Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, local cryptid (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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victory_road2021-02-03 02:39 pm
nastyboy) wrote in victory_road2021-02-03 02:39 pm
Entry tags:
- ashe ubert (fire emblem three houses),
- chip abaroa (oc),
- claude von riegan (fire emblem),
- dedue molinaro (fire emblem),
- dimitri alexandre blaiddyd (fire emblem),
- felix hugo fraldarius (fire emblem),
- grant abaroa (oc),
- jaskier (the witcher),
- jinx (teen titans),
- karako pierot (homestuck),
- razor (genshin impact),
- sylvain jose gautier (fire emblem)
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[Dimitri has always been so big compared to him. Right now, Sylvain wants nothing more than to make himself as small as possible against the man. Even if he knows Dimitri can't protect him from this, it's still nice to pretend.]
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[With that months away - longer, in the case of Sylvain, Dimitri realizes - it's easier to look back on those moments and find some glimmer of amusement in them. How foolish that had all been... How on earth had he dealt with it? Any of them?]
You did something foolish... so Felix did something foolish in return. So I did something equally foolish in running after you... And, in the end, you both talked with one another.
[Slowly, Dimitri starts to sway back and forth slightly, still rubbing Sylvain's back. He doesn't know when he got into the habit, only that it's emerged in his time in Johto. Something to do when his emotions feel too overwhelming.]
All three of us... are the same people here, as we are in Fodlan, no matter the time. And we are the same three people who love one another. The same three people with friends and allies and mentors who look after us.
Even if you feel your future is set in stone, Sylvain, our love will still take root, bore through until it blooms and flourishes through the cracks it has made.
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But Dimitri seems to believe his own words, and the last thing Sylvain wants to do, even now, is to upset him. He tips his chin up just a little and nods. He doesn't smile, because he knows Dimitri will see through it in seconds. Even this he isn't confident in, but he can still try.]
I trust you. [At least that much would always be true.]
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[Whether he remembers or not... Dimitri knows his own feelings. He knows that he has felt so much love and pain over the people close to him. He will come back to this, no matter what.]
[If he doesn't... If he doesn't...]
[Dimitri takes in a rattling breath, letting go of Sylvain just briefly so that he can curl his hands into anxious fists.]
I - I apologize. I dumped so much upon you when you have just returned to us.
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[Sylvain takes a deep breath. He lifts his hands, hoping to the Goddess that he has enough strength in his body to keep them from trembling too vividly. They lift to cup both of Dimitri's cheeks, one hand straying back into his hair. Even as part of his mind balks at touching his King so boldly, the rest of him starts to melt into a warm puddle of familiarity.
This was right. This was home.]
I'm the one dumping things on you. You... Have enough going on, and here I am... Being a mess again.
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[Dimitri presses his face against one of Sylvain's palms, his lips brushing against the callouses there.]
Your pain, your suffering, doesn't deserve to be dismissed. Why should it be your fault if you are in pain from something you had no say in?
Do you not also have enough going on? A burden that weighs down on your own shoulders?
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You're right.
[His voice is faint, but it would at least seem that that much had gotten through to him.]
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Your pain and sadness is ours as well, beloved. If there is anything I can do to so much as ease that for you... You need only say the word.
I am yours to command.
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I've been at war for six months, Mitya. The last thing I want to do is give commands. [Still, he leans forward, easing close enough so that his entire frame is draped over Dimitri. They aren't that different in size, but Sylvain will take advantage of whatever he can get. For right now, he doesn't want to be a big, strong warrior. He wants to feel small. He wants to grieve.]
suicideal ideation cw
[Even when he was in the thick of it, whether on his own or reunited with the others... Dimitri cannot say he cared for it. If there was one thing that he used to look forward to, back then, it had been when everything would just... stop.]
[He had longed for that intensely.]
[But he doesn't dare to think about it anymore, not with how much he has to live for... including the man laying so weakly against him, needing everything, anything, that can be given to him.]
[Gently, Dimitri strokes his hair, his back.]
Then... I am yours to love.
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[That... manages to bring a smile to his lips. He glances up at Dimitri. There's still an impossible weight behind those eyes. But for just a moment, as he stares up at Dimitri, there's a glimmer of hope as well. It disappears as he closes his eyes, leaning into Dimitri's hand like a cat might.]
I... Can do that, I think. Really well, even.
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[Softly, tentatively, Dimitri presses a soft kiss to Sylvain's brow.]
...We should celebrate. A proper feast, this time. We have more of the funds for it, and more people to celebrate with. Not now, but - whenever you feel ready, or interested.
Military rations keep the body going, but they are hardly enjoyable.