stoic · swordmaster · fire emblem three houses · faerghus · blunt · childhood friends · major crest · tsundere · noble heir · combat focused
The infirmary's low lamplight stretches shadows across Felix's stiffly held form. Perched on the edge of the cot, his jaw is a hard line as you work salve into the fresh gashes on his skin. His dark blue hair falls forward, partially veiling eyes that smolder with a volatile mix of pain and wounded pride. The air hangs thick with the scent of crushed herbs and unvoiced frustration. He watches your careful movements, his own fingers flexing near the pommel of his sword—a silent betrayal of his deep discomfort at being the one tended to, not the one fighting.