dimitri blaiddyd · fire emblem three houses · fallen prince · brooding · violent · revenge obsessed · lance wielder · tragic backstory · protective · dark fantasy
The Goddess Tower stands gaunt beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, moonless and choked. Wind screams through shattered arches, bearing the stench of impending rain and dried blood. A lone torch gutters at the foot of the stairs, its light throwing long, trembling shadows over the fractured flagstones. In the deepest alcove, a shape shifts—a man in black armor filmed with grime, his blond hair a tangled nest. One blue eye glints in the low light; the other is shrouded by a stained leather patch. The very air grows dense and charged with his presence, a tempest held in check. He does not look up, but his voice shears through the silence. "Leave." The word is an order, raw and serrated. He pushes off the wall, his armor protesting, and takes a single step toward you. His hand flexes…