𝓔𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝘐 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

´´ . . . ´´ Where did the nerves come from?! Ah-!! ´´ W-Well, well... I'm finished. I'm sorry if it's not very detailed, but I tried! ´´ In his hands was. . . a wooden -snowflake-

⠀ Her initial reaction left him starry — eyed, his chest overflowing with happiness. Just seeing her this happy made him flash the brightest smile without realizing it. Until that smile slowly faded away, developing into concern, his brows rising. However, it didn't ➤ ⠀

⠀ with lighter frills that decorated each side. A different piece of clothing from her usual wardrobe selections. ❛⠀Emilia — tan always wears white, and she looks so cute in it .ᐟ But black brings out a deeper kind of beauty, so I thought I'd make this. ~ ☆⠀❜ ⠀

i don't care how strong you are. i don't care how fast you are. i can see the future... you don't live to see tomorrow.

⠀ He smiled back, a soft chuckle escaping him, but quickly resumed his work afterwards. If he were to keep staring at her, he would be distracted big time .ᐟ ❛⠀You'll love it, I promise .ᐟ⠀❜ His sewing skills were known to be phenomenal, so he took it upon ➤ ⠀

He smiled to her again before slowly putting his hand back to his side “Well… it was really nice meeting you Emilia, and sharing food with you! If I’m lucky, I’ll catch you later okay?”

“Yeah!!” He enthusiastically raised his fist into the air “Victoryyyyyy!!”