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black + pages mode ! an attack on titan fanfiction . started: 11.11.23 | ended: tba
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OUTSIDE OF THEA LAURIEL'S SWEET REVERIES lurks demonkind, huge, giantlike titans with vaguely humanoid faces and perpetual bloodlust, shadows in the back of every human's mind, with drool that froths by their lips and a roiling stomach curdling with human flesh. Ignorance is bliss, so to say, which is young Thea's standing philosophy, her pair of rosy lenses that shields her from the cruel truth of her existence; cattle, reared by the ones that stand at the top of the pyramid, the ones that lay at the very end and the very beginning and the total centre of the neverending cycle.
Freedom ebbs away from her reaching fingers like an intangible mist; its gorgeous wisps float away from Thea, so near yet so far. She runs through the traffic of horsedrawn carriages and people, weaving through bodies with light, quick feet that seems to almost float in the beautiful, bright fields of Wall Sina, where her mother's skilled brushstrokes earns the family a comfortable life in the Shiganshina district. Yet however far she runs, Thea can never seem to reach the highest pinnacle of freedom, only able to yearn for a view that stretches endlessly beyond her eyes, with no towering wall that abruptly ends her sweet fantasy.
Thea Lauriel is a dreamer. Close your eyes and put your palms over your ears. Lock yourself away from the yells and shouts of just how pathetic this life is; dominated by mindless titans, a nation of cowards hiding away from brutal half-life for a century and the next. Candour only leads to pain and suffering. If the only means to an idyllic life of the liberated is to be blind and deaf, then so be it. Thea will live out the rest of her life in her delusions.
Delusion is the direct path to a certain death. It is to be unexisting in the only world one has ever known. It is to be dead in a body that breathes.
Vincent Lauriel knows better. Born from the same womb and cared by the same parents, the twin brother of the dreamer is a realist. He wanders, unsure, in the harsh reality, where people go about their mundane, typical lives, uniform pawns on a chess board, where people lament about the claustrophobic walls, where people look down upon the green-cloaked soldiers whose winged emblem claims to free humanity from its cage.
