[attr="class","freiwantttop"]SOLID PUNCH KIND OF EYES

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[attr="class","freiwanttmid"]CHARACTER FACTION league

[attr="class","freiwanttmid"]CHARACTER RANK civilian

[attr="class","freiwanttmid"]FACE CLAIM edelgard // fire emblem

[attr="class","freiwantttop"]ABOUT THE CHARACTER

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dark indigos and achy grays / slow rolling fog / tucking loose hair behind an ear / ornate, dusty bannisters / nervous tics / hollow stares / the flicker of a waning flame / phantom touch / hiding in your room / whispered vows of dedication / oil stains from missing picture frames / biting lips / becoming the misplaced object / a sentinel heart / watching the rain fall / storming home / slamming doors / screaming into pillows / angry naps / wine drunk bubble baths / breaking glass / tiny regrets / wistful sighs / “this face mask will solve everything" / unspoken apologies / second-guessing your anger / watching out the window / second wind rage / the bruise of never letting go
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intuitive, distrusting, short-tempered, beguiling, skeptical, bratty, hot-and-cold, unexpectedly kind, protective, blunt, guarded, situationally charming, social chameleon, lonely[break][break]
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at a glance, in passing, or through a window- At a stride, one will note the slight limp to her step (the annoyingly persistent remnants of a years old injury, and it tastes bitter on her tongue,) but if one is wise, they will know better than to ask or assume assistance is needed. She is quite efficient on her own, thank you very much. And no, just because she is a neat, even 5’ does not mean she would like you to hand her the tin from the top shelf. Pale, porcelain skin and a heart-shaped babyface belie the iron constructed in her bones and the steel in her will. Worsened by wide eyes framed with dark lashes, and a carefully constructed smile. Cute is not kind, small is not defenseless. Not all placid lake surfaces are safe under the water. [break][break]
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When you tumble into life with no one else but your other half, it might make you a bit protective. Twin sister to Kieran Roth, and the elder of the two, she would like you to know. There is this expectancy and assumption that she is small and soft and fragile, but for as long as she can remember, she has been the one picking Kier up off, or kicking shins and stomping toes. Anything soft has been burned away and sheeted over with dense layers of ice. Kier keeps her warm, though. Reminds her that when she shuts everything out, she’s only left with the cool gloom of lonely, but it’s not like she needs people. Fleeing Kanto confirmed this, but it’s not like they had anybody else before that, either. Kieran gives his heart away and he hurts for it. She’d much rather keep hers because at least then she’s only hurting herself. This is okay, this is okay, this is okay.[break][break]

She has paths to forge and places to go, anyway. Smiles can be painted and warmth can be superficial. Frost always follows the summer, after all.
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