“I’m not jealous, I’m just practicing my pout.”
she raises a brow at him, the hand holding a polishing cloth dropping into her lap. turning her brand new lance this way and that, byleth grins up at ferdinand.
❛ i see! is pouting a valued skill in nobility, von aegir? ❜ she asks, returning to taking care of her weapon and feigning curiosity.
byleth was only pulling his leg, she already had plans to give him the lance in her hands and to go purchase a new one for herself. staring at herself in the reflecting of the metal, byleth stands and spins the lance expertly in hand. then she’s holding it out to him.
❛ you can have this. ❜













