☂ gives mercie ... his big fluffy cloak ... warm ..
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☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm .
perhaps the bite of the chill had affected her somehow. the bitter cold awakening gooseflesh + numbed digits. it wasn't as if mercedes had made it very apparent to dimitri, though, perhaps her sneeze ---- not unlike a kitten's, gave some tell to her well - being.
she remembered her first winter at the academy. she remembered ashe and annette playing in the snow, she remembered making hot cocoa for her entire class to enjoy. and most of all --- she'd remembered the bright smile on dimitri's face.
memories of the past played constantly through her mind like the present. time mixed in with itself, moments swirling into existence, and she's unable to forget. she sees the innocent children in all their frivolity before her in reality. she saw ---- she saw emile, proudly presenting his first ( successful ) snowman.
it haunted her, and with the king standing beside her, she couldn't help but wonder --- was it haunting him, too ?
a heavy weight on her frame snapped her from her nostalgic trance. was it the numbness ? or the void of life around them?? though, it was ---- warm. his cloak shrouded her entirely, fur wholly encasing her figure.
ocean eyes widened in suprise, finally directing her attention to him after the many minutes they had spent together. she notices the light dusting of snow beginning to pile on his armor, the small smile on tight lips, and --- the ever so slight flush on stoic cheeks. a side - effect of the cold, though, despite his overcoat only enveloping her body, she'd felt her face heat up, as well.
" taking tips from sylvain ?" a large smile took up the majority of her face, reddened hands pulling the battle - torn furs closer against her. it felt as if an embrace to her loneliness, a shield to memories threatening to spoil over time.
he needed this too, she was sure she wasn't the only one watching the past unfurl before her, this academy was an unknown home for ghosts. some of them still lived. one arm caught underneath his cloak, having to stand on her toes in order to place it around his shoulder farthest from her. quite close now, mercedes could only look at her feet.
" thank you, dimitri. " her aforementioned playful voice was replaced by a softer and much more genuine one. " you're always looking after us, even now, aren't you ? "