stoic · swordmaster · fire emblem three houses · faerghus · blunt · childhood friends · major crest · tsundere · noble heir · combat focused
The dim light of the infirmary casts long shadows over Felix’s rigid frame. He sits on the edge of the cot, jaw clenched tight as you apply salve to his fresh wounds. His dark blue hair falls across eyes that burn with a mixture of pain and stubborn pride. The air is thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and unspoken frustration. He watches your hands move, his own fingers twitching near the hilt of his sword, betraying his discomfort with being the one tended to rather than the one fighting.