** CONQUER

hi, so you found her. you found me. surprise. anyway.. cool. i suppose a couple of things. just for you guys to know. also some house keeping things as well. 

FIRST AND FOREMOST: this is a sideblog - i CANNOT follow you on this account. just letting you know outright. just make sure you follow me on another blog OR you have my discord account/we’ve talked prior. 

✉️ ; [ @furiaei — .mya / pre ts ]

' with all due respect, professor, ' the youth began, ' i do not understand how lectures would help us. isn't battle experience more valuable? it's why i spend so much time on the training grounds. i won't be the finest knight my family has ever delivered if i sit down and read of battle strategies instead of learning them through practice. i want to be a knight far better and brighter than my father was. when his highness ascends the throne, i want to give my sword to his service and help him create the faerghus he wishes. i believe in him. ' a smile crowned her lips as she regarded the professor. ' but, i suppose i believe in you, too. '

​​​​​​​⚜ ; [  D I V I N I T Y  ] —–     BROW KNITS CAREFULLY at the comment of the other. A minor complaint. Perhaps. ( maybe . ) A whine, a protest! Formal, true, but still all the tame. It does sound more like barely contained EXCITEMENT though, more than anything else. At least that is what the mercenary can guage. She is earnest && willing! ( oh but mya , you don't understand . ) Innocence. Blissful IGNORANCE. The student doesn't know. There's something CHILDISH about her dreams; her fantasies. Then again, weren't all of theses students exactly just that? Children? Barely adults. They do not truly know the harsh realities of what BATTLES really bring. Though Byleth herself was not much older than them, the amount of experience between them && her was absolutely astounding. They are from completely different worlds. But how could she tell her that? ( she can't ! ) Not without care, that is. 

—– ;     STRANGE for her. Odd even. To witness such excitement. Not that the eagerness was entirely UNWANTED, but, for Byleth, it was foreign. It was almost as if they were speaking a different language. ( a different culture ! ) She can recognised the words, but that was all she knew. ( tell her ! you should tell her ! she deserves to know ! ) Barely holds in the sigh, but she does find it in herself to respond. ( she's so excited ! )

❝ Well... ❞ Careful, she's so very CAREFUL in responding. It's in the way she seems muted in her her mannerisms. She's calm. Gentle even! Ever since she was forced to take on the postiion of PROEFESSOR with what should have been her equal peers, she's been nervous about speaking her mind right out plainly. ( does not want to come off as too ill-mannered ! )  ❝ i know it may not make sense now, but i believe there is something valuable to learn in the lectures.❞

—– ;     NEVER had such teachings herself, afterall. She was a VETERAN to battle now - as unfortunate as it was. Still young herself, && has already seen far too much. If she could have changed anything, it would have been having the chance to learn it within a fortress. Rather than fighting for her life out there - never TRULY knowing if she would live to see the next meal. Yes. They came from VASTLY different worlds. No, she doesn't YEARN for what her students had. Byleth is unable to lament for a childhood she will never know of. But it does not mean that she would keep things the same if she had the chance to do something different.

✉️ ; [ ​​​@sortilegii — .rhea ]

' how fare you, dear one? ' inquiry is uttered on a warm tone, a smile crowning her visage, ' is life at garreg mach to your liking? '

⚜ ; [  D I V I N I T Y  ] —–     STILLS UPON HEARING the voice of the woman before turning to face her. Dull, sapphire hues stare back at Rhea, though void of any distiguishiable emotion. The mercenary is simply LOOKING out of respect && simple ettiqutte - though she could not feel anything about the interaction. The other woman inquired, so she would simply reply.

❝ well enough. ❞

—– ;     AGAIN, no emotion given. Just a simple answer to a simple question. Though the follow-up seemed to be as though Rhea wanted MORE than what Byleth would have given. ( cross- examination ? ) Has no right to be suspicious of her, though if she truly had to say it plainly; it was not as though she was GIVEN a choice to stay here or not.

 but... HOW is her life faring here at the monestary? ❝ it's different. ❞

—– ;     TRUTHFULLY, she speaks. It's neither bad nor good. Just DIFFERENT. Doesn't believe it to be wrong, though it isn't something she is used to. But she doesn't know what to think about her life here. Has no care for religion - she isn't pious by any means. It's strange to be in a classroom setting as well - she's never done that herself. While the training grounds allow for release && an opportunity to test abilities to SOME degree, it's nothing like any PRIOR hired work. In all actuality, Byleth feels like a CAGED bird here. But.... there are other things here that she's never had a chance to do before. Engage with people her age. Have a gauranteed roof over her head. Byleth doesn't have to worry about food or shelter. Despite feeling as if her hand was forced in the situation, it doesn't FEEL that bad.

—– ;     STRANGELY, it almost feels as though she's able to peer into a different kind of life she never had. Albeit there are many times Byleth feels AWKWARD && almost as if she doesn't belong. The people && students here are ernest && kind. && there seems to be a never-ending pool of curiosity by everybody. Sometimes overwhelming, sure, but NEVER suffocating. 

✉️ ; [ @riveasperity​​​ — .brother ] 

“ BBear. Care to pass the salt? ” Was he purposefully using a shortened version of her childhood nickname, yes indeed he was. Granted he usually would just reach across the table for what he needed, regardless of how it made him look. Being in a monastery full of nobles however is the only thing that made Byleth show some semblance of manners. Lest he end up getting some unneeded words later on by someone. : )

unprompted. │ always accepting

⚜ ; [  D I V I N I T Y  ] —–     BODY STILLED AT the sound of the name that came from beloved sibling’s mouth .  ( ah , w h a t ? )  had caught her JUST as she was about the take bite of own food. HUNGRY was the elder twin ,  yet the ANGER that had begun to boil within seemed to make any other feeling DISSOLVE away .  only took mere moments to REGISTER the words ,  but the use of the NAME was what got to the young woman the most.  

          ❝ s a l t ... ? ❞

—– ;     UTENSIL lowered as gaze blinked .  sought out condiment that brother had so KINDLY requested .  upon finding it ,  nimble fingers gently reached for && TOOK it carefully from the table. Quiet was she in STANDING -- stayed there for a SINGLE moment longer ,  lingering -- holding the item in both hands .  the twin wanted the salt passed ?  well he would very much receive the salt .  ( perhaps more than what he bargained for ) but who was SHE to keep him from it ?

          ❝ here . ❞

—– ;     LEANED over table for the other .  unlike the other ( where he often practiced manners with the nobles ) ,  SHE had no care in them -- not when it came to a brother && best friend .  Even went so far as to poor the salt for him ,  but far MORE than what was asked .  cap had been UNSCREWED off ;  grains POURED heavily atop the other’s food . ( really now it was probably now more salt than meal at this point ) the GLARE coming from her now made it CLEAR that she was not happy.

          ❝ is that enough ... ?   brother ? ❞

In the past 5 hours ,  i have done the following :  make my fucking life MISERABLE . no really though .....  i’ve made a monochrome colour base in photoscape for byleth ;  have made 2 PSDs for her in photoshop ;  and make an icon border in affinity photo.

have i done anything else ?  no .

things still left to do :  bio ;  icons ;  tags / mains ;  2 asks for her twin