[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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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: )