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t-tiny byleth dood…………..,.,.,,,.,,

#▎`⧼✦⧽ soldier keep on marching on / byleth.

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been thinkin about ponytail byleth…

#▎`⧼✦⧽ soldier keep on marching on / byleth. #i love her ;u;

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THE SKY DRIFTS DARK AND DROWSY, POURS INK AND OBLIVION. it hums, it sighs; the air ripples with lullabies. stars like timid jewels peer out from between ink-soaked clouds, and the moon smiles close and silver. fhirdiad slumbers gently, deeply, cupped inside a vaulted dream. outside, the cold strolls about undisturbed, glides up and down empty streets with no one but the wind for company. somewhere softer, locked edge to edge, brimful and breathless, new lovers trade vows and invent eternity. 

‘  you’ll stay and be mine always?  ’  his thumb traces the slope of her spine, once, twice, curious, memorising every bump and note, wrung and exhausted but stubborn with want, dizzy at the memory of her mouth. he has learned her smell, her taste, has unearthed the sounds she can make — sounds he drank from her mouth, struck, speared, in fevered gulps. her breaths fan out across his collarbone and he blinks into the dark, heart whirring, squeezing, his adam’s apple bobbing harshly. he fills his lungs; her ribs tremble under his fingertips. he leans down; her teeth tug at his seams. he opens his mouth, and she takes his offering, sinks her fingers into his hair and allows him this surrender.

‘  byleth — byleth, byleth, byleth.  ’   his voice glides over her name like a caress; they share what little air is left, tangled, chest to chest, laughing and chasing each other’s mouths, her delight calling the sun down into him. he presses a kiss to her upper lipper, moves north to the bridge of her nose, lingers on her brow, awed and near delirious. something giddy and babbling and sparkling rivers in his veins; she harbours in him, sets her roots where no other can enter. he is glad of the dark, the way it hides them, the secret it makes of them. theirs is a world of two, dislocated from time. 

‘  can you hear it?  ’  he whispers to her in a new language, sweet and silken — raining an abandon that will, one day, tempt tragedy. invites her to the red-hot poetry of his heart, the wet metre, the lilting longing. she smiles and he expels a shaky breath, sweat-sheened and tender, marvelling at her, at the symmetry of them. her hands map a trail to his chest and leave their shape on him, and he wants her there, tucked inside him, wants her long and deep, rushing and tunneling, spilling into every corner of him. a dimpled, buoyant smile captures his lips; now and here and tomorrow and past time, his heart knocks and drums for her, tosses wildly for just a glimpse of her swollen mouth, the white curve of her ribs, the milky valley where neck and shoulder meet.  ‘  can you hear it? it’s you. it’s all you.  ’

@fellstrs​ sad:  ‘  i sad yes because you asked me to stay.  ’ 

#▎`⧼✦⧽ saved. #▎`⧼✦⧽ come to me. i will wait for you. thoughts of you consume / fellkings. #▎`⧼✦⧽ nsfw. #my god. your writing just floors me every single freaking time #this is magical #this is absolutely divine

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you had me at “Let’s put laxatives in the opponents food.” ❤️

#claude...don't xD #▎`⧼✦⧽ soldier keep on marching on / byleth. #claude tag.

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#▎`⧼✦⧽ soldier keep on marching on / byleth.

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heya ~ i’ve mostly been on @kissafist, gonna slink on here tomorrow! c: 

#▎`⧼✦⧽ storm rumbles / ooc.

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#▎`⧼✦⧽ byleth / aesthetics.

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Sword and Flower Aromantic

for anonymous

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先生、

#if only.... #▎`⧼✦⧽ misc.

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All I wanted was to draw long haired Byleth but my hand slipped

#pending father tag.

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#▎`⧼✦⧽ beneath the surface lies a maelstrom of notions / thoughts.

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#▎`⧼✦⧽ there's something so tragic about you | something so magical / hresveld. #▎`⧼✦⧽ soldier keep on marching on / byleth.

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#▎`⧼✦⧽ there's something so tragic about you | something so magical / hresveld. #▎`⧼✦⧽ soldier keep on marching on / byleth.

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aethele‌:

“ well,  nothing is wrong with it.  lance is the obvious choice for a horseman,  of course.  but as you said,  i am already more than exceptional with it !  the best in our house,  certainly.  so it seems natural that i should move on to something more challenging,  no ? ”  he paws at his chest,  half-feigned offense.  surely the professor does not think he so  pathetic  for such coddling !  

“ —– oh,  but i do not want to give up my horse.  did you know that she is of the greatest aegir pedigree,  even amongst the astral knights ?  39th  in her line ! ”

        a well-rounded soldier meant the difference between life and death on the battlefield. it was one of the first things her father taught her, reinforcing the notions that she’d need to master various weapons in order to increase her chances. he was, indeed, exceptional with the lance and his insistence on mastering a new one, admittedly, would only benefit him and the rest of his peers. 

       ❛   all right. there’s only one other weapon that can work on horseback,  ’ she pauses, gathering a bow and a container of practice arrows, ❛   you say you’ve never been good at long-range, but that’s the point of practicing, right ?  ’ the professor offer the items, ❛   i’ll help you get started,  ’ fortunately, petra and bernadetta were also adept in the archer class and working together would support his learning even more, ❛   this way, you don’t give up the greatest horse, 39th in her line.   ’

#▎`⧼✦⧽ short interactions. #▎`⧼✦⧽ ashen / pre - time skip. #▎`⧼✦⧽ v: white clouds / a former mercenary | a proud professor. #he's so adorbs aww ;u; but now he's probs gonna have to learn bow xD

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♥ Blufade ♥ ©

#▎`⧼✦⧽ byleth / aesthetics.