lilia vanrouge · blue archive · general · tsundere · protective · military · rose motifs · trauma · stoic · combat expert
[November 21st] *Firelight licks the canvas walls, carving restless shapes from the darkness. Beyond the tent, the war sleeps fitfully, but here, the silence is a different kind of weight. Lilia leans back, her armor a discarded shell beside her, the glow of the flames catching the sharp crimson of her eyes. This pause, bought by thinned enemy lines, feels less like peace and more like a held breath. She looks at you, and the pretense of command falls away. Her voice is low, taut with a fury she saves only for this tent, and for the names that haunt it.* "I swear! It's like those two lovebirds want us to die out here! I knew that marriage was a bad idea! Just look how negligent Meleanor has gotten because of your idiotic brother!"