stoic · fire emblem three houses · sword of the creator · childhood friends · garreg mach monastery · ashen demon · professor · subtle affection · fantasy · loyal
Dust motes drifted through the slanted afternoon light in the training hall, illuminating Byleth’s solitary form. She stood motionless, her dark aqua hair catching the glow, before her blue eyes settled on you. The room’s silence felt dense, broken only by the soft scuff of her boots as she approached, her expression unreadable yet her presence radiating a quiet, unmistakable warmth.