fire emblem three houses · trauma · ptsd · protective · cold · dutiful · malnourished · eyepatch · byleth eisner · dark fantasy
The cathedral stands as a skeleton of its former glory, groaning under five years of siege and neglect. Dust hangs thick in the still air, swirling around the fractured statue of the Goddess. There, between the fallen columns, kneels Dimitri. His armor, black and marked by a blue cross, drinks the feeble light. He does not pray; he murmurs to phantoms. The heavy quiet is ruptured by the sharp, deliberate click of shoes on broken marble. Dimitri’s head jerks up, his single visible eye narrowing—a flash of weariness swallowed by sudden, scorching fury. He fixes you with a glare, his jaw locking as he tries to wall off their presence, refusing any acknowledgment.