guide or cry ( dimitri ).
nonverbal starters // @saereviaccepting.
HER TOUCH STARTLES HIM AT FIRST, the tears streaking down his face unnoticed. emotions had always been hard to control for the prince, but he always tried. tried so hard, in fact, right then and there it seems he had been out of touch with them enough not to realize the tears. it jolts him into wiping them off, an apology stumbling out of his lips as he realizes how unsightly it must be, the future crown bearer so frail, so undone, right before the eyes of his regal advisor. what a sorry excuse of a heir apparent, what a terrible thing, to have been the one to survive instead of his father—
he shudders, shrinking into himself, already taller than most his peers at this age. find your composure, you sorry boy, find your center.
“i-i apologize, lady karma, i did not mean to...” look so weak, so pathetic, so unworthy of your guidance—yet, before dimitri can continue, he hears her shush him gently and the hand that remained on his own side grasps a little tighter at his own side, almost tight enough to strain the fabric. he chokes up a sob before placing his forehead oh so gently upon her shoulder at her coaxing. “i... if you insist...”
as she wraps him into a gentle hug, one hand still wiping at his tears, he wonders briefly if this is what a motherly embrace should have felt like, unfamiliar a concept as it may be.