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𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.
Private and selective Sylvain Jose Gautier from Fire Emblem: Three Houses. As portrayed by Castle. Revamped / Ask. Rules. About. / Please like / reblog if you’re interested in interacting! :) I’d love to check you all out!
i’m back with Him
accidentally went and got myself killed yesterday but god wont let me die so im back
kiss :)
There is something so … youthful about it all: weaving through the gardens hand-in-hand, indulging in stolen moments of privacy with only a barrier of shrubbery to shield them, where one might happen upon them at any moment. Fluttery hearts and hushed laughter — the simple thrills of young love she thought she might only ever see in books, another new experience to add to the list of firsts she’d given her — that they’d given each other.
There’s apprehension when that first kiss comes, of course. It’s such unfamiliar territory that her breath catches in her throat and her lashes flutter as it all seems to happen in slow motion, blue sliding to a close, Byleth rising — goodness — on her toes ever so slightly to bridge the distance, nose sliding against hers, colors fading until there’s only warmth. That initial fear in her chest is quick to simmer down until all it leaves in its wake is something so terribly tender. How lovely, how overwhelming, how beautiful it is to love and be loved—-
And then there’s greed — another first, something she’d never allowed herself before. A tentative hand resting against the delicate curve of a jaw soon slides into that choppy hair, gently pulling her closer, daring to feel, daring to want, daring to ask for more. One kiss simply beckons another, another, another — a break to giggle, fluttery and light, before pink-painted lips pursued hers once again.
And there’s grass tickling at her ankles, a bird singing within the shrubbery, the breeze in her hair, voices somewhere in the distance, the chime of a bell, things things and more things all blurred together that no longer seem to matter in that moment—
And there’s Byleth, clever, wonderful, soft, warm Byleth —
A bell.
She pulls Byleth’s hands, reluctantly, from around herself to hold them between her own. Even after retreating, the thrilling thrum of her heart remains ever-present in her ear and scarlet lingers, her love written as a scripture of warmth upon her flesh where she could not yet say it aloud.
` … It would not do well to be late to your own lecture, my lady professor. ` A tease, a genuine tease, and despite the warning, she makes no move to step away. A finger hooks onto a stray lock of Byleth’s hair, delicately coercing it back behind her ear from where she’d knocked it loose. ` —- Perhaps … you could join me for tea this evening …? ` So that I might not be apart from you for too long.
@unthrum | unprompted - always accepting.
@unthrum said: ruffles his hair :) / unprompted.
It’s unexpected.
It’s gentle.
He hadn’t expected her to reach up, to lightly thread her fingers into his hair. The cavalier hadn’t expected such a soft touch, careful and affectionate. And he didn’t expect her hand to shake either. It further musses up his already messy hair, a soft exclaim of “Hey–” leaving his lips. Despite the way he speaks, squeak in his voice, it’s not unwelcome. It’s a nice feeling. One he’s never quite felt, or one he hasn’t felt in a long time.
Suzaku can’t decipher which it is ( perhaps both. both is a good answer ).
All he knows is that Byleth’s hand in his hair, ruffling it further in the mess it is, makes his heart feel like its in his throat. Makes him feel as though he is choking, like an invisible force has its grasp on his neck and squeezing tight. This sort of affection— he’s not used to it.
It’s foreign.
It’s nice.
It hurts.
Perhaps that’s his problem. That it was nice. That it was gentle. That she’s kind. I don’t deserve it. He doesn’t, he doesn’t, he doesn’t– it’s hard to breathe. His throat burns. His chest hurts. Why? Why, why, why? She’s wasting her time, you’re wasting your time, and yet he can’t bring himself to say as much. All he can do is stand there, looking at Byleth in slight distress.
“…” His lips part, perhaps to try and say something, but her palm lightly pats against his head. It’s caring. Caring. He feels his stomach twist at the thought, still unsure of the reason why. Is it upsetting? Is it reassuring? Is it his own distaste for being cared for? Is it his longing for such? Can she tell? Do you know, Professor?
He’s confusing himself. He’s conflicting with his own emotions and looking back at Byleth, Suzaku feels himself halt. She’s smiling. Small, tender. A serene expression and Suzaku can’t help but feel his own lips twitching up, ghost of a smile on his mouth.
Maybe this once. Maybe just this once.
“… Thank you.”
𝐬𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 . / 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆
AT SOME POINT annette starts wondering why the church even continues to bother assigning her chores . at the end of the day , all she does is mess things up further , leaving MORE work for whoever is next . the scene around her ( shattered pots ; scattered soil ; ruined flowers ) is a painful reminder of that . LITERALLY .
❛❛ owwwww , ❜❜ she groans , WINCING . she’s bitten her tongue , it seems , gracing her with a new sharp pain to compliment the familiar ones , and the bitter taste of iron fills her mouth . she wants to spit / to scream / to cry , but there’s a hand offered to her before she can decide on which to do first . byleth’s cool colored eyes look down on her , WIDE & WORRIED . the last thing annette wants to do is cry in front of her professor — to make things worse yet again — so she bites down the urge to sob & quiets her uncle’s voice in her mind ( FAILURE FAILURE FAILURE ) , painting an apologetic smile on her lips instead as she takes the hand & stands , ❛❛ oh , it’s nothing i’m not used to professor ! i feel worse for the poor flowers , honestly . ❜❜ she looks to the ruins of dirt & petals , ❛❛ i’m … really sorry about that , by the way . ❜❜
Hesitance in the hand that aided her , she doesn’t want to pull away almost , but knew she should. Worry pressed her brows together , firm , lips puffed into a faint pout. That must’ve hurt , she figured ———— but it must hurt more to pretend to be alright.
Byleth pays no mind to the ruin beneath her feet , but the soil staining her clothes. She pays no mind to the fallen flowers , but the wilted flower opposed to her , biting back something she fought to grasp. Sadness? Grief? Something more? Byleth was more pensive , worried , curious. There was something to the Blue Lion house that weighed her heart in ways she couldn’t formulate. Each student held something behind their eyes , and hers an analytical stare.
` It’s okay. As long as you’re alright. You’re not hurt anywhere , are you? ’ We can always plant more flowers , she wants to say , but the words don’t come out her mouth. But we can only lose one of you.
Perplexity riddles her countenance , and her pout reaches her eyes , as does all emotion she anomalously feels.
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“heh.” he’s a little nervous, evident from the anxious chuckle leaving his lips. he smiles bashfully, hesitant to take her hand & assume the correct dancing position. “are you sure it’s me you want to dance with? i fear i might step on you. i’m still not exactly confident in my dancing skills.” // hehe
𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 / always accepting.
The White Heron Cup approaches ———— the festivities were infectious throughout the entire monastery. Byleth had never known this simple joy , and it first it settled into her chest as a simple responsibility and nothing more. Choose your dance competitor , she was told. Only one student per class can be selected to participate in the competition.
Her classroom was riddled with low susurrus about the upcoming event , bright smiles , anxious fumbling of their hands , the disinterest of one huffing and arms crossed in his own corner ———— Byleth held her chalk like an instrument of war , and with lidded eyes observed her students like they should have observed her teaching’s. At the time , she couldn’t bring herself to ahem to catch their attention again once they’ve gotten rowdy , no sound or single word to alert their sense.
It was then , seeing the normally so attentive , proper , eager to learn students grow rumbustious with enthusiasm planted a flower in her chest. They’d grow silent at her unnerving stare , and she only replied with a smile , going back to scribbling formulas and strategies onto the board with picturesque perfect handwriting.
Something new awoke in her.Maybe it was excited intentness as well.So she didn’t scold them , she smiled , and smiled throughout the rest of her lesson , performing her teaching’s as she would any other day.They paid attention then.
…
When the time came , Ashe was selected. There was a particular charm to him , a uniqueness , ingenuity that he proudly held firm. A proud knight-to-be , an elegance to surely capture the hearts of the judges. She had only hoped they saw the potential in him that she did.
With participation came practice. And with practice came praise.She’s yet to tell him he’s been chosen.His stalwart conviction is being evaluated with a dance.
` That’s why we’re practicing. ’ She reassures , not so skilled in the art herself. ` With practice comes error , so don’t shy away from the mistakes. ’ Her own finesse was in the works with several other students who wished to practice , wished to learn ———— and she swallowed her ignorance of the subject matter and pursued the craft for their sake.
The steps were simple , nothing too advanced , the sways were calculated , their feet stumbled with each other only slightly in a way that was comedic with how in unison it all was. ` You’re doing great so far. ’ Byleth said, truthfully. Some others who took her hands were more clumsy than others.
Something about his strive for gallantry , an admirable hero , to capture the hearts of simple townsfolk with a pointed bow and honorable deeds ———— it piqued her decision in showing him off in the spotlight. To gain the confidence you want to wear so virtuously in battle , capturing their hearts with the simplicity of just being you seemed like . . a nice approach! A fun , lighthearted approach that held potential to encourage his motivation.
His kind heart , a heart once sullied at the hands of unfortunate happenstance , dirt staining worn cloth , responsibilities not meant for a youth , reached out to her own. Maybe she had a soft spot for this kid , but this was by no means favoritism.
` I was thinking about choosing you for the White Heron Cup , if you’re interested in continuing our practice. ’
𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐧𝐞 . / 𝒃𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒉
“ OOH , THREATENING TO start a war ? That’s just an ordinary TUESDAY in my classroom . ” Rowdy bastards , he thinks in a voice not too dissimilar from Jeralt’s own . A hand raises to pinch the bridge of his nose . “ You and I can just pull in , order a black coffee , and go . That should teach them . ”
` Will that truly work? ’ The rhetoric was nothing short of a quickly dismissed worried. ` ———— Let’s do it. ’
𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐧𝐞 . / 𝒃𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒉
“ WHY ARE WE going to Taco Bell ? … But since you’re asking , a Crunchwrap Supreme . ”
SO WHAT HAPPENED . ( @unthrum . )
` The students seemed hungry. They were threatening to start a war. I thought , perhaps , putting something on their stomach would ease their irritability. ’ Perhaps a snickers would’ve been the best route , but it seemed silly now to use divine pulse.
A nod of quiet acknowledgement. ` Not all of them agreed to Taco Bell, however. Claude wanted chicken nuggets. Sylvain wanted an egg. Our sister and Marianne wanted a bagel . . Our other sister wanted our father back ———— ’
To think that the first time I saw you cry… your tears would be for me. It’s sad, and yet… I’m happy for it.
just picks her up like a sack of feathers and walks off
𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 / always accepting.
` ———— ! ’ Little resistance , too much trust placed into the hands of a man who can snap her bones and crunch them between the webs of his fingers. There was no reason to be afraid , she knows that , but that doesn’t stop the warranted concern. ` Dimitri . . ? ’ No fight , no movement of her muscles aside from the head tilt , the rise of her upper body to capture just a look of him with widened eyes and slightly agape lips.
` Where are you taking me? ’ ———— What’s happening.
𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐫 . / 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒎 .
his embarrassment flourishes in his face & a red hue colors the tops of his cheeks. ❝ no—- gods, i hate dressing up. ❞ he pulls at his collar, his irritation practically rolling off of him in waves. a part of him acknowledges that no prince from a foreign country should act in such an aloof way when the ball was arranged in ylisse’s name, but that surely wouldn’t stop him from complaining to certain ears. ❝ do not mistake me, lady rhea is an exceptionally kind host, but i wasn’t expecting all of this. ❞ he gestures to the elaborately decorated room, a small orchestra & choir harmonizing in the front & elegantly dressed strangers mingling about. he knew he was to meet them all at some point during the night, but for now—-
❝ does the academy usually hold events like this ? please don’t tell me it’s just because we’re here. gods, the trouble they had to go through just for three people. ❞
There was a certain charm to him she wasn’t sure how to digest , how to react to , the unfamiliarity of being endeared by the flame engulfing his face all but left a laugh to roll out her lips. Perhaps it were inappropriate , but it was a short lasting giggle all the same.
Herself , donned in more formal wear wore on her tightly , snug in places she wasn’t particularly used to. The urges to tug on the tight fabrics to give her breath leeway , to rub her eyes free from the make-up she wasn’t used to ———— hair once done up for the festivities fell back to its usual unkempt waves.
` I haven’t been here long , i’m afraid. But I do know they host an annual ball shortly after the White Heron Cup dance competition. It’s tradition here. ’ Will this ease his nerves , she wonders , she hopes. ` Your arrival was perfectly timed. ’ More reassurance. Her eyes were tired from the event itself , but her smile still hung gently onto her.
` Have you not danced with anyone yet? ’ That’s a part of the tradition, after all!
@varentine / 𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒂 .
There was a certain craft to this that she had yet to understand ; and in this moment she became a student of cosmetology ———— still , unnervingly still. Things she knew little about prodded her eyes , weighed her skin , brought forth an abnormal pattern of excessive blinking. Lips pressed into a faint pout , brows twined just gently together.
` It itches. ’ She states , resisting the temptation to pluck out her own eyelashes.
sitting with them for the unspoken fluff starters .. :0
𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 . / accepting .
Marianne was a soft heart , an even softer presence ———— gentle , pure , a silence she didn’t mind. Byleth was never short on thoughts , but short on the words that weren’t familiar on her tongue just yet. She smiled all the same. There was a comfort that settled onto her like a warm blanket , something that enveloped her in reassurance that this was okay , that this was safe , that above all else she trusts her ———— that she had learned what it meant to be friends with people she once held at a distance from her newly budded heart. A distance not so much meant to shy away from all intruders to her kindness , but a distance of the unfamiliarity of what it meant to develop bonds , invisible knots tied to keep them together.
The world around them carried on in flowing breezes and the ambiance of nature songs. They sat , cross legged , and Byleth had always found it fascinating how all lively spirits found a liking to Marianne’s presence. Marianne was like a fairy tale ; living proof that even princesses spoken in flower language and fantasies were real.
There was a charm to her that she had hoped everyone else saw. There was a beauty to her that she had hoped everyone else got to see.
Byleth simply smiled , simply sat , and had hoped her silence wasn’t enervating , but just as comfortable as hers.
when i get home . i want to further elaborate on a few things!
———— why byleth charged head on to protect edelgard in the beginning / why she was just so reckless.
———— how her fathers passing has affected her
———— her insecurities / fear of failing and meeting her students expectations
———— how her teachings change / adapt as she gets to know her students more / get to know them more as friends and not just people ‘ beneath ‘ her in terms of an authoritative stand point / how she sees them on equal footing (esp post-time skip when they start teaching her things and the roles reverse / she becomes their student.)
———— how she learns to adjust to normal society / learns what it means to truly live
