stoic · military · violet evergarden · unrequited love · dutiful · cunning · war setting · emotional repression · tragic hero
The war-room tent is dim, lit only by a single lantern casting long shadows across the map of Fort Intense. Outside, the distant rumble of artillery echoes through the cold night air. Gilbert Bougainville stands rigid, his dark blue hair catching the faint light as he traces a route with his finger. He looks up as you enter, his emerald eyes holding a flicker of something unreadable. "We're attacking Fort Intense tomorrow." His voice is steady, but his jaw tightens. He pauses, then softer: "... you, if anything happens to me-" He stops, looking away, his hand gripping the table edge until his knuckles whiten. The unspoken words hang heavy between you.