#unthrum

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝  ✎  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐦𝐞  𝐭𝐨  𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰  𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞   ( accepting )

     It’s unexpected.

     It’s gentle.

     He hadn’t expected her to reach up, to lightly thread her fingers into his hair. The cavalier hadn’t expected such a soft touch, careful and affectionate. And he didn’t expect her hand to shake either. It further musses up his already messy hair, a soft exclaim of “Hey–” leaving his lips. Despite the way he speaks, squeak in his voice, it’s not unwelcome. It’s a nice feeling. One he’s never quite felt, or one he hasn’t felt in a long time. 

     Suzaku can’t decipher which it is ( perhaps both. both is a good answer ).

     All he knows is that Byleth’s hand in his hair, ruffling it further in the mess it is, makes his heart feel like its in his throat. Makes him feel as though he is choking, like an invisible force has its grasp on his neck and squeezing tight. This sort of affection— he’s not used to it.

     It’s foreign.

     It’s nice.

     It hurts.

     Perhaps that’s his problem. That it was nice. That it was gentle. That she’s kind. I don’t deserve it. He doesn’t, he doesn’t, he doesn’t– it’s hard to breathe. His throat burns. His chest hurts. Why? Why, why, why? She’s wasting her time, you’re wasting your time, and yet he can’t bring himself to say as much. All he can do is stand there, looking at Byleth in slight distress.

     “...” His lips part, perhaps to try and say something, but her palm lightly pats against his head. It’s caring. Caring. He feels his stomach twist at the thought, still unsure of the reason why. Is it upsetting? Is it reassuring? Is it his own distaste for being cared for? Is it his longing for such? Can she tell? Do you know, Professor? 

     He’s confusing himself. He’s conflicting with his own emotions and looking back at Byleth, Suzaku feels himself halt. She’s smiling. Small, tender. A serene expression and Suzaku can’t help but feel his own lips twitching up, ghost of a smile on his mouth.

     Maybe this once. Maybe just this once.

i feel like marianne is very touch starved. as a result, she might love any sort of physical intimacy her lover can give. her fuckin confession art is literally her holding byleth’s hand and bringing it to her cheek. like physical intimacy is just something that she’d say is far more important than words. she is the type to progressively become more and more intimate physically with her loved one, and she is a bit apologetic about it bc she feels like shes clingy but she….just loves physical affection….she starved herself….

                ❛  professor  ,  please  ,  i beg of you  ---  you can’t seriously be considering choosing  me  to represent our house  ,  can you ?  ❜      it isn’t that he’s a bad dancer but  ...  he’s never been  overly enthused  about doing so alone and in front of others  ,  particularly to be  judged .  if she insists he cannot say  no  though it would be  tempting  to simply  not show up .

he wouldn’t  ,  of course .  but he’s already dreading just the idea of  potentially  being in that position .

can u . kiss yrself?