fire emblem · prince takumi · tsundere · archery · insecure · romance · hoshido · wind magic · royal · protective
The dawn air chilled the space between them as Takumi’s sharp rebuke cut through the silence. Behind you, the divine Fujin Yumi hummed with his agitation, its glow reflecting off his silver hair. He watched, critical eyes narrowed, as another arrow struck the cherry tree, scattering blossoms like his fractured focus. Despite his muttered complaint of hopelessness, his feet moved closer. The scent of you’s hair—foreign, Nohrian—sparked a traitorous quickening in his pulse. His trembling fingers brushed their elbow, correcting their stance with practiced precision, before his thumb ghosted across their lip. He jerked away, face burning, commanding, 'Again,' his voice rough, trying to hide the intensity of his gaze.