( She feels the blush on her cheeks grow, the heat covering her face. No longer did Dimitri smell like a corpse, did he look unwanted and thrown away, dirty and mamed. He wasn’t the prince from her memories, he wasn’t even the teen from academy… He was a man now, his agony shaping him into the person he was today.
They were kissing… kissing harder than Edelgard had ever been kissed before. It was her pride that deepens it when Dimitri does, taking his initiative to devour her mouth and brushing her tongue on his chapped lips. What was she doing? In the halls of the abyss, away from the noise of the world. Alone and vulnerable with a man who twisted her heart. Edelgard has always been a cold and aloof girl, so says the people around here. Her violet eyes could steal themselves and show nothing but the dark, empty fog of her soul behind them. But here, tightly wrapped in the arms of a lover… the painful tug of desire pulls at her heartstrings. It pumps blood through her veins, it warms her skin, it touches the darkness like a lighted torch. Dimitri was attempting to find her in the mists of her being, drag her back with him and share their broken reality together.
Her hands shove against his chest soon after her mouth sucks on his bottom lip. They can’t— They simply can’t—! A small and forgin sound squeaks from her throat when their mouths seese to be pressed. Slowly did her violet eyes open to stare at him, they glissen with passion. )
T-That’s… we shouldn’t—
( ’I just want to hear his voice…’ Her mind betrays. She wants to hear him say how wants her, how he desires her. Edelgard swears that they’ve kissed before…somewhere, long ago, in the cold winter’s snow. She had closed her eyes and felt it back then. His warm breath on her chilled skin, chapped lips, a strong hold over her small arms. That boy was Dimitri…
She wants to say, ‘I am the Emperor of Adrestia!’, ‘You are the fallen king of my enemy.’, ‘We can never be! We shouldn’t do this…’, 'Don't you know what you're doing? Don't you understand?',
‘Dimitri… I love you.’
Edelgard simply stares at him. )
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[Everything in his being is telling him that they shouldn't-- When she voices the words aloud Dimitri feels his heart wrench. Would she reject him again? Would she pretend this never happened, pretend that she doesn't even know him? Would she laugh like she always does, spit on his face, dig her fingers into his throbbing eyes and then disappear into the fog of his mind once more?]
[Dimitri feels, for the first time, like he has Edelgard in his grasp. She could not dissipate into mist between his fingers, not anymore. He grabs her by the arms as she pulls back from the kiss, holding her too tightly in his strong grip.]
No... No, El.
[He's not the crazed beast from before ranting and raving at her, but he isn't so ill he's shaking and hallucinating either. He looks at her with sense behind his lone blue eye, a frown pulling his mouth tight.]
I don't care, I--
[The blond takes in a breath.]
I need this, I need you... El, please. Don't pretend any longer, please.
( The mad man bleeds his heart; it stains her skin. Those strong hands take her arms once more, like the little boy in the snow. He pleads with her, begging Edelgard to be with him, for all their wayward desires to be met, for their love to blossom and bloom over their destroyed Fódlan. She knows the look in his eye, the fear of rejection… That same fear that kept her afraid of loving him. And yet, in his lap, close to beating heart, Edelgard leans in… their lips pressing once more.
No longer were her purple eyes clouded by fog, filled with a beautiful glassy passion she once thought would never return. Her fingers move to his jaw, loving the stubble that has grown overnight. His skin was recovering… Dimitri was becoming human again. If this is what it took for them to feel this, to feel human. If all her dreams faded away, if every sacrifice meant nothing, if loving him meant that this was the end.
…Then so be it. In this moment, he is all she can think about. Her arms wrap around his neck. )
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it took 14 years but he finally got the girl 😌 perseverance
[El, don't go! he had cried once, reaching out for her desperately with small hands. They pressed into hers, held her while they both quakes in cold. Don't go, please, you can stay with me! Papochka will let you, I know he will! It had seemed so much simpler then. Nations and wars and society hadn't mattered then, only their promises made in the snow. Wait one moment more, he had implored with tears blurring his vision, his arm lifting to rub them away as fast as he could, so she wouldn't disappear into the snowy landscape and away in her carriage, back to Enbarr. Wait right here, I have something for you! Through nothing short of a miracle he had made it back to her in time, pressed the dagger into her hands, felt her cold fingers touch his at the exchange. He could still see her rosy cheeks in his memory, the ends of her twintails blowing around as the snow continued to fall. Please, El... Please, don't go... Please, don't leave me alone...]
[Dimitri's heart is pounding in his chest. He draws her up against himself to feel more of her warmth. He kisses her once, then twice, then again, endlessly. He would never let her go if he didn't have to, would hold onto this moment in a death's grip until the end came to pass. Please El, please don't leave me alone. He kisses her until they're breathless, until he has to pull back with a gasp for air. Tears burn at the socket of his right eye, beneath its bandage and he tries to blink them out of his left.]
El, I...
[I love you. I hate you. I want you. I loathe you. I adore you--]
I-I missed you, El...
[It barely makes sense, but he sounds more coherent than he has in the past few days. His eye is watery as he looks down at her, at her blushing face and swollen mouth. He wants her more than words can express. His big hands sprawl against her back, pressing her into his chest, holding her in his lap.]
I just... I want this, El...
when the tsundere takes 14 years but she finally dates you.... baka
( Her fingers curl into his long blond hair, teasing the nap of his neck. Finally, Edelgard begins to relax. She melts into his arms that hold her tightly. Teeth pull on his bottom lip when he moves to speak. If they are to love… then so be it. She will devour him, take everything he offers her, they will dance till the darkness surrounds them. Until death finds her.
Edelgard wants to feel love, she desires companionship, an individual to share her dreams with. She will always have Hubert, but her heart longs for more. Someone to hold and kiss her, want her in ways her young mind can’t refuse. Perhaps it wasn’t too late. As her eyes open to stare into his blue, she can’t help but desire a future with him. One where he joins her in crushing her enemies. That they build a world together, one where they are happy. She kisses him so deeply, breaking it once more at the feeling of his tongue. )
I’ve never— ( A gulp against her throat, admitting her secrets is something new she will have to become more comfortable with. ) I may lack in my performance…
( Why didn’t she just continue to kiss him? Was she forced to admit such things? Her whole face feels pink with a terrible, embarrassing flush. If she admits to never kissing a man, surely he will realize… Edelgard can’t fathom what sort of experience a prince gathers in the time they have been teens, that world seems so different from that of a princess. )
[She is... adorable. Dimitri loves to look at her, as she pulls back from the kiss. She is flushed from her forehead to her neck, her mouth plump and red and drawn into a cute pout. He leans to press another peck to her lips, unable to resist. His lashes flutter as he takes in her words.
He had been worried, once upon a time. She had been so close to her retainer in academy. Dimitri knew, from his own complicated feelings for Dedue and the others who would grow up to serve him, that such things were not cut and dry. There would have been no one in Garreg Mach surprised should the young princess spend her time courting the Vestra heir. Dimitri had wallowed in his feeling of rejection and his puppy love for her the longer he heard rumors about it.
Knowing she has no real experience gives him a... selfish sort of satisfaction. He reaches to brush a hand through her soft hair, pushing part of her hair behind one ear without really thinking about it. He smiles, however crooked and sheepishly.]
You have nothing to be ashamed of, El.
[That younger part of him whines, just gently. He wishes he could remind her of their time spent kissing in the snow. The Dimitri of the present refrains out of respect of her feelings. She does not seem to want to acknowledge those days. He wonders why but he doesn't press the issue either. He only wants to kiss her and touch her and hold her forever.]
I... love this. Your mouth, the feeling of you on my lips, your body in my arms.
( Somehow she feels patronized, mind wandering as he pulls her closer. Who had been the one to give him such confidence? It makes the blush stay vibrant over her cheeks, caught in the arms of a man. Feeling jealous over a person that might not even be. Her hands stay planted over his chest, a vulnerability overcomes her as he sits her in his lap. She presses her nose to his once more, their breaths exchange, her heart beats… It is all too good to be true. )
To be with you is a dangerous thing…
( It can’t be ignored, her little legs curl under his as they dangle in his lap. The silky texture of her gloves once again brushes his cheek. ) — Our countries are at war, one that I play a very large part in.
I don’t know what our futures hold, Dimitri. I don’t know if we will still be at war when we leave this place, I don’t know who will be on my side, I don’t even know if anything I did was worth it.
( Her eyes grow glassy, she doesn’t want to wake up in Rhea’s world… in their world — Edelgard would rather die than continue living if that were the case. Let her parish fighting for what she believes in. Allow her to be just another failed experiment, a martyr, some sinner… a tyrant that never forced the world to change. Perhaps her feelings are reaching a boiling point, like they are water in a pot and the flames continue to grow. She doesn’t want to fight with teacher or Hubert, she doesn’t want to argue with Claude… She doesn’t want Dimitri to let her go.
And with that thought she breaks their eye contact. She can’t look at him anymore, she’s scared of the unknown. Just as he is. What will they do once they find out? The monsters that use her uncle’s face… )
I…I shouldn’t be kissing you, we shouldn’t be so close… We are enemies, not lovers, as much as I would like you to be otherwise. I shouldn’t be sharing these things with you. ( "—No one should." The dark thoughts return in the heat of her passion. ) You’re putting yourself in danger…
[Dimitri listens to her speak and it's almost like another rejection. He has been waitinf for her to pull back, push him away, tell him he was no good for her. But even if it stings he can see the truth behind her words. She's hesitant, reluctant. She's speaking for the sake of both their nations andn the situation that they've found themselves in.
She isn't rejecting him, she's attempting to rationalize the feelings between them.
He hasn't felt rational in a very long time, perhaps not even back in their academy days. He cannot accept what she's saying as truth. He had been scrouging for food and drinking dirtied water from the ground just as recently as two days ago, the idea that he could seat himself upon his throne and wage war against the same woman who had coaxed him out of his madness seems impossible.
He does not let her go. He presses his forehead to hers, eye pleading.]
And what if I do not let you go? [His voice deepens, serious and urgent.]
What if I kiss you again, and again, and even one more time? Who can say what we are when we are like this, Edelgard?
[The would be king grips her just as tightly as before, hand on her back and one at the nape of her neck. He pleads for her with just the look on his face.]
Can we not be stronger together?
[He would never be strong without her. Without her he would crumble apart at the seams and revert back to his madness. He would not be without her.]
( She mustn’t have been very convincing… Her eyes open at the feeling of him as he presses their foreheads together. She’s seen that blue before, it was deep… down in the corner of her soul. Dimitri stayed there, most likely forever, etched in her heart. No matter how she tries to forget him, he remains. They were beaten and broken now, their bodies reminders of how monsterous they have become. Yet his memory stays… They are two children playing in the snow, a prince and a princess, innocent and small. She begins to make out his golden hair and bright blue eyes. A smile that warms even the coldest days.
She doesn’t even know how to answer him, cheeks bright red as her eyes stare with an intensity. Edelgard has no more tears to cry… So, who really is she? The woman with tears down her face? The pale, sickly looking woman Dimitri holds in his arms? As they blink from her eyes it makes her very aware of what is happening.
Without another word she cups his face and presses her lips to his once more. That is her answer. She wants a world where she isn’t afraid to remember him anymore, where she can remember late mornings sitting at her sister’s vanity, of being lifted with such ease and placed on her brother’s horse, or her father's smile…
Where a little boy with straight blond hair gave her a dagger. How they danced. All their dreams… Her knees on the carriage set, watching him fade from view… .
[When she kisses him back it's all Dimitri needs to lean forward, pressing her back into the crook of the couch. He's all but enveloping her with his body, her legs across his lap, holding her across the chest and kissing her down into the cushions of the old worn sofa inside the dusty library. His father's ghost has vanished, giving his son much needed privacy as he kisses his princess. That's always what Dimitri has fantasized about, even if he can (even now) realize that ideal life could never come to be.
Courting Princess Edelgard in academy. Asking her to marry her, down on one knee with his birth mother's engagement ring in his hand. Going so far as Enbarr before the emperor to ask him for his daughter's hand in marriage. These are the things Dimitri has always wanted to do. Like the rest of his dreams they had all been tossed aside when the battle in the Holy Tomb had broken out and he had succumbed to all his fear and anger.
Perhaps they could come to pass, now that he had her in his arms. Not in the same way, never in the way he had dreamed of as a boy, but having her wrapped up in his embrace as they shared gentle kisses made him wonder if it could still be possible. Holding onto that hope was so much easier than listening to the screams of the dead.]
El... [He breathes softly as the kiss is broken. His hand finds purchase at her waist, bunching the fabric of her dress there. She looks so beautiful beneath him.]
Nothing you can say will deter me. I will help you in any way I can to stay by your side.
I will help you destroy the ones who did all of this.
[He wipes her tears with the back of his palm, determination in his expression.]
There is no danger great enough to keep me from you.
( Dimitri would be led to believe that his dreams were dashed five years ago, but the reality was it was much longer… The day she left his kingdom was the last and final day they ever had to dream.
That was until today. She feels his weight press her down as he leans to deepen their kiss, smashed between his hulking frame and the old couch. Her ponytail starts to loosen from all the tumbling, arms wrap around his neck as their lips elope. She can’t stop him, Edelgard doesn’t want to. Her eyes gaze at him with a longing yet shy expression. She can’t seem to shake how his confidence makes her feel. There is no hesitation in his resolve. But, that is who Dimitri is. )
Don’t let your lust cloud your vision…
( His big hands around her waist does things to her insides that Edelgard would rather not admit. He’s big as he presses her down. It’s not hard for her to picture what he would look like on top of her, on the bed they shared last night, naked like he’d been in the sauna. She should take her own advice… feeling weak as her pretty violet eyes avert their intense gaze.
She should… perhaps… say something nice. Something to show she appreciates his words. )
Ah— ( When she opens her mouth to speak a squeaking sound crawls up from her throat, much unlike the cold and aloof front she’s built up. Her shyness was overwhelming. ) … Th-Thank you, Dimitri…
[Dimitri loves how she looks pressed into the couch in his arms. The skirt of her dress is volumous and fills most of the space, spilling out over his lap. Red fabric touching the blue cloth of his shirt. Something about her clothes and the smell of her makeup and the way her long hair is casading down between them lights a fire in him.
She's not entirely wrong, chiding him for his lusts. He's exhausted, his head is still throbbing from his time with the healers, but he wants her so much all the same. It's difficult, these sudden feelings for her. Once he may have thought horrible, dirty things about her. Even in academy he had been afflicted by such intrusive thoughts about the object of his affections. Now he sees her as if she's an angel. He strokes her lose hair back from her face, his long nose nudging against hers in a playful sort of nuzzle.]
Don't thank me, El. I've done nothing to warrant it.
[Papa had scolded him for being unkind to her. He had to be better. He had to focus on being better. He kisses her one more time.]
( A thought crosses her mind staring up at the man who pins her… Dimitri’s lips are warm. They are chapped, cracked and in need of tender loving care but he is alive and they aren’t cold. He is not a corpse. The king is alive, he lives and breathes yet still. She remembers the day he lunged at her, violent in his way, a pain lingered in his eyes that Edelgard knew well. That day in the Holy Tomb she doesn’t think he wanted to survive, he only wanted to take her with him. Drag her down into his Hell where they both could stay, the pain finally subsiding. To become free of his shackles, to know death’s embrace…
She wonders what is going through his thoughts today. The woman that once made him feel like dying…does she now give him a reason to live? Is everything in their lives a misunderstanding? Is the line between love and hate truly so thin?
Something finalizes for her at this moment and she needs to tell him. He deserves to know what his world choses to keep from him. His revenge tortures him in ways he can barely stand. His mind creates illusions, it picks at what remains of his soul and wishes to destroy him. She can only imagine what he sees in the mirror. Edelgard knows because she’s been there, staring face to face with the dead. She was left behind, busted and broken… scared and alone. You make promises to the dead in hopes that words come back to your throat. That the tears stop and you somehow manage to swallow your pain. She feels an empathy she once thought she couldn’t feel for Dimitri in this moment that they share…
For a moment she considers telling him right then and there before the sounds of snickering can be heard from above, stopping Edelgard’s heart dead in its tracks. )
See, I told you they were both down there. Don’t you go and ruin this for me, Shady-lady. It’s not every day we get such fine entertainment.
( They were far from alone it seems. Edelgard peers around Dimitir’s hulking frame the best she can. The Ashen Wolve’s leader can be made out from the edge of the railing, looking down at the two of them spread out on the not-so-private furniture. He was talking to someone from the sound of things. Knowing the people saw them like this embarrass her beyond belief, wiggling as she tries to free herself from Dimitri’s hold.
All the commotion separates the two lords, the following shenanigans ensure and return them to the surface. It seems Hubert could only entertain Constance for so long as she had used her cursed magic on him and he was but pocket sized when she returned him to his lady. That poor man’s heart surely can’t take much more than this. Thankfully he reverted back soon after. It reminds Edelgard that she owns more than just Dimitri her time with everything that has been going on… Hubert and her friends deserve an explanation for her actions. Not to mention, the elephant in the room known as Duke Riegan, who terrifies her in a way. He’s far smarter and so much more cunning than Dimitir, and teacher favors him all the same. What will he want now that they aren’t allowed to play war? She can’t help but worry about Claude getting to Dimitri as well.
When they return to the dining hall he stays glued to Edelgard’s side, making it once again impossible to talk with anyone. She favors it this way… Teacher doesn’t seem active in trying to separate them despite the dirty looks Dimitri’s friends give her when they approach him in attempts to speak more privately with their former and hopefully future king. Dedue seems fine with sitting quietly next to Dimitri while he leans over Edelgard but Felix does not. He stroms up to the table and slams his fits down, frustrated with their situation… )
“This is enough! Are you going to play victim and let everyone else do all the work while you become lovely-dovey with your dumb girlfriend. Did you forget she is the reason we’ve been at war this entire time? Are you even listening, boar?!”
( Edelgard opens her mouth to speak but Dimitri answers first: )
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They were kissing… kissing harder than Edelgard had ever been kissed before. It was her pride that deepens it when Dimitri does, taking his initiative to devour her mouth and brushing her tongue on his chapped lips. What was she doing? In the halls of the abyss, away from the noise of the world. Alone and vulnerable with a man who twisted her heart. Edelgard has always been a cold and aloof girl, so says the people around here. Her violet eyes could steal themselves and show nothing but the dark, empty fog of her soul behind them. But here, tightly wrapped in the arms of a lover… the painful tug of desire pulls at her heartstrings. It pumps blood through her veins, it warms her skin, it touches the darkness like a lighted torch. Dimitri was attempting to find her in the mists of her being, drag her back with him and share their broken reality together.
Her hands shove against his chest soon after her mouth sucks on his bottom lip. They can’t— They simply can’t—! A small and forgin sound squeaks from her throat when their mouths seese to be pressed. Slowly did her violet eyes open to stare at him, they glissen with passion. )
T-That’s… we shouldn’t—
( ’I just want to hear his voice…’ Her mind betrays. She wants to hear him say how wants her, how he desires her. Edelgard swears that they’ve kissed before…somewhere, long ago, in the cold winter’s snow. She had closed her eyes and felt it back then. His warm breath on her chilled skin, chapped lips, a strong hold over her small arms. That boy was Dimitri…
She wants to say, ‘I am the Emperor of Adrestia!’, ‘You are the fallen king of my enemy.’, ‘We can never be! We shouldn’t do this…’, 'Don't you know what you're doing? Don't you understand?',
‘Dimitri… I love you.’
Edelgard simply stares at him. )
imagine i have an icon where his eye is welling up with tears in a pretty cry way
[Dimitri feels, for the first time, like he has Edelgard in his grasp. She could not dissipate into mist between his fingers, not anymore. He grabs her by the arms as she pulls back from the kiss, holding her too tightly in his strong grip.]
No... No, El.
[He's not the crazed beast from before ranting and raving at her, but he isn't so ill he's shaking and hallucinating either. He looks at her with sense behind his lone blue eye, a frown pulling his mouth tight.]
I don't care, I--
[The blond takes in a breath.]
I need this, I need you... El, please. Don't pretend any longer, please.
Be... Be with me, El. Let us be together.
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( The mad man bleeds his heart; it stains her skin. Those strong hands take her arms once more, like the little boy in the snow. He pleads with her, begging Edelgard to be with him, for all their wayward desires to be met, for their love to blossom and bloom over their destroyed Fódlan. She knows the look in his eye, the fear of rejection… That same fear that kept her afraid of loving him. And yet, in his lap, close to beating heart, Edelgard leans in… their lips pressing once more.
No longer were her purple eyes clouded by fog, filled with a beautiful glassy passion she once thought would never return. Her fingers move to his jaw, loving the stubble that has grown overnight. His skin was recovering… Dimitri was becoming human again. If this is what it took for them to feel this, to feel human. If all her dreams faded away, if every sacrifice meant nothing, if loving him meant that this was the end.
…Then so be it. In this moment, he is all she can think about. Her arms wrap around his neck. )
it took 14 years but he finally got the girl 😌 perseverance
[Dimitri's heart is pounding in his chest. He draws her up against himself to feel more of her warmth. He kisses her once, then twice, then again, endlessly. He would never let her go if he didn't have to, would hold onto this moment in a death's grip until the end came to pass. Please El, please don't leave me alone. He kisses her until they're breathless, until he has to pull back with a gasp for air. Tears burn at the socket of his right eye, beneath its bandage and he tries to blink them out of his left.]
El, I...
[I love you. I hate you. I want you. I loathe you. I adore you--]
I-I missed you, El...
[It barely makes sense, but he sounds more coherent than he has in the past few days. His eye is watery as he looks down at her, at her blushing face and swollen mouth. He wants her more than words can express. His big hands sprawl against her back, pressing her into his chest, holding her in his lap.]
I just... I want this, El...
when the tsundere takes 14 years but she finally dates you.... baka
Edelgard wants to feel love, she desires companionship, an individual to share her dreams with. She will always have Hubert, but her heart longs for more. Someone to hold and kiss her, want her in ways her young mind can’t refuse. Perhaps it wasn’t too late. As her eyes open to stare into his blue, she can’t help but desire a future with him. One where he joins her in crushing her enemies. That they build a world together, one where they are happy. She kisses him so deeply, breaking it once more at the feeling of his tongue. )
I’ve never— ( A gulp against her throat, admitting her secrets is something new she will have to become more comfortable with. ) I may lack in my performance…
( Why didn’t she just continue to kiss him? Was she forced to admit such things? Her whole face feels pink with a terrible, embarrassing flush. If she admits to never kissing a man, surely he will realize… Edelgard can’t fathom what sort of experience a prince gathers in the time they have been teens, that world seems so different from that of a princess. )
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He had been worried, once upon a time. She had been so close to her retainer in academy. Dimitri knew, from his own complicated feelings for Dedue and the others who would grow up to serve him, that such things were not cut and dry. There would have been no one in Garreg Mach surprised should the young princess spend her time courting the Vestra heir. Dimitri had wallowed in his feeling of rejection and his puppy love for her the longer he heard rumors about it.
Knowing she has no real experience gives him a... selfish sort of satisfaction. He reaches to brush a hand through her soft hair, pushing part of her hair behind one ear without really thinking about it. He smiles, however crooked and sheepishly.]
You have nothing to be ashamed of, El.
[That younger part of him whines, just gently. He wishes he could remind her of their time spent kissing in the snow. The Dimitri of the present refrains out of respect of her feelings. She does not seem to want to acknowledge those days. He wonders why but he doesn't press the issue either. He only wants to kiss her and touch her and hold her forever.]
I... love this. Your mouth, the feeling of you on my lips, your body in my arms.
[He takes a breath, shakey.]
This--- This is wonderful.
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To be with you is a dangerous thing…
( It can’t be ignored, her little legs curl under his as they dangle in his lap. The silky texture of her gloves once again brushes his cheek. ) — Our countries are at war, one that I play a very large part in.
I don’t know what our futures hold, Dimitri. I don’t know if we will still be at war when we leave this place, I don’t know who will be on my side, I don’t even know if anything I did was worth it.
( Her eyes grow glassy, she doesn’t want to wake up in Rhea’s world… in their world — Edelgard would rather die than continue living if that were the case. Let her parish fighting for what she believes in. Allow her to be just another failed experiment, a martyr, some sinner… a tyrant that never forced the world to change. Perhaps her feelings are reaching a boiling point, like they are water in a pot and the flames continue to grow. She doesn’t want to fight with teacher or Hubert, she doesn’t want to argue with Claude… She doesn’t want Dimitri to let her go.
And with that thought she breaks their eye contact. She can’t look at him anymore, she’s scared of the unknown. Just as he is. What will they do once they find out? The monsters that use her uncle’s face… )
I…I shouldn’t be kissing you, we shouldn’t be so close… We are enemies, not lovers, as much as I would like you to be otherwise. I shouldn’t be sharing these things with you. ( "—No one should." The dark thoughts return in the heat of her passion. ) You’re putting yourself in danger…
( "It is wonderful...isn't it?" )
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She isn't rejecting him, she's attempting to rationalize the feelings between them.
He hasn't felt rational in a very long time, perhaps not even back in their academy days. He cannot accept what she's saying as truth. He had been scrouging for food and drinking dirtied water from the ground just as recently as two days ago, the idea that he could seat himself upon his throne and wage war against the same woman who had coaxed him out of his madness seems impossible.
He does not let her go. He presses his forehead to hers, eye pleading.]
And what if I do not let you go? [His voice deepens, serious and urgent.]
What if I kiss you again, and again, and even one more time? Who can say what we are when we are like this, Edelgard?
[The would be king grips her just as tightly as before, hand on her back and one at the nape of her neck. He pleads for her with just the look on his face.]
Can we not be stronger together?
[He would never be strong without her. Without her he would crumble apart at the seams and revert back to his madness. He would not be without her.]
fuck im crying lol
She doesn’t even know how to answer him, cheeks bright red as her eyes stare with an intensity. Edelgard has no more tears to cry… So, who really is she? The woman with tears down her face? The pale, sickly looking woman Dimitri holds in his arms? As they blink from her eyes it makes her very aware of what is happening.
Without another word she cups his face and presses her lips to his once more. That is her answer. She wants a world where she isn’t afraid to remember him anymore, where she can remember late mornings sitting at her sister’s vanity, of being lifted with such ease and placed on her brother’s horse, or her father's smile…
Where a little boy with straight blond hair gave her a dagger. How they danced. All their dreams… Her knees on the carriage set, watching him fade from view… .
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Courting Princess Edelgard in academy. Asking her to marry her, down on one knee with his birth mother's engagement ring in his hand. Going so far as Enbarr before the emperor to ask him for his daughter's hand in marriage. These are the things Dimitri has always wanted to do. Like the rest of his dreams they had all been tossed aside when the battle in the Holy Tomb had broken out and he had succumbed to all his fear and anger.
Perhaps they could come to pass, now that he had her in his arms. Not in the same way, never in the way he had dreamed of as a boy, but having her wrapped up in his embrace as they shared gentle kisses made him wonder if it could still be possible. Holding onto that hope was so much easier than listening to the screams of the dead.]
El... [He breathes softly as the kiss is broken. His hand finds purchase at her waist, bunching the fabric of her dress there. She looks so beautiful beneath him.]
Nothing you can say will deter me. I will help you in any way I can to stay by your side.
I will help you destroy the ones who did all of this.
[He wipes her tears with the back of his palm, determination in his expression.]
There is no danger great enough to keep me from you.
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That was until today. She feels his weight press her down as he leans to deepen their kiss, smashed between his hulking frame and the old couch. Her ponytail starts to loosen from all the tumbling, arms wrap around his neck as their lips elope. She can’t stop him, Edelgard doesn’t want to. Her eyes gaze at him with a longing yet shy expression. She can’t seem to shake how his confidence makes her feel. There is no hesitation in his resolve. But, that is who Dimitri is. )
Don’t let your lust cloud your vision…
( His big hands around her waist does things to her insides that Edelgard would rather not admit. He’s big as he presses her down. It’s not hard for her to picture what he would look like on top of her, on the bed they shared last night, naked like he’d been in the sauna. She should take her own advice… feeling weak as her pretty violet eyes avert their intense gaze.
She should… perhaps… say something nice. Something to show she appreciates his words. )
Ah— ( When she opens her mouth to speak a squeaking sound crawls up from her throat, much unlike the cold and aloof front she’s built up. Her shyness was overwhelming. ) … Th-Thank you, Dimitri…
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She's not entirely wrong, chiding him for his lusts. He's exhausted, his head is still throbbing from his time with the healers, but he wants her so much all the same. It's difficult, these sudden feelings for her. Once he may have thought horrible, dirty things about her. Even in academy he had been afflicted by such intrusive thoughts about the object of his affections. Now he sees her as if she's an angel. He strokes her lose hair back from her face, his long nose nudging against hers in a playful sort of nuzzle.]
Don't thank me, El. I've done nothing to warrant it.
[Papa had scolded him for being unkind to her. He had to be better. He had to focus on being better. He kisses her one more time.]
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She wonders what is going through his thoughts today. The woman that once made him feel like dying…does she now give him a reason to live? Is everything in their lives a misunderstanding? Is the line between love and hate truly so thin?
Something finalizes for her at this moment and she needs to tell him. He deserves to know what his world choses to keep from him. His revenge tortures him in ways he can barely stand. His mind creates illusions, it picks at what remains of his soul and wishes to destroy him. She can only imagine what he sees in the mirror. Edelgard knows because she’s been there, staring face to face with the dead. She was left behind, busted and broken… scared and alone. You make promises to the dead in hopes that words come back to your throat. That the tears stop and you somehow manage to swallow your pain. She feels an empathy she once thought she couldn’t feel for Dimitri in this moment that they share…
For a moment she considers telling him right then and there before the sounds of snickering can be heard from above, stopping Edelgard’s heart dead in its tracks. )
See, I told you they were both down there. Don’t you go and ruin this for me, Shady-lady. It’s not every day we get such fine entertainment.
( They were far from alone it seems. Edelgard peers around Dimitir’s hulking frame the best she can. The Ashen Wolve’s leader can be made out from the edge of the railing, looking down at the two of them spread out on the not-so-private furniture. He was talking to someone from the sound of things. Knowing the people saw them like this embarrass her beyond belief, wiggling as she tries to free herself from Dimitri’s hold.
All the commotion separates the two lords, the following shenanigans ensure and return them to the surface. It seems Hubert could only entertain Constance for so long as she had used her cursed magic on him and he was but pocket sized when she returned him to his lady. That poor man’s heart surely can’t take much more than this. Thankfully he reverted back soon after. It reminds Edelgard that she owns more than just Dimitri her time with everything that has been going on… Hubert and her friends deserve an explanation for her actions. Not to mention, the elephant in the room known as Duke Riegan, who terrifies her in a way. He’s far smarter and so much more cunning than Dimitir, and teacher favors him all the same. What will he want now that they aren’t allowed to play war? She can’t help but worry about Claude getting to Dimitri as well.
When they return to the dining hall he stays glued to Edelgard’s side, making it once again impossible to talk with anyone. She favors it this way… Teacher doesn’t seem active in trying to separate them despite the dirty looks Dimitri’s friends give her when they approach him in attempts to speak more privately with their former and hopefully future king. Dedue seems fine with sitting quietly next to Dimitri while he leans over Edelgard but Felix does not. He stroms up to the table and slams his fits down, frustrated with their situation… )
“This is enough! Are you going to play victim and let everyone else do all the work while you become lovely-dovey with your dumb girlfriend. Did you forget she is the reason we’ve been at war this entire time? Are you even listening, boar?!”
( Edelgard opens her mouth to speak but Dimitri answers first: )