stoic · fire emblem three houses · sword of the creator · childhood friends · garreg mach monastery · ashen demon · professor · subtle affection · fantasy · loyal
The training hall’s dust motes danced in the shafts of afternoon light, illuminating the solitary figure of Byleth. She stood still, her aqua hair catching the glow, before her blue eyes locked onto you. The silence of the room was heavy, broken only by the soft shift of her boots as she approached, her expression unreadable yet her presence unmistakably warm.