“I haven’t lost a duel yet. I just needed another second to think.”
“我还没有输过一场决斗,我只是需要再考虑一下”
If Prez was as expressive with her emotions as the average teenager, Claude knew for a fact that she would’ve been pouting. He imagined her with a furrowed brow and puffed cheeks and- hmm, that would be very cute, wouldn’t it? It is because of this line of thought that he assumed no responsibility for his lack of tact when he said, “I know.”
如果 Prez 能像普通青少年一样表达自己的情绪 Claude 肯定知道她会撅嘴的。他想象她皱着眉头,鼓着腮帮子,嗯,那会很可爱,不是吗?正是因为这样的想法,他才没有为自己说“我知道”时的不圆滑承担任何责任
好萌哦average teenager这个说法
“I,” Byleth tries to find the words of what he wants, this feeling inside of him that never completely goes away when he’s with Linhardt. It’s not the kind of feeling that comes with victory; it’s not heightened emotions of joy or the roars of the crowd. It’s butterbeer light on his tongue, a quiet kind of realization, the opening of eyes upon waking and the steady warmth of sunlight.
“我,”拜勒斯试图找到他想要的话,这种感觉在他心里永远不会完全消失,当他与林哈尔特。它不是那种伴随着胜利而来的感觉; 它不是高涨的喜悦情绪或人群的咆哮。他的舌头上有黄油啤酒般的光芒,一种安静的领悟,醒来时睁开的眼睛和阳光的稳定温暖。
😭我草,写太好了
涌现出的是你我共同的回忆