jeralt: so youre at a dinner, a fancy one, and youve just sat down to eat. what utensil do you grab first
byleth: ....? [holds up sword]
jeralt: right! good job kid [tosses them a fish]
byleth: [swallows it whole like a penguin]
@typicalvice @bubbycrimes i blacked out reading his character description when i wad 9 or whatever i imagined him as like shirley temple but a boy and mean
anyway [imagines my 200k word postwar sylvain fic where he solves territory disputes at the northern border and weighs sovereignty vs. imperial allegience and has no emotional confidants bc felix is dead and faerghus has collapsed] ahhhhh