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dimi’s hands but with some pretty unpleasant burn scars from duscur and that’s why he always has them covered 🥺
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Guess who’s my new son.
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claude: gives him cheese. gives him cheese. gives him cheese. gives him cheese. gives him ch
and, in that moment, dimitri knows claude is in fact his soulmate
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when sylvain is the only one who can drive
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when you try so hard, get so far, but in the end it doesn’t even matter
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jinruinokibo:
❛ … WELL, I’m sure whatever gossip goes around will come back to you either way. Besides, we were just talking about the trouble that you caused in the first place ! ❜
“Clairvoyance does have its uses when it comes to staying up to date on the latest gossip, yes. Though, admittedly I’m not half as bad as that man makes me out to be.”
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nishkach:
“the shortcomings of a human, even if I had some magic left I doubt it would be enough for anything” all he had left was his one last trick. “no, I could summon another 72 demons, or even 700, none would be like you.” a solitary flower that none could really understand. there’s a certain sadness to that, one he isn’t sure merlin would even appreciate. “oh no, you are a sheep, through and through, just look at yourself.” he gently catches one of merlin’s locks between his fingers “even a wolf would be terrified of you.”
“Nothing at all.” Because in the end that had been the nature of Solomon’s wish; to run from what he was, what he might be, and become this. This man. Was it better? Perhaps. Merlin certainly didn’t know, even after all this time considering. He doubted he ever would, a notion fine enough as hair was claimed.
Laugh sounded, gentle cadence that it was. “Animals don’t fear me. I’m not human. I don’t kill them.”
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jinruinokibo replied to your post: “Do you ever get the feeling people are talking...
yes totally
“I’m very flattered! Though, I would much prefer you talk to me than about me, as charming as it is to be causing a stir~”
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nishkach:
“my knowledge didn’t leave me.” but his magic did, which might as well be the same as tying his hands up, blindfolding him and then telling him to diagnose a human. cheeks quickly darken and he averts his gaze “that is not what I said, you are pretty… but it’s too much of a simple word to describe you.”
“But your capacity to do anything with it did. And I am not like the demons you are used to.” More human, and in being so less human. A quandary, and not one he would allow doctor to unpick. “We are an alluring type though, no? A wolf in sheep’s clothing~”
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“Do you ever get the feeling people are talking about you--?”
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nishkach:
“yes well.. true. though I would like to properly check on that theory but you still won’t allow me to do so, right?” what a shame. being a doctor and not being allowed to look after the merlin. “don’t sell yourself short, I said beautiful, not pretty.”
“With all due respect your a doctor of humans, not demons~” Perhaps Solomon might have been of use, all things considered, but the man before him was resoundingly human. “So you don’t think I’m pretty? I’m hurt!”
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nishkach:
@iuncta replied: :)
“you are technically alive and therefor not a caster…” right, good start. he needs to come up with further excuses and denial “you’re also very beautiful.”
“Technically alive? Last I checked I was entirely alive, Romani.” Though he supposed he hadn’t checked in the last several days, so perhaps something had changed on that front! “How flattering! You think I’m pretty~”
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sylvain's pretty sure he's beaten felix & the rest at waking up this time around. what a proud feat for the heir of gautier-- but true joy comes not in that, but in the freshly made dish he pushes to dimitri. " gautier cheese gratin, majesty, " he says, & smiles at him. " thought you might want a little pick-me-up or something, nevermind the taste. i promise it's made with love, as a margrave & as your friend."
He rises early, as he always does– in the wee hours of the morning before the birds stir, before even the sun sets itself to rise he can be found training, toiling through books, or as is case today huddled in great dining hall with steaming mug between gauntlet clad hands. A tether to reality, warm and homely in this place which was neither of those things to a person who’d given up hope on earnestly having either again.
Duty was a noose, one that would choke him in the end.
But if one knew where to look they might always find a light, and perhaps Dimitri did not search any longer, but Sylvain was a persistent sort. Hard to miss. Forceful in the kindest of ways, and far, far more earnest than many seemed to see. Dimitri supposed that was what masks were for. At least Sylvain’s was more tasteful than his own, or merely hiding something far, far less ugly than his own.
The familiar smell catches him, drawing attention in slow blink as shadow casts eyes meet elder’s who are not so different. A kind gesture– more than he deserved– that tugged at his shattered heart until fractions grated, until he ached with it as food was pushed before him. He feels stinging at corner of eyes until he blinked, until he swallowed thickly and offered a smile which was near painfully earnest.
“A friend should call me ‘Dimitri’,” is the soft tease he offered, incline of head in hope that Sylvain might sit. Might join him. “And a friend would join me in sharing such a gift.” Though he was certain that was not Sylvain’s intent. Even so smile does not leave, awkward tinge casting cheeks a soft pink.
Open kindness was not a thing he truly knew what to do with, not now, not since then.
“I… thank you. Sylvain, truly, you did not need to go to this trouble for me…” But he had, and so Dimitri bows his head in gratitude to his friend.
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crestwills:
@iuncta.
“ your highness . ” his voice is still gentle , if not a bit exasperated . since his arrival at the great bridge , he has been swept into the arms of grief , of joy , & most of all ─ confusion . when did they all get so tall ? “ i assure you , you have no need to help me so often . especially with such … trivial things . ”
of which currently include : sweeping the shelves of choir books in the crumbling cathedral . truly , a simple task given by the professor ─ if it didn ’ t require finding a chair to stand on ─ that the crown prince helps him with . ( his father would surely die if he were to find out . ) “ please . i am no child . ”
Glenn was no child, nor one who needed the help he knows, but help Dimitri does for all it was to evident exasperation of the elder. “Indeed,” he opted to agree in voice which was as amicable it ever was now vicious snarling had drawn to a close. “You are not.”
But even so he continues on, pull and stretch of muscles as he reached to fulfill task. “But... I do not believe there is ought wrong in aiding a friend, is there? Please, allow me.” He might protest yet, but just as Dimitri swallowed bitter pill of ‘your highness’ so too would would he endure whatever complaints might continue.
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im calling @crestwills out for tryna make me do a warrior cats au with them when i’ve never even fucking read warrior cats
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crestwills:
his horse is skittish ; josephine backs up at dimitri ’ s advance , shakes her head . if it were anyone else , sylvain might have paused to soothe her . but he keeps his gaze on his opponent , lighthearted , bitter . & the lance of ruin remains by his side ; he ’ s feeling merciful today ( ─ or maybe he doesn ’ t want to fight dimitri , of all people ) , he supposes .
( i would have gladly walked with you , sylvain wants to say , desperate to put down his lance & sweep dimitri into a long overdue hug . to stand by his friend , future king ; nothing would have made him happier , if they hadn ’ t started this damn war . he aches for his friend ─ but he aches for a future without crests , too , without the need to hide behind a smile stretched from ear to ear . )
“ what ’ s there to ease ? “ he decides to say instead . ” even if there was , ” & oh , there are , an entire childhood growing up terrified , of monstrous brothers & distant parents , “ don ’ t you think it ’ s a little too late to do anything ? ” miklan is dead . sylvain has been disowned , or at the very least , has a bounty on his head to return to gautier .
his face sits in rare gravity , twists itself into something almost anguished . “ did you know ? ” he says , suddenly compelled to speak about his life , his suffering . he can count the number of times he ’ s confessed it on one hand , he thinks ; maybe once to the professor , offhand comments to the blue lions , a quiet exchange with the emperor for joining her cause . “ did you ever suspect , about my family ? ”
he ’ d give dimitri a clap on the back if he did ; & feel gratitude that he kept silent / fall into despair that he had not asked . it keeps him in check,. still & charming as ever , even in the middle of battle & faced with the tempest king . “ answer me that , at the very least . out of whatever obligation our friendship still used to have . ”
a small , quiet plea .
Was it too late? The ghosts in his head sang their angry knell, a reminder that it was always too late, that he was never good enough, never would be until he had that woman’s head separated from her damned body. But he had grown these past months, enough to ignore them and the constant headache they seemed to bring. He ignores them, because in the end Sylvain is right.
He is hurting, too. Dimitri sees it.
He had always seen it.
“If you believed it was too late,” was soft exhale, eyeing lance in elder’s grip. “You would have attempted to drive that through me.” Yet he had not, had not even moved, and so fractious hope blooms within Dimitri’s chest that perhaps it is not too late, that he has not yet ruined this as he has near everything else in his life. Not yet, he thinks, not yet.
But that was the crux of it, the core of it all. “I did not understand at the time.” Too sheltered, too privileged, too loved. “And then when I did...” He was too broken, too terrible, too beastly. Never good enough. Not now, not then. It was his sin to carry, and one that had hurt so many. Sylvain was another victim of it, another hurt friend Dimitri had failed.
“I know what it is to try so desperately to hide from something that parts of you... they--” Lone eye averted when it should not, should not because here and now Sylvain was his enemy, was not to be trusted. Dimitri had always been a bleeding heart. “They break, and you try to hide that too with good manners, with a smile. With proper actions. With inappropriate actions. I understand.” Because he had seen his whole world burn, had lost everything, everyone, and it had blown something in him wide open to the monsters that now plagued him. Until he, too, had become them.
Still, they had all lost parts of themselves. “I would have listened, should you have wished to talk. You are my friend, Sylvain.” Even now, on the other end of this cursed war. “And things must change, but violence is not the way. Violence will only lead to more hurt, more children denied what should never be denied.”
“But I need my friends by my side to do this. The vision of one should not be forced on the many-- the strong should not hurt the weak.” Should not crush them on their self righteous missions. This was what Edelgard seemed to struggle to grasp, no matter how dearly he wished she would. “I need my friends to help me make things better-- all of you. It is never too late.”
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crestwills:
@iuncta hi there haha ha
“ well , majesty , this is certainly the turn of the century . ” the lance of ruin glows steadily in his grasp ; the dark knight does not fear his opponent ─ if anything , he has never been more at ease . the field echoes with the din of chaos , & battle & bloodshed . what a reunion this makes , a gathering of old friends .
( he thinks he sees felix , all skill & blade . the aegis shield does its job well to protect him . & up above , is that ingrid , wielding lúin with such readly efficiency ? it ’ s fond , the way he traces their moves . once , they might have trained together for this very occasion . ) he focuses on the one in front of him ─ dimitri , crown prince , the king he would have served until the end of time , his friend , his friend .
the lance of ruin weighs a little heavier in his grasp . he raises it to point at his pri ─ dimitri . only dimitri , now . “ coming face to face with a corpse certainly isn ’ t a pleasant reunion , is it ? ” is he speaking of himself ; the gautier heir who was presumed dead during the empire ’ s first invasion ? or is it the prince , who emerges now , after five long years ?
well , it wouldn ’ t hurt to say a little bit of both , wouldn ’ t it . “ crown prince dimitri alexandre blaiddyd of the faerghus throne ─ if you advance any further , i will be forced to cut you down ─ ” a pause , a smile , that stretches too thin & wavers too much . “ ─ former alliances be damned . ”
The taming of monsters was a slow, arguably impossible affair, yet here Dimitri stood in the end more man than monster once more. It was a credit to those around him more than it was to he himself he thought, a show of their patience, of their compassion, or in Felix’s case their ability to put a boot up his ass until he stopped and listened. He owed them everything and more, but the knowledge that one had been absent had hurt, had cut deep into a heart he was still inclined to believe he truly had.
That he finds them here, now, brings nothing but grief.
“Former alliances...” Was his soft breath, great lance clutched in a grasp so tight it would have shattered any other; Areadbhar though was made for this, made for him, and so it simply glows its ominous pitch as sadness of all things makes home upon Dimitri’s face. “Is that all we were? I always considered you my friend. I thought it mutual, that you would be at my side and I at yours.”
But he had been gone for so long, too long, and so perhaps some had lost hope. They were all doing what they needed to survive, and Sylvain had always had the strongest of survival instincts, had always been far, far more astute than many might have given credit for had they not known him. Dimitri did know him, or he had once.
A step closer was taken boldly, but he makes to go no further from there. Not yet. “What... do you want, Sylvain? How might I ease your hurt?”
He did not ask his friend to join him. Would not push him.
From one friend to another he merely wished to help him.
#crestwills#MUSE ⚶ DIMITRI#IC ⚶ DIMITRI#uhhhhh#what the fuck are you doing making me wake up to this
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