the most entertaining thing is people trying to say magic isn’t real because science exists and i’m just “that’s funny, because i’m a mage with a degree in chemistry”
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the most entertaining thing is people trying to say magic isn’t real because science exists and i’m just “that’s funny, because i’m a mage with a degree in chemistry”
“ my god… is this really how much you dislike me? ” (Byleth & Hubert) / @furys-burn
❛ Hm ? ❜ Byleth tilts her head, gaze thoughtful and mildly confused as she regards Hubert. She’s not really caught off guard by his addressing her at all -- she has noticed their pattern over the last few months growing, if nowhere near warm, at least a little more comfortable. It’s helped facilitate what she’s trying to do here and she feels a latent hum of something like gratitude behind her ribs for it.
So it’s really just a matter of where he’d gotten an idea like that.
As she contemplates, Byleth takes a bite of the stew she’d made for lunch that day. It’s the kind of old recipe from her father that she could prepare half asleep -- thick and substantive, everything one needs to keep them going through long hours of work and training. She bites down heavily on a piece of trout, chewing through where it had gone tough in the heat. That was always a risk, but she’d figured growing up that overcooked was better than undercooked any day.
-- Then she notices how Hubert has put down his spoon delicately beside the dining hall’s bowl, and the disgust written across his expression.
Oh.
Despite herself, Byleth feels a gentle tug at the corner of her lips. It’s such a new instinct, delicate and startling, and she hides it against her palm. It makes sense, of course. This is the kind of meal meant to meet your bare requirements while hiking through the outskirts of Fódlan. But there is something about his face -- normally he keeps himself so distant and intimidating, so reserved, that seeing something this... petty splashed across the set of his mouth and eyes that elicits this strange, new, bubbling feeling in Byleth’s chest.
Laughter.
❛ ... Yes, ❜ she says simply, returning to her meal. Because it’s funny.
// memes ! & accepting
Nevermind you don't get to touch me even if you do fulfill the criteria.
It was nice knowing you, Dave.