“…I just can’t understand why you’d choose such a jarring colour. And why you didn’t bother to dye your eyebrows as well.”
Why are so many students criticizing my hair? This is most ludicrous...
Felix Hugo Fraldarius
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“ᴄʜɪᴠᴀʟʀʏ? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ. ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴏᴡᴇꜱꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇꜰɪᴇʟᴅ.” || “ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ. ꜱʜᴜᴛ ᴜᴘ. ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʙʟᴜꜱʜɪɴɢ, @sweetsorceress.bsky.social.” ♡
“…I just can’t understand why you’d choose such a jarring colour. And why you didn’t bother to dye your eyebrows as well.”
Why are so many students criticizing my hair? This is most ludicrous...
“You’re right. I can’t understand the change, myself.”
“Seteth looks… younger? And I guess he dyed his hair yellow!”
“Up all night poring over a book again?”
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“Conflicting information about what?”
“I am…gathering conflicting information—“
// Sorry I’ve been so quiet. Been absorbed in Dagda
“Ngh…” His stomach audibly growls. He needs food. Right now.
Annette giggled, would it be cruel to tease him one last time? Probably. “I’m sorry, Honey. I’ll stop messing with you now. You’ll forgive me?” She asked with a singsong voice.
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Sighs. “I guess no amount of uplifting or encouraging words will change your pessimistic personality , either?”
“. . .” You know, he’s really getting tired of this. “Can you have your mental breakdown somewhere else? You’re distracting me from my training.”
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“To you, maybe. Titles are worth nothing when you’re fighting for your life and nobody cares about how you carry yourself when you’re busy cutting someone down.” Felix turned his back to Lorenz. “This is ridiculous. You’re exasperating and I’m leaving.” Off he goes.
"I do not care what you do in free time. If you drink, so what?" He would shrug his shoulders. "What I take issue is the usage of such crude language. No matter what of your status, noble or not. How one carries themselves is important."
“I drink. So what? Why, are you going to scold me? Tell me that going to a bar is beneath my status?” Scoff. “Your head is so bloated it’s a wonder how you and Aegir can walk straight.”
"You speak as if you frequent a tavern. Is this how you carry yourself so?"
“Am I not noble enough for you, Gloucester? Unfortunate.”
"How crude of you say such things. I do not I -" Lorenz is simply offended by such words. "Must you use such crude language?"
“If you’re going apologize to him then don’t expect me to. I don’t bother myself with self-important fools.”
Felix sneered. “Why? You’re both reckless. You’re both desperate to get your prick wet. Maybe you two ought to start feeling each other up, that’ll make you less lonely.”
"Do not compare me to Slyvain! He and I are not alike at all. Take that back!"
“Not very ‘noble’ of him, is it? Who would have thought?”
“You’re under the impression I want to talk to people. What good is talking when you could be fighting instead?” Scoff. “You’re pathetic. Chasing women all around the monastery… you and Sylvain are cut from the same cloth.”
"Desperate? Please! I am no such thing. At least I talk to people! That is more than what you do at times, Fraldarius."
“The idea of spending the rest of your life shackled to Gloucester and listening to his drivel about nobility is a fate worse than death. I’d sooner throw myself into another war.”
That was harsh, even for Felix. Poor Lorenz…
“That depends on the man. It’s no secret you’ve been desperate to shackle some unfortunate soul to you. Frankly, I pity whoever ends up stuck in House Gloucester.”
"Bu the Goddess. Can't a man ask a question?"
“…’Situationship’? The only time I’ve heard that word uttered was when Sylvain would regale me with his latest tales of debauchery.”
[ @sweetsorceress.bsky.social ] Felix never expected a man as powerful as Jeralt to suddenly meet his end at the end of a dagger, and yet, here they were. Though it had happened two weeks ago, it was not easy to move past the gaping hole he’d left behind. Byleth was practically inconsolable, which