Just a oneshot for my Shingeki no Kyojin OC
I do not own SNK
He rests his chin in the palm of his hand as his blue eyes scan the family in the picture in a small photo album. It was the first family picture they had taken and as it turned out a year later, the last. This picture was taken when he was twelve and consists of him, his mother, father and three younger sisters. His father is standing next to a chair in which his mother is sitting in. Orion, the only son, stands in front of his father, who's right hand is on his shoulder while the other rests on the back of the chair. Ten year old Emilia stands next to Orion, nine year old Saga in front of them both and seven year old Carine sits in their mother's lap. They all wear cheerful smiles, not the forced ones that make it look like the person is in pain. Theses were genuine.
Orion's eyes set on himself and his father. He is wearing his father's military jacket. The red from the roses on the crest of the Stationary Guard stand out from the brown of the jacket. He smirks at a thought, if his father were wearing the same jacket Orion would be a mirror image, albeit younger and with blue eyes instead of brown.
It's been two years since his death but it only feels like one. Orion releases a long breath through his nose at the memory of his final morning. It was a simple morning, nothing special or memorable. But maybe the fact that those were his father's last hours with his family is what stuck in his mind. Orion flips to the next page of the album and glanced a picture of him and his father. He was so close to his father. He was such an inspiration to his son that he decided to follow in his father's footsteps.
He's been thinking about it for four years now. The military. At first he wanted to slay titans left and right and be written in the history books but after growing up, learning about some of conditions people live in he wanted to help humanity advance and make a better world for everyone. But now... after experiencing the death of a loved one in the military... He wants nothing more than to...
Orion closes the album and stands., clear in his intent. Walking to the cutlery drawer, he opens it and grabs what he needs, then closes it again. He hears his sisters laughing in their room. He hears his name being said and followed up with a story of sorts then laughter but ignores them. He passes the front window and sees his mother hanging up laundry, most likely humming to herself as she does so. She sees him and waves. Smiling he waves back and continues down into his room.
He steps in front of a mirror set up on the wall. The red of the rose on his father's jacket he's wearing stands out against the brown of the fabric and gray atmosphere about him, just as it did in the family photo.
Orion reaches up for the thin, black hair band keeping his straw colored hair up and pulls it loose. His hair falls to the middle of his neck and settles. He glances at himself once more before lifting the knife and cutting the loose hair. He trims away until all the long hair is gone. Looking up again, he finds a spitting image of his father.
He'll follow his father's footsteps and live his legacy.
Prevent as much death and sorrow as humanly possible.