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My Blood MC for @fell-star-if

unprompted // UH. ACCEPTING? 

This was definitely not what she was expecting to hear upon opening the door to her room, and she’s confused for a moment to actually process the request—a blank stare at his face before giving him a once-over. There’s another moment where she only looks at his legs, head tilting slightly as if to consider something before she leaves him at the door to actually grab a pair.                                                         “I only have a second one.                                                                                              Careful not to rip it.”                   Or stretch it, or ... anything. He is taller than her by a good few inches, after all, and for some unknown reason, she actually likes these stockings.

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     HIS HEAD PERKED up, curiosity evident in his expression. he froze, waiting for the punchline–––– because surely this had to be some kind of joke, some kind of attempt to rub it in that the servant had never been taught to read, it would have been far from the first time someone had tried to put him down in such a way–––– but, one never came. byleth’s eyes showed no mirth, no sign that this was some kind of quip at cyril’s expense. he was being honest.

     ❝ you aren’t? ❞

     he was far from an expert on mercenaries, but he could remember well his time in the army, where schooling wasn’t exactly put in the forefront of anyone’s agenda. strength, agility, steeling themselves–––– those were their lessons and the battlefield was their classroom. if byleth’s life had once been similar, then it was no wonder they shared this lack of a skill.

     ❝ i just thought you’d be pretty good at it, since you’re a professor ‘n all. ❞

     he had judged without knowing and made a mistake. it wasn’t the first time and he knew far from the last. cyril tried to remember a time where byleth had stumbled over a word or struggled to write something on the board, but he couldn’t. or if he had, cyril had never noticed, not when byleth always seemed to wear a mask of indifference and calculation. if he’d made a mistake he had covered it well.

     even knowing that, it was weird how hopeful he felt. that maybe, someday down the line, no one would know he had ever been unable to read. one day he could be in a similar position as the professor’s. lecturing, reading, writing with no visible difficulty.  the excitement that welled up at the thought was strong, and his smile could no longer be hidden.

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