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character: dedue_molinaro_(timeskip), mercedes_von_martritz_(timeskip), copyright: fire_emblem, fire_emblem:_three_houses 2girls, 1boy, couple, mercedes_von_martritz_(timeskip), short blonde hair, blue eyes, hair bow, earrings, jewelry, hair ornament, long-sleeved dress, frilled dress, veil headpiece, bowtie, dedue_molinaro_(timeskip), white hair, slicked-back short ponytail, green eyes, dark skin, armor, breastplate, pauldrons, shoulder armor, gauntlets, blue cape, blue scarf, tassel, patterned clothing, winter, snowfall, church, garden, snow-covered garden, stone arch, cloister, standing, from side, profile, close-up, arm in arm, leaning together, looking at another, light smile, half-closed eyes, breath fog, bare ears, unadorned hair, no hat, no beret Side view, close-up at chest height: the two of them stand arm in arm under a stone church cloister that opens onto a snow-buried garden. The camera sits at their left, so the archway's grey pier frames them on the far side and the garden recedes beyond it in a single unbroken sheet of snow. She stands on the near side of him, her right forearm hooked through his left, her gloved hand resting flat on the cold steel of his forearm guard; her weight settles on her near hip, her far shoulder leaning in against his pauldron so that the blue cape bunches and creases between them. Her short blonde hair is swept back from her temple by the wind and stays swept, the small bow at the back of her head pulled taut; a long veil of pale lace hangs from the headpiece and drags slightly sideways over her shoulder, its edge furred with a thin line of caught snow. Her frilled collar and bowtie sit high at her throat, her long sleeves buttoned to the wrist, and both her ears hang bare and unadorned with nothing at the throat but the bowtie's knot. She turns her face up toward him in profile, chin lifted, eyes half closed under a faint closed-lip smile that curves higher on the near side; between her parted lips a thin thread of breath mist escapes and dissolves. He faces her, squarely turned, head tipped down to her, the short white ponytail at the back of his skull darkening where wet snow has melted into it and the slicked-back front holding its comb lines. His green eyes are on her face, lids lowered, the corner of his mouth pulled just slightly; his jaw is set against the cold. The breastplate and pauldrons carry a fine dusting of snow on every upward-facing plane -- shoulders, the flat of the shoulder plates, the crest of the breastplate -- and none on the vertical faces, which stay dark and beaded with meltwater. The blue scarf is wound up over his collar, one tasseled end flipped across his chest by the wind; the patterned cloth at his waist shows beneath the cape's edge, and the cape itself hangs heavy and damp at the hem. The light is a flat winter overcast, sourceless and cool, pressing down through the open side of the cloister; the only warm note is the faint ochre of old stone in the arch's inner shadow. The snow field beyond reads brighter than the sky, and the two of them throw no hard shadow at all, only a soft blue stain on the flagstones at their feet, where their boots have broken the crust and left two dark prints each. Their joined arms and the thin fog of their breathing are the only motion. Quiet, tender.
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#ผิวเข้ม#ผมสีขาว#ไฟร์เอมเบลม
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character: dedue_molinaro_\(timeskip\), character: mercedes_von_martritz_\(timeskip\), A medium shot from a side-angle captures Dedue Molinaro, Mercedes von Martritz, and their six-year-old daughter gathered around a crackling campfire in a snowy winter forest. Dedue, a tall, dark-skinned man with short grey hair and blue eyes, wears heavy armor with fur trim, sitting cross-legged with his large hands warming by the fire. Mercedes, with short blonde hair and blue eyes, wears a modest long-sleeved dress, a veil, and a hat, sitting close to Dedue with her hand resting gently on his arm. Between them is their young daughter, featuring Dedue's dark skin and blue eyes paired with Mercedes' blonde hair, wrapped in a thick wool cloak and clutching a small wooden toy with both hands. They are positioned beside a partially frozen river with ice crystals clinging to the banks. The surrounding environment is a dense forest of snow-laden pine trees under a dim, overcast winter sky. The scene is illuminated by the warm, flickering orange glow of the campfire, contrasting with the cool blue and white tones of the snowy landscape, evoking a cozy and peaceful family atmosphere.
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#ผิวเข้ม#กลางแจ้ง#ครอบครัว
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character: dedue_molinaro_(timeskip), mercedes_von_martritz_(timeskip), copyright: fire_emblem, fire_emblem:_three_houses 2girls, 1boy, male and female, couple, church interior, winter, snow, stained glass windows, stone arches, high ceiling, cold light, Mercedes von Martritz (timeskip), Dedue Molinaro (timeskip), short blonde hair, blue eyes, black bow headband, earrings, blue and white dress with frills, long sleeves, bowtie, veil, white hair, short ponytail, slicked-back hair, green eyes, dark skin, black armor, breastplate, pauldrons, blue scarf, blue cape, gauntlets, from side, cowboy shot, standing, holding hands, looking at each other, faint smile, breath fog, warm brazier glow, snow through broken window The scene is viewed from the side in a cowboy shot, two figures standing close together inside a cold stone church nave in winter. Dedue stands on the left, tall and broad, body angled toward Mercedes, weight settled on his back leg with his left boot forward on the flagstones; his left arm hangs at his side, his right hand closes around Mercedes's left hand at hip height, gauntleted fingers curled carefully around her bare fingers. His dark-skinned face turns down toward her, green eyes fixed on her face, his breath leaving a thin fog that drifts and dissolves in the cold air. The heavy breastplate and layered pauldrons sit on his shoulders with the blue scarf bunched at his throat, the tattered blue cape falling behind him and its hem dragging a little on the stone floor; his white hair is slicked back into a short ponytail at the nape, a few strands loosened by the damp cold. Mercedes stands at his right, her short blonde hair catching the light at the crown, the black bow headband set slightly behind her temples, small earrings at both lobes and the pale veil falling from the back of her head over her shoulders. She wears the blue and white dress, long sleeves, frilled hem, a bowtie at the collar; her body angles toward Dedue, weight on her right hip, her left hand held in his, her right hand resting flat against the cold steel of his breastplate just below the scarf. Her chin lifts and her blue eyes look up into his face, her lips parted in a faint closed-mouth smile, her own breath visible. Behind them the church opens up: rows of stone columns and pointed arches receding, a tall stained-glass window high on the wall with its leading visible and snow packed against the outer sill, a scatter of snow blown in through a broken pane lying in a thin drift across the flagstones near the column bases. A single iron brazier stands to the right of the pair, its coals the only warm light source, throwing orange light up the side of Mercedes's face and the edge of Dedue's breastplate and casting a long soft shadow of the two of them across the floor toward the left; the rest of the nave recedes into cold blue-grey shadow lit weakly by the window's daylight. Where the brazier's heat reaches them, the frost on Dedue's pauldron has melted to a wet sheen and run in a thin line down the steel, while the unlit outer edge stays rimed white. Palette: deep blue, cold grey stone, and the orange of the coals, with Mercedes's blonde and the white snow as the brightest notes. Quiet, tender.
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#Dedue Molinaro#Mercedes von Martritz

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