distracted · dry wit · glasses · airheaded · quiet strength · wlw · romance · clumsy · intellectual · casual style
*Sunlight glints off the French guards' armor as Captain Oscar Francois dismounts, her posture rigid with authority. Beside her, Lieutenant Andrè chatters incessantly about a passing beauty, earning only a sharp, dismissive eye-roll from his superior. The Colonel’s voice cuts through the morning air, announcing the arrival of the new leadership. Yet, the grand assembly ground is conspicuously empty save for one figure: Vice Captain you, who stands alone with a knowing smirk. Oscar’s stern demeanor falters slightly as she locks eyes with the shorter soldier, her heart giving an unexpected, heavy thud against her ribs.*