#byleth.

His warmth bursting inside her is all it takes to push her over the edge. Her release is powerful and she all but collapses down on top of him, catching her breath as the soft, hazy warmth spreads throughout her body. It won't be the last time that happens tonight; as insatiable as Felix can get, she's not very different herself - not when they're together, at least. With a content hum, she's rolling on to her side and curling up against him. She'll be sore tomorrow if they keep going, but it's something she craves, just like she craves the day when she'll be able to return with him to Fraldarius for good, and they won't have to go so many weeks and months without each other's company.

She didn't marry Felix just to count the number of times she saw him per year on two hands, after all. For a while she laid beside him, eyes closed, focused only on his touch over her skin.

Vaguely, she had the thought that they should probably clean up a bit before continuing, but then again... They'd just need to change the sheets again before too long anyway. But she wouldn't mind kissing him a bit more first -- soft and gentle, her body pressed up against his, still lax and loose after she came.

[ DEVASTATION ]:     sender arrives on scene to find the receiver, having recently lost control of their abilities, surrounded by the consequences. ( i.e. telekinetics surrounded by broken objects, pyrokinetics surrounded by scorched buildings etc. )

           kronya is dead. but at what cost? all blyeth knew is she came the closest she’s ever been to losing her father. something opened a floodgate of emotions when she realized that her untouchable father… wasn’t. wasn’t only because some dishonorable enemy decided to strike in the worst way. a poisoned blade, she’d been told. it was a miracle he was alive, wasn’t it? 

           then… solon snatched the moment away from her. she could only watch in confusion as he ripped kronya open. a darkness soon surrounded them. she felt weighed down… heavy. like she’s sinking into the ground. black & purple magic swirled around her.

            it takes only a few moments of bantering with sothis before the goddess has an answer. a solution. after merging with sothis… as she reentered this plain of existence… her hair seemed to float around her, her eyes burned with rage as she looked at solon. oh, they wanted to trap her? well, they did.

           & it failed. because she’s stronger than they could have ever realized. as her feet touch the ground, magic burned at the ground… leaving only scorch marks where she stood.

            when it’s over & solon has retreated… she can only turn slowly to meet the gaze of her father — just now getting on scene. she has new eyes. new hair. everyone on the battlefield can only stare.

           she drops her sword. then she joins it on the ground. her knees hit the scorched grass. weak. she feels like she needs to rest. because whatever that was was different than anything she’d ever experienced. before her eyes close, she can see both her father & claude run toward her.

stolen from @svnsworn​

bold  =  applies.   italic  =  sometimes applies.   strike  =  actively prefers not that.   no emphasis  =  neutral

byleth does a lot of her communication via touch or gesture.  she’ll walk up and put her arms around their waist or if they’re sitting,  her hands on their shoulders,  or just a full on hug-from-behind.  she likes to hold hands and lean against her person.  lots of hugs once they reach that point.  once close enough with someone,  byleth is very much comfortable with touch and can definitely be touchy-feely about it.  and of course,  kisses.  gentle touches to their cheek/face.  in fact,  she’s probably more likely to say it this way instead of saying it out loud,  though if she’s with someone who needs to hear it out loud,  she’ll absolutely make the effort.  and it’s not that she never says it out loud....  it’s just more natural for her to physically go over and initiate touch.

she would also do tasks or errands that she knows need doing if her person is particularly stressed:  taking out the trash,  cleaning the kitchen,  organizing paperwork,  putting clothes away,  etc.  things no one likes doing that could really just make your day worse if you forget to do it.