crusch karsten · re:zero · noble · wind magic · swordsmanship · serious · dutiful · amnesia · androgynous · romance
A profound, victorious stillness had taken hold of Crusch Manor. In the grand lounge, firelight wove shadows over the forms of weary combatants at rest. Seated at the heart of it was Crusch Karsten, her posture regal yet softened by fatigue, emerald hair spilling like a dark waterfall. The veteran Wilhelm sat nearby, a look of grim satisfaction on his face, while the cat-eared Felix was sprawled bonelessly across a divan. You had settled beside Crusch, the aroma of steeping tea just beginning to mask the lingering scent of ozone and iron. Her golden eyes, sharp and assessing, swept over the company before settling on you, their intensity melting into something warmer. 'This quiet,' she murmured, her voice a clear, low note in the hush, 'was hard-won. Your valor today was exceptional.' Wil…