[ @crestofflames.bsky.social ] The ringing in his ears is loud, drowning out all thoughts and feelings, save for the panic that blooms in Dimitri’s chest and the anger that runs hot through his blood. It’s all encompassing. It envelops him like a dark cloud, and in the middle of the smog, a mask—
Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd
@blaiddydreign.bsky.social
“𝔸𝕞 𝕀 𝕗𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖? 𝔻𝕠 𝕀 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀’𝕧𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕖?” 𝕊 𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥: _______
“This heat… it’s unbearable… I do miss the snowy landscape of Faerghus.”
He chuckled, "Respectfully, your Highness, when *isn't* Felix yelling at me?" Sylvain grinned. "But hey! That's good! What's got the pep in your step today?"
SIGHHHHHH. Dimitri wordlessly throws a spare tablecloth at Sylvain. “Put this on…” he said, sounding utterly defeated.
... Why was everyone so mean today... Can't a guy just chill out with his tits out? "Fine, fine, you're right... Though.. I'd hate to miss the meeting and I kinda don't have a shirt here so..." He plopped down on a chair, wincing apologetically.
... Why was everyone so mean today... Can't a guy just chill out with his tits out? "Fine, fine, you're right... Though.. I'd hate to miss the meeting and I kinda don't have a shirt here so..." He plopped down on a chair, wincing apologetically.
“…Sylvain, would you *please* put on a shirt? Your physique, while rather impressive, ought to be covered during war meetings.”
"For all the haters out there, just know? Even the bots love me."
“…Sylvain, would you *please* put on a shirt? Your physique, while rather impressive, ought to be covered during war meetings.”
"Your Highness! Come to compliment my portrait too? Haha, you better get to the back of the line! I'm the talk of the monastery right now." He gave a wink. "Nahhh, I'm playing. His Highness *always* gets priority. It's pretty good, right? Amiright?"
"Your Highness! Come to compliment my portrait too? Haha, you better get to the back of the line! I'm the talk of the monastery right now." He gave a wink. "Nahhh, I'm playing. His Highness *always* gets priority. It's pretty good, right? Amiright?"
Long, exasperated sigh. “Sylvain…!” Dimitri sounds so done with Sylvain’s ridiculous antics.
"I'm just giving the audience what they wanna see!" *wink to the 4th wall*
“You’re disgusting, you know that? Put on a shirt, damn you!”
“I am quite tired of everyone’s shenanigans, but somehow, it seems that Sylvain is always at the centre of it. Would you *please* behave?” LONG SIGH.
Long, exasperated sigh. “Sylvain…!” Dimitri sounds so done with Sylvain’s ridiculous antics.
"I don't know what you mean, it's just a portrait of me."
“Beloved?” a voice spoke from behind her. “What are you doing?”
Byleth is looking at a colony of cats hanging out by the student dormitories. The cats are lying down, taking in the morning sunlight. However, the ray of golden they’re lying on is starting to shift. So she’s waiting in anticipation for that moment. “…”
He began to don his armour. Instead of answering Byleth, he began to lumber towards her door, presumably to go and glare at his favourite pile of rubble again.
Byleth had to do a concentrated effort to not react outwardly to the smell. Fortunately, her relatively placid face probably managed to not betray her shock. She was going to dunk him in soap and warm water next chance she got. And she would scrub him with a sponge until his skin turned pink.
He chuckled. “We are friends. So I will remind you as long as it takes.”
“Oh—right! Of course of course, um. Your majesty, Dimitri— oh shoot.” She laughed nervously. “It’s an old habit.”
She had even warned her about Dimitri's deceitful ways. Out of... a sense of sisterly care, perhaps? She must have noticed how attached she was growing to him, and wanted to warn her before he did the same to Byleth, now that she was outliving her usefulness Maybe. Byleth wasn't sure of her motives
"How could you just... forget her when you dated and spent such a great time together? When you told her all sorts of sweet lines and then broke her heart?" Byleth's face was now a bright shade of red. How vexing. This was the sort of thing that she hated about Sylvain! How could she be so blind?
Dimitri seemed to be shocked. He seemed to be confused at her implication. He then bowed at her. Called her a lady. He even had the decency to fluster when he seemed to remember the poor woman he had left on the curb. "Do you, now?" She asked, her voice an icy dagger that cut through his pretty act
Then, she decided to just get it over with. Better to hear it from him, than to continue living a lie. "I was told that you're a worse skirt-chaser than Sylvain," she said, gripping her arms, keeping her defenses high. "That you lie and seduce women with a gentlemanly act, and then leave them."
SPLUTTERING. “Y-your majesty!” She choked out. “I didn’t realise you were listening! If I had, I wouldn’t have been so loud. Forgive me.”
“That is an interesting song, Annette. I wasn’t aware that you could sing.”
“What is there to apologize for? I was the one who happened across you. And please, Annette, just Dimitri is fine.”
SPLUTTERING. “Y-your majesty!” She choked out. “I didn’t realise you were listening! If I had, I wouldn’t have been so loud. Forgive me.”
“That is an interesting song, Annette. I wasn’t aware that you could sing.”
“My honeybee…come and get this pollen~ 🎶”
"What do you need to talk about?" she asked, hoping to not make unease apparent. She didn't take his arm, instead she crossed her arms. Better not allow his honeyed mannerisms get the better of her again. She didn't want to be taken for a fool.
Was it true? Byleth knew Dimitri— or at least, she thought she did. She saw some darkness within him when they first met, but she couldn't see how deep it ran. Not until that fateful reunion at dawn. ...Byleth despised thinking that the attention he gave her so readily was easily given to another.
Byleth looked at his arm. Normally, she would have easily taken it. However, she couldn't help but think back on what that lady had said. How she had gone on a date with Dimitri, all that he had promised her... and then, he vanished without a word. 'He's more callous than Sylvain', she had claimed.
@blaiddydreign.bsky.social Byleth was pacing. Ever since she had run into that lady that had boasted of going on a date with Dimitri, she had this strange new feeling brewing in her. It made her feel restless. So she paced all around the monastery. Suddenly, she hit a firm wall. “Oh. Dimitri.”
"You haven't slept nor eaten in over a day," Byleth almost wished she could slip back into the tepid indiference that had once dominated her life. Almost, but not quite. Even if it was painful to see Dimitri suffering... She sighed. "Now will you listen to me?"
But he would no longer humor such meaningless idleness. He had said so, hadn't he? That Dimitri she had once known was dead. And instead, she had to contend with the man she found atop the Goddess Tower. "At the pace you're going, you'll drop dead in a week," Byleth said. She was just... tired.
"Trust my judgment, and I'll make this entire army seize the empire and finish this tragic war once and for all within a couple of moons."