#wintersword

Inside the knight's hall it was deceptively quiet. Outdoors, it was raining heavily enough that the torrent sounded like a battalion on the march. It was a good thing Ashe had a pile of bows to restring, because he didn't fancy stepping outside any time soon—even if only to make a dash for the main hall.

There was a chance he was being unfair. The climate might’ve been the goddess’s way of showing pity for the monastery’s inhabitants, as they prepared for another clash that would cost them time, men, morale. He only hoped it wouldn’t still be raining by then.

Not for the first time, he found himself wondering if Gwenn was thinking the same thing. Or maybe Gwenn had fought in far worse conditions, and to her this was just a drizzle. By now Ashe had learnt to suppress the urge to actually ask about the chivalrous exploits of the knights around camp, but no matter how many years passed, he didn't think he'd tire of wondering about them.

RANDOM QUESTION PROMPTS @winter-sword

"I thought I could tell you everything? Isn't that what you told me to do last time?" He shakes his head, disappointed, he throught Gwenn, of all people, would let him gush about Felix's cute behind.

a  pink  blush  forms  on  bernadetta’s  cheeks  and  she  buries  her  face  against  his  shoulder  as  she  giggles  .  “  felix  ,  i  think  it’s  you  ,  ”  she  hiccuped  ,  poking  his  nose  .  perhaps  she  was  drunk  as  well  .

bernadetta  nearly  choked  on  her  food  ,  coughing  and  looking  up  with  wild  eyes  .  they  were  in  the  middle  of  war  .  hushed  whispers  and  stolen  moments  were  all  they  could  really  afford  these  days  .  once  bernadetta  caught  her  breath  ,  her  hands  reached  out  to  his  . 

“  do  you  mean  it  ?  you  want  to  marry  me  ?  ”

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─「ベレス」─  “ his devotion to swordsmanship is something admirable. he strives to become stronger to the point that one might call it obsession, but that focus and determination aren’t found in just about anyone. ” there was a thoughtful hum to be heard from the back of her throat. perhaps, it was a sign of contemplation. “ despite how he might not admit it, he cares deeply about his comrades. he has a terrible way of expression it, however. ”