#ohexalted

[aethele]

“     huh ?   …   there was a page limit ?   well,   surely you cannot penalize me for producing more than was necessary.   if anything,   you should give me extra credit.   i worked on it all night !     ”   //   @ohexalted​

[tiervain]

ohexalted replied to your post “OMg look at this wholesome comic I found uwu”

W h y

Because I am just a horrible, thirsty little flower <3

[o-pleiades]

I thought it was me that hurt you with my headcanons 8l

&. @ohexalted

Oh, how the turn tables

[hevrhardt]

》 @ohexalted​ — ♝ // I JUST SAW THIS MEME FJHGVHJF

𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘 / 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Reading a book together.

It’s taken quite a bit of convincing—and even effort—on Linhardt’s part to arrange this. After all, spiriting the “Savior of Fodlan” away is no easy task (though, he’s seen how Byleth detests the title). But he’s done it and nobody knows quite where to look for them beyond the most trustworthy of their group.

And it’s well worth the effort to see the older man properly relaxed for the first time in a while, half-drained teacup settled on the blanket beside him. Linhardt studies his companion for a moment, just watching those emerald green eyes flick over the words on a page. He’s specifically brought books that he thinks will engage Byleth, and it seems his assumptions are as accurate as ever.

Linhardt had been rather surprised to learn how similarly their interests align in his time investigating the former mercenary, but he’s taken full advantage of that knowledge now. But there’s always more to learn and the healer leans until his shoulder’s resting against Byleth’s—almost to where their heads are touching—and peers at what has him so engrossed.

He smiles at the discovery.

‘ I saw you fishing on occasion when I was a student, but not in recent years. You know, it’s still much more fun to do it than to read about it. ’

[crocusblooms]

                               @ohexalted​​ sent a prompt:

    “   you  don’t  have  to  hide  your  tears  from  me .   ” // hello 8)

          It was a pathetic sniffling noise that followed his assurances, the back of her fists dragging across both cheeks respectively, displacing teardrops before they could run their course. She could not bring herself to muster words as yet, not whilst she was settled on the ground before the grand epitaph taking centre stage in the palace gardens, staring at the stone-etched name of a once-dear friend.

              Arcadios...

    “ I know, I --- I’m sorry. ” 

          It seemed only fitting that one of the men filling that old friend’s role would be the one to console her. Byleth had, at first, seemed very different from their former White Knight, her then-guard. And for a long time, Hisui had resented him for it, had sought to turn him away  --- or to outrun him, and all of this, herself. But over time, she had come to realise her resentment towards this man was unjustified, a misplaced anxiety that he may get too close to her, and that she may lose a dear friend all over again. 

       And, well ... in many ways, he was not so different to Arcadios. Though their personalities may be worlds apart, he had come to hold the same concern for her welfare as the man that preceded him, and the same determination to deliver on that concern.

    “ ... I’m sorry that I kept you at arm’s length, for so long. You ... you are a good man, Byleth. Words cannot describe how much I appreciate that. ” 

[withachanceoflaxus]

ohexalted replied to your post: [/farts a blizzard @ u]

is this where the random blizzard came from

i stg when i saw that ask after i wrote the other one i CACKLED because....can u imagine...laxus what arent you telling byleth, hm?

[songcharme]

DELICATE LIMBS SCREAMED WITH EXHAUSTION, HER QUIET PANTS FOR BREATH THE ONLY SOUND BEFFORE THE SHE MANAGED TO RAISE HER BLADE UP FOR THE IMPENDING BLOW. The solid crack of the practice sword wrought a quick cry--- and inbetween that next breath, the tap of the Professor's blade extinguished the last reserves of energy she could muster. ❝ Augh...alright Professor---I think we both know the winner of this battle. ❞ A huff of air expelled as lips protruded in a sullen expression. Yes, she was pouting--- could you really blame her? ❝ You really don't hold back for anyone, do you? ❞

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[luinsaidh]

@ohexalted​ ❤

“Professor?” Her voice sounded unusually tentative, as Ingrid approached him. Since their return from Remire Village no good opportunity had presented itself for that, but the matter was quite important to her and therefore she couldn’t waste more time. “Would you have a moment to spare? For a private conversation?”