arci.
Stoppled playing the game to draw my FE yaoi
/lh
Since my art acc got yeeted on here recently, I am posting it here for at least y‘all to see 🙂↕️♥️
it’s terribly rude to enjoy those without offering any.”
Dietrich approaches at an easy pace with his hands tucked behind his back.
His gaze drifts toward the horizon for a moment, catching the last streaks of sunlight across the water.
Dietrich had not meant to disturb her.
In fact, he had nearly turned around the moment he spotted Esmeralda sitting alone by the shore. Solitude was a rare enough luxury in House Lamine without someone barging into it uninvited.
Then he notices the pastries.
„..You know, —
None of the other members of House Lamine were around. Esmeralda sat by herself looking at the sunset near the shore, snacking on some coffee pastries.
It was far from good as the beautiful scenery near the coast, but this would do... She missed the open sea.
@FLEUGELLED before returning to her. A soft sigh escapes him then.
„So that is the ‘home’ you meant. You’re from Fódlan. That makes this conversation considerably more interesting.”
Dietrich tilts his head.
„My sister. She is in Fódlan. I should be too, although given the circumstances —
@bronzedvisage incredibly important thing they have decided to explain.”
The grin returns, albeit light.
„Whether that makes me good with children is for you to decide then.“
@bronzedvisage Still, his gaze drops back to the toys, lingering there for a moment. Something in his expression softens.
„As for children…” He considers it with surprising seriousness. „I’m good enough with them, I suppose. They tend to appreciate anyone willing to listen to whatever —
@FLEUGELLED seems forgiving.
„But you needn’t look so guilty about it. If seeing me makes this place feel a little less foreign to you…”
His shoulders lift in an easy shrug.
„There are worse reasons to stare.”
@FLEUGELLED at his hip.
„Well. I suppose I’ve been compared to worse things. Though now you’ve made me curious what sort of place produces faces like mine.”
He gives her another once-over, taking in the hood and battered cloak beneath a sun that hardly —