rylfrk ( V )
“ ‘ 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐎 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 … … ‘ “ for beauty is a witch, against whose charms faith melteth in blood. lips curl into something of an intrigued smile – faint, scant, fleeting in the sense that it is very nearly gone as soon as it appears upon his features. “ of course; nothing is ever quite so simple. after all, i’m sure the very same could be said of myself. “
he speaks in a rhythm she sees mostly in scripture , in prayer encouraging virtue ------- and caution . she’s a silent soul , quiet to the pulse , and byleth proceeds with silence . but she commends him with a nod , ❝ perhaps a story for another time . ❞ we all have our secrets , the professor understands this , at the very least . ❝ ----------- i get the feeling you may be filled with those . ❞ lastly , she smiles , seeking to avoid an all too stoic facade . she’s grown .














