𝑫𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒓𝒊 𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒚𝒅

"I will save her. I will show her the right path, no matter what it takes. No matter what to end this war." 🔹 Flipped to Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd 🔹Mostly lewd 🔹Switch 🔹Male or female based on route 🔹School Phase or Time Skip 🔹♡ + ↻ #ferp #lewdrp #fe3hrp

How fights with @LADY_HRESVELG start vs how they seem to always end up.

Facing off with @crims0nFlowers in the heated pitch of battle. By any means necessary, there will be no escape from his grasp for the emperor. Not until she's brought home once more.

"Ones like her... That would show no compassion and stab us in the back without a thought. Without any remorse. She must be stopped." He paused, letting Mercedes' words hone him to focus and be comforted while eating. "I don't know if we should try and find backup first."

Emotional shock hit him like a brick. His own torment felt deserved, but not one as kind as her. "No. Never again. I won't let us go back to that crushing loneliness. Not until my dying breath." A few deep breaths, and he was ready to dig into his eggs. Soothed by the meal.

Rolling his shoulders, his dour visage softened, though a pang of guilt still remained besides. "Part of me still worries that hunger made me more ferocious. That I deserve nothing but anger to sustain me." Though he soon shook it off. "Scrambled eggs will do me just fine."

"I... I actually agree. I can't believe it, but I feel rested for the first time in so long." He spoke, mild surprise in his voice as he stretched. "I'll help you get breakfast ready before we move out." He offered, walking together into the remains of the mess hall.

That comforting melody coincided with his breathing slowing, body releasing the tightness from fear and desperation in his sleep. After a time, he hums with each breath to squeeze on before letting her go. "That was beautiful... Much like my mother's singing when I was a child."

"You'll have to forgive me. For I may keep you waiting on breakfast for some time yet." At that, his hold around her tightened, tear rolling down his cheek. "Thankfully, I should have a few eggs scavenged from a day or two ago. But I need your warmth more than food right now."

His breathing was ragged and intense as he awoke, eye open to the warm embrace of her body, ghosts far behind him. "Will you let me stay right here with you... For a little longer at least?" He spoke out as he squeezed onto her tightly, hugging to welcome the comforting dawn.

Dimitri felt a calm while he slept that he hadn't experienced in years. Though inevitably the nightmares came, he pushed them away, sleeping through by hugging tighter onto Mercedes. Until eventually he found himself waking, spooning together with even breath. "Thank you..."

His drifting into sleep listed further, snuggling as their bodies fit together. "I'll protect you, Mercedes... No matter what... Never letting go again..." He murmured, trailing off. For once, he found peace, cuddling close with her all night long to keep the nightmares away.

His eye closed softly, breathing settling as he pulled her back to lay down with him. Arms clutched her form, happily squeezing on with care not to hurt. "I thought for sure I'd have to carry this burden alone. But now I have you with me again. And I won't lose anyone anymore."

He moved a hand to unfasten buckles on his maille, letting the armor come off to relax. Soon then his arms wrapped around her, leaning his head against her shoulder to sweetly rest. "I've missed all this... So much. With you here, it feels like I might have my life back."

He quirked a brow up in curiosity at the remark, chuckling as they sat. "It'll be nice not to think about sleeping in my armor for once. To not have to worry about an ambush in the night." An arm wrapped around her shoulders as they sat, draping his cape around them both.

"Thankfully, some rooms are intact. The church building was set ablaze... But the student dorms are here." Returning back again, it seemed poetic that his old dorm room was there intact, just as he left it five years ago. "So long as you don't mind my old bed and pillows."

He could feel his heartbeat quicken, the washing sense of relief and comfort hitting him just as much as the fullness of the soup eased his empty stomach. "My thoughts exactly. To share under what blankets I have and my fur cloak. To ease each other's suffering while we rest."