive.

Jean Kirstein

voice barely audible How is this possible?

Hange Zoë

fingernails digging into their own palm, breath shaky We find out. Now.