#stcrsinyoureyes

[archivedflammes]

@stcrsinyoureyes​ (for Shamir?)

“Ugh! No good!” Leonie vented her frustrations, though it was unclear why. Any untrained eye who had been watching Leonie in the shooting range would see she was hitting her marks, yet something was amiss, something wasn’t good enough for the huntress.

It was her drawspeed, her instincts, she wasn’t able to simply draw the arrow and fire it on a whim and bullseye her targets, she constantly had to stop, aim, leave herself vulernable. She had tried Shamir’s advice with shooting sketches of bugs and yet, something was still amiss for her. Speaking of Shamir...

“O-Oh, Shamir, um... getting in some late night target practice...?”

[rxd-skys-xf-passixn]

"Butt Access Approved" ( from Felix )

He suddenly got bashful when the smaller man asked, “Y-yes? I... I mean I was not expecting such a request from you. I wouldn’t mind. Truly.”

[imperialvestra]

❛ what’s so special about it? nothing, of course. it’s not special. ❜ (from Byleth)

“Rather harsh,” Hubert says, the faintest of smirks creeping onto his face. He had meant to offer a compliment, a faint one, for the professor’s talent for faith. The skill has never come naturally to him, his skin tainted too deeply with the darkness of his own magic. Still, it’s strangely gratifying to hear as much . 

“So disparaging of your gifts. What would Lady Rhea say? Do you not believe your abilities are a gift from the goddess? Should they not be revered as such?” There’s a trap in his words, gentle prodding. His own disdain for the church is barely concealed, a necessary facade for the moment at least. But perhaps, shades of it may be allowed to fall away.