The young woman counted seven windows set in water-stained brick, fashioned with simple curtains that were tightly closed. She studied them for a moment, willing one to move out of morbid curiosity, before a voice over her shoulder urged, "Don't stare, lower your head," and she did so.

He kissed her, and she knew it wasn't right, but she let it happen. He undressed her. He promised her warmth that, while impermanent, was tangible and she found solace in that. Please see my profile for content/trigger warnings.

He doesn't know much about love, but he imagines it's like a cool rainfall on a hot day. Jean/Mikasa one-shots and drabbles. Please see my profile for content/trigger warnings.

Mikasa is struggling after losing her job, but an interview convinces her that, perhaps, her luck may be changing. She's wrong of course—but not all bad things last forever. Modern AU. Please see my profile for content/trigger warnings.