#i don't imagine byleth has much of a varied wardrobe

[iturbide]

if you're still looking for prompts? maybe 25 for byleth and sothis. i feel like here are several things she would miss about having a physical body, even the very small things.

I’m going to be open for prompts for a long time no worries there

25. Wearing clothes in their favorite color.

“Must you always wear that old thing?”

Byleth paused, smoothing the charcoal grey tunic and searching for any obvious signs of wear.  They hadn’t been in anywhere near as many battles of late, with this new teaching appointment, and it had been practically new when they came to the aid of those students, it couldn’t be in that bad of shape yet…

“Don’t make that face!  You know what I mean.  You always wear the same thing, every day, morning to nightfall.  It’s so boring!”

They glanced over their shoulder at the figure only they could see.  Sothis watched them from where she floated by the windows, arms folded over her chest and ankles crossed.  they signed, shrugging helplessly.

“Do you never tire of wearing that?  If I had a body, I would wear something different every day,” she sighed, ruffling her skirt.  “Things in cream and aquamarine, indigo and silver, violet and gold…beautiful things, wonderful things…”

Byleth looked down again at their simple clothes: black boots, grey trousers and tunic with faded red accents…they had yet to don their cloak and armor, but even that was only black wool and steel.  Functional, but plain.  All their clothes had been like that, as far back as they could remember: simple, unadorned…utilitarian was the word Manuela had used.

Kneeling down by the simple dresser, Byleth began to pick through their limited belongings.  A few more shirts, tunics, and pants, all dark or undyed, barely enough to fill even one drawer.  Closing it, they moved to the wardrobe, pulling open the doors and sighing as they tugged the cloak aside…

They paused, tilting their head as they reached for an unfamiliar garment.  Had it always been there?  Something left behind by the last occupant of their room, or perhaps something that the Archbishop had left for more formal occasions (though Byleth wasn’t much good with those).  The cut and color both reminded him of the Knights of Seiros, something Alois or Catherine might wear, but accented with dark blue and gold in place of the Knights’ red and bronze, and lacking any trace of the Seiros crest.

“Hm?  What’s that?”

Byleth shrugged, removing their usual garments and donning the unfamiliar clothes.  The fit wasn’t quite right, but it still felt comfortable enough, moving easily with them when they stretched…and as they turned to Sothis, spreading their arms in silent question, she moved closer, floating around them with an expression somewhere between appraising and wondering. 

“How lovely…”

She was smiling as she drifted back into their view, her folded hands pressed to her chin.  “Why have you never worn this one?”

Byleth signed back.

“You should wear more things like it,” she mused, floating around them a second time.  “Perhaps spend some of those funds you get on more to wear.”

Byleth protested. 

“Oh, that would be wonderful!” she agreed.  “Could I pick something out?”

They grinned as she draped over their shoulder.  they nodded – and her beaming smile made the unfamiliar clothes feel like a perfect fit.

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