#erisackerman

Best Friend: Mikasa Ackerman

Significant Other: Tristan North (previously Jean Kirstein)

Eyes: Dark Blue

Hair: long, pitch black, usually in a ponytail

Tattoos: N/A

Likes: tea, her siblings, especially Vi, her dad, cleaning, her horse 

Dislikes: assholes, ignorant fucks, people who underestimate her

Relations:

Levi Ackerman - father

Emma Ackerman - mother

Terren Wake - uncle

Atrius Ackerman - sister

Vi Ackerman - brother

Styx Ackerman - brother

Jazz Ackerman - brother

Other Fun Things:

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Faction: Dauntless

Valor could not remember how he had gotten here. It lead him to wonder if maybe this was a dream.

He hoped, with everything he had, that it wasn’t.

His breathing was more steady than it had ever been for as long as he could remember. He felt at peace. It was a feeling he imagined was unattainable for people like him. If there were people like him. “Peace” seemed to be something only the loved could achieve. Love was something he never thought he would receive.

Somehow, though, he was here. She was here. The only thing he could remember was that she left Sina for Karline. She didn’t stir much when she slept. She was calm and collected in everything she did, including sleeping.

He didn’t dare say her or any of her family’s names in this castle ever since he had learned them. Unless it was out of hate.

He pressed his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. For a long time, there was silence. Until he heard her voice say, “Hello, Valor.”

And then he woke up.

He lurched awake and sat up as his bedroom door was thrown open.

“Get up,” said his uncle. “It’s time to train.”

The door slammed shut and he looked around the room. Empty, save for him.

“Shit,” said Valor immediately.

Dreaming of one of the people he’s been taught to hate felt illegal. And now he would have to continue to pretend it hadn’t happened. Again.