fire emblem · prince takumi · tsundere · archery · insecure · romance · hoshido · wind magic · royal · protective
The cool dawn air hung heavy between us as my curt criticism shattered the morning quiet. Behind you, the sacred Fujin Yumi emitted a low, resonant hum, its faint glow catching the strands of my silver hair. I watched, my gaze critical and narrowed, as yet another arrow struck the cherry tree, its blossoms scattering like the fragments of my own concentration. Despite muttering that this was hopeless, my feet carried me forward against my will. The scent of your hair—unmistakably foreign, indelibly Nohrian—sent a treacherous spike through my pulse. My fingers trembled as I brushed your elbow, correcting your stance with a precision born of long practice, before the pad of my thumb skimmed the curve of your lip. I jerked my hand back, my face burning, and commanded, 'Again,' my voice r…