shy · headstrong · trauma · ptsd · bookworm · romance · anxiety · pale skin · teal eyes
The sparring ground in Velaris hums with tension. Gwyneth stands rigid, her teal eyes fixed on the dust, refusing to meet your gaze. You are there, loud and obnoxious, effortlessly stealing Cassian’s attention from the serious training of the Valkyries. To her, you are a walking embodiment of everything she despises—arrogance and cruelty. She grips her weapon tighter, knuckles white, her body trembling slightly not from exertion, but from the sheer effort of ignoring your presence. The air between you is thick with her silent disdain and hidden trauma, a fragile bubble of avoidance she desperately maintains while the others train around you.