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King spotted.
“You better not be sneaking off Dima.”
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@azuredmoon
King spotted.
“You better not be sneaking off Dima.”
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Byleth sighed, relaxing her fighting pose as the young prince came charging at her. She easily side stepped him, even managing to trip him as he went past. A moment before his face would meet dirt she gripped his lance and used it to pull him up.
“What’s the matter Dimitri, attack me,” she said throwing her weapon aside and turning her back to him. The message was clear.
“You lack focus. You cannot battle your enemy if you’re still battling yourself,” There was no need for her to wait for a reply and so she didn’t. Instead she wordlessly exited the training area and sat on the bench, fully expecting Dimitri to follow suit. “It seems that fight still weighs heavily on your mind,”
She took a sip of water, though given the abysmal work out he gave her, she really didn’t need it. . “On my first day I asked you all to think of what you were fighting for and if it was worth giving your life. Perhaps I was mistaken though. Perhaps I should’ve asked you if it was worth giving someone elses life for,”
She glanced in his direction, eyes staring straight into his own. “Fighting will always be inherently selfish, Dimitri, regardless of your reasoning. If you are unable to accept this fact I suggest you hang up your lance. The battlefield is not for those lacking in resolve”
@azuredmoon / a plotted starter.
despite a small map at hand and some directions from a helpful fellow student, the size of this place overwhelms. you feel a little lost, HOMESICK to an extent. you miss your friends, your grandfather. you wish celica came with you —— & not for the first time. yet you won’t be an apt king if all you know is war, bloodshed, and turbulent times. you must learn.
the training grounds end up an easy find. you slip inside, away from the curious looks. (not that they bother you. you get it; you stand out like a sore thumb without the academy - issued uniform.) look around. only one person seems to be in the middle of training. is that him?
you clear your throat, one hand at the hip. ❛ sorry to interrupt... but you are dimitri, leader of the blue lions, right? they told me i should speak with the house leaders before—— oh, right. i am alm. you could say i'm a transfer student. ❜
To Mister Claude von Riegan
😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎
Name: Anara Batıma Aliyev Age: 22 Do you like to cuddle?: Of course Can we make-out?: I don’t know, your highness, can we? A night in or dinner out?: We’ll enjoy ourselves a night out before we have our night in. We’ll eat, join a feast — might even dance if I’m in the mood Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Strawberries, sweet fruits, and candied ones are preferred What makes you a good Valentine?: I’m your fiancé. We’ve missed quite a few and I’d like you to make up for it. Show me how the Fodlan folk do it. Would you cook for me?: Sure Would you let me cook for you?: Only if you promise not to break the silverware
“now, now, anara, my little pomegranate, my cleverest arrow, how many times are you going to bring up the time i broke the silverware? i told you it was an honest-to-goddess accident. i replaced it ten times over, did i not? i’ll be gentle this time, i promise, but ... no future wife of mine will toil on the day of devotion. wear your finest for the feast — i want to see you shimmer like gold when we dance.”
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“This isn’t my fault. I told Professor that I didn’t want to wok with you.” Felix finally starts showing up for classes and this is how he’s rewarded? Weeding? Even asking the professor specifically wasn’t enough to get him out of it. If anything, Felix’s persistence probably only encouraged them to pair him with Dimitri. Something about fostering teamwork, having someone to watch his back on the battlefield, yada yada. It all seems pretty useless, especially since it’s taking out of the time he would normally spend in the training grounds. “I don’t see how weeding is supposed to help us in battle...”
In fact, Felix barely knows where to begin. He stands on the lawn, looking out at the expanse of green (with a few flowers mixed in here and there) with his hand on his hip, lips set into a seemingly permanent frown. The longer he watches the grass, though, the more impossible the task seems. What a waste of time. “Fine. Let’s get to work. The sooner we’re done the sooner I can stop looking at your ugly mug.”
dimitri vc TAKE /THIS/ TO CHURCH, PROFESSOR
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Was Dimitri pointing to himself? The action as well as the shouting caught Byleth off guard. A brow quirked upward in confusion.
“Dimitri, if you wanted to go to church, all you had to do was ask.”
#{ they are friends !!!! }
she weeps.
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Maya marched up to Dimitri, with a confident smile and a stride to match, or at least as much of a confident stride as she could manage while carrying 30 different things at once. She was holding everything under the sun from paints, a lyre, several left shoes, and worryingly enough rope, among other oddities.
“Listen up princey-pants! The names Maya Fey! Now let me into the Blue Lions or I’ll be forced to beat everyone in your house and embarrass you guys for reasons of me definitely not being bitter!”