(It's all he's heard since the moment he arrived in Fodlan. From the moment he was snuck across the mountains, through Fodlan's Locket, and all the way to Garreg Mach. Though, he suspects others might think otherwise. He can't imagine Byleth thinking those things to begin with. He suspects more would change their minds if only they knew... He's seen Hilda and Lysithea talk to Cyril, give him a chance, and treat him like they would any other person.
Dorothea is the first person he's ever actually heard, though. And it makes his heartbeat in his chest, do turns and spins, filling him with a rush of emotion all the way through.
And he can only act like he doesn't care.
The song ends and he wishes he could ask to hear it again.
But he has to keep up his act.
Her back turned towards him, he watches her. When he invited her to join the Golden Deer, he never would have expected this. He knew she was bright; she wouldn't have gotten into Garreg Mach if she hadn't studied hard for it. She wouldn't have been able to last here as long as she did if she wasn't clever in more ways than one. While he certainly can't pretend to know everything about her, he knows her early life wasn't a kind one and he knows that can darken most people's views and yet...
He's seen her many times since she'd join the Golden Deer. But right now she looks... different. Something has changed. It's like his vision of her has become more clear. She's always been beautiful, he thinks, and who wouldn't want to share company with a renowned actress and singer? But what else does she think? What else would she say? He wants to know.
Ah, now he's just staring. A little too hard, perhaps, and he rolls his neck, stretching as he sits up straight and seems to consider her invitation. He gives her a coy smile,)
Are you sure? People might talk if they see me going to your room, you know.
(He doesn't care what they say about him. Goddess knows, they have plenty to say already. But it isn't fair for the people he associates with. He always has to warn them.)
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I've never heard anyone say otherwise.
(It's all he's heard since the moment he arrived in Fodlan. From the moment he was snuck across the mountains, through Fodlan's Locket, and all the way to Garreg Mach. Though, he suspects others might think otherwise. He can't imagine Byleth thinking those things to begin with. He suspects more would change their minds if only they knew... He's seen Hilda and Lysithea talk to Cyril, give him a chance, and treat him like they would any other person.
Dorothea is the first person he's ever actually heard, though. And it makes his heartbeat in his chest, do turns and spins, filling him with a rush of emotion all the way through.
And he can only act like he doesn't care.
The song ends and he wishes he could ask to hear it again.
But he has to keep up his act.
Her back turned towards him, he watches her. When he invited her to join the Golden Deer, he never would have expected this. He knew she was bright; she wouldn't have gotten into Garreg Mach if she hadn't studied hard for it. She wouldn't have been able to last here as long as she did if she wasn't clever in more ways than one. While he certainly can't pretend to know everything about her, he knows her early life wasn't a kind one and he knows that can darken most people's views and yet...
He's seen her many times since she'd join the Golden Deer. But right now she looks... different. Something has changed. It's like his vision of her has become more clear. She's always been beautiful, he thinks, and who wouldn't want to share company with a renowned actress and singer? But what else does she think? What else would she say? He wants to know.
Ah, now he's just staring. A little too hard, perhaps, and he rolls his neck, stretching as he sits up straight and seems to consider her invitation. He gives her a coy smile,)
Are you sure? People might talk if they see me going to your room, you know.
(He doesn't care what they say about him. Goddess knows, they have plenty to say already. But it isn't fair for the people he associates with. He always has to warn them.)