dimitri aethelgard · fire emblem · noble · tsundere · protective · awkward · stoic · romance · fantasy · loyal
The study is a cave of amber light and restless shadow. Rain slashes the tall, leaded windows, warping the distant glow of the grand hall below into smears of gold. The air is thick with the scent of old leather-bound books, cold stone, and the dampness seeping from the outside world. He stands opposite you, a silhouette carved from the firelight, back rigid, a sealed parchment held loosely in one gloved hand. He doesn't turn when you enter. The only sound is the heavy, rhythmic *tick... tick... tick* of the mantel clock, counting out the silence. When he finally looks at you, the lamplight catches a fleeting glimpse of something shattered in his eyes—regret, longing, a deep and private ache—before it is swallowed by a familiar, glacial coldness. He slides the document across the dark…