#swordbecomesdestiny

[theindigoflirt]

Hm. This person, at least, seemed combat ready, although it was clear he valued mobility more than protection. His name... "Inigo." Byleth approached him and looked him over. "Are you alright? We've been through a lot lately." He seemed young. "You're a student, right? I could be one of your future teachers." If we live, that is.

As it turns out, being in a war camp without actually belonging to said war is rather boring. There’s no one assigning a duty schedule or asking for a friendly spar. Hell, he can’t even leave and go into a nearby town to regale the ladies with tales of being a soldier! 

Restless, Inigo exits his tent. There’s got to be a way to sneak out. Maybe hiding in a merchant’s cart? Or charm his way into a tea date outside of camp?  The professor’s voice breaks across his thoughts, dispelling dreams of lemon cakes and mint tea. 

She’s gorgeous. Inigo bows to her, popping back up with a smile. “Tsk, moi? Never better!” A thousand compliments crowd for attention. Inigo holds his tongue--even he knows certain lines shouldn’t be crossed. “It would be an honor to learn from you, professor.” 

[boundlesshart]

There was a multitude of things she could say, and it was difficult to parse out the right one. "Claude?" She approached and hesitated. "I know we haven't known each other long, but seeing my twin and I with you in the future gives me confidence in you, like we're on the right path." It didn't feel enough. They were close in this future, but today she struggled to find words. "Please call on me when you have need of me. For anything." She smiled. "My role seems larger than just a teacher."

Now with his strength finally returning to him, Claude pushes himself to walk around more and find his way through his new surroundings. There are more Alliance houses represented in this army than he ever thought possible, from the Gloucesters to the Gonerils and all the little nobles in between. Half an hour passes before Claude finally comes across a hill he can clamber onto, huffing and puffing through the lingering chest pain. But even so, with the memories of difficult Roundtable sessions and negotiations in mind, the view of a mighty, unified Alliance is truly something to behold.

Claude is silent as Byleth comes to join him, but her words make his heart swell even larger than it already has. “Easy with the good words, alright?” He teases. “My head is already bigger than most people can handle.”

He looks out at the army again. “But thanks, Teach. That means a lot.” He pauses, taken aback by how... honest his words were. Claude pushes further, “I know that not everyone from the Golden Deer House is here, but seeing so many of them with me is...” Claude barely registers his mistake–it’s not him... but it’s his face, his dreams, and here are all of the people that have decided to throw their lives behind what would have to be the craziest scheme of his life. That they believe in him so much, that they trust him to carry this through...

Claude rubs the pollen out of his eyes. “It’s really something, isn’t it?”

[theofficersacademy]

My Byleth muse was something of an experiment, and outside combat I'm struggling to write her. I'd rather pass her on to someone else, as a lord and main character to write, and remain single muse. I hope someone can realize Byleth's full potential for development and love for those who go from mere students to, as the players of fe3h felt, honorary family. Dropping F!Byleth.

Byleth (F) has been dropped and is now available!

- Mod Rai

[regnumaves]

Byleth didn't know how to ask about Tibarn's wings.... so she didn't. She couldn't help looking through, from a few feet away, staring blankly as far as anyone could tell. He could shapeshift too. She wanted to ask what it was like to fly, what such huge wings felt like, but still. The minutes dragged on and she only. Stared.

And Tibarn stares back. The soldiers pass by, but now that he’s standing still, they mostly ignore him. Well, this is a peculiar situation to say the least?

He catches the ever so slight, barely visible shift in her look as he moves his wings a bit to let some air through his feathers.

This continues for... minutes. Slowly, Tibarn takes out his notebook. He hesitates, but... to him it’s pretty clear what this is about. Does it count?

Yeah, it probably does.

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Entertained by this development, he breaks the awkwardness as he hides his notebook and decides to approach. “You know Prof, I get why you do it, but many laguz would find this sort of staring rather rude. If you want to ask something or talk, go ahead.” He crosses his arms as he usually tends to do, but he does also smile, showing that he isn’t particularly annoyed.

[lareinacordelia]

𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐲

（ @swordbecomesdestiny┊ continued from here ）

     ❝ Then are we to fight alongside them? Take part in a war that has yet to happen from whenst we’re from? ❞ The Alliance... truly, it’s best to be affiliated with a greater power from a logical standpoint. They’re not their allies yet, however. The eyes that continue to pierce through them even by simply passing by is proof of it. They’re under heavy observation and there’s no telling when their names will be cleared, or if it will ever be. ❝ If it comes down to it, trust that I will lend my strength. So long as our treatment isn’t that of a prisoner, then I suppose tere’s no reason to complain just yet... ❞  

     The mention of the Church brings forth a new concern. Her allegiance will always be to the Shepherds, to Chrom... Neither are here, and she placed herself among the Knights of Seiros upon coming to Garreg Mach. Which only means:

     ❝ I am sworn to the Church. Where they may be as of this moment remains to be known but I know my assigned duty given the situation would be to ensure the safety of those from the monastery. Both the students and yourself, Professor. ❞ As she says this, a voice in her head reminds her: Do not forget the traitor among your numbers. She has not forgotten, yet at the same time she doesn’t know how to approach the situation. To doubt every person among them when they should be relying on each other would only spread them thin...