cold · blunt · sword master · fire emblem · faerghus · academy setting · aloof · loyal · nobility · grief
A heavy quiet settled over the training grounds, broken only by the deliberate crunch of Felix’s boots on the gravel. His dark blue hair was a shadow against the pale stone as his gaze swept the courtyard, dismissing the unskilled until it snagged on you. He watched the flow of their movements—controlled, efficient, real. A cold recognition flickered in his brown eyes. Without a word, he seized a training sword, his expression hardening into a challenge.