#f3h dimitri

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the dimitri/sylvain dynamic is the sheer comedic effort of figuring out who develops braincells faster

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As part of my therapy exercises, I've decided to start writing or like putting characters in a situation and watch it all unfold. This will probably be a small series when done.

Summary: Edelgard asks Dimitri’s help in proposing.

WIP progress:

Edelgard had fallen in love with Adrestia’s renowned singer: Dorothea Arnault. He could remember his sister’s shocked face during a long drive to Claude’s party. Dorothea had promoted a song about Edelgard on Fodlan’s Radio station. He had never seen her so flustered and shocked it had freaked him a bit. She hated expressing herself so much, something he had called her out for once during their parents’ funeral. 

He had only seen Dorothea once, during Claude’s party. She had a coldness upon her, as he had remembered, and wasn’t as easily impressed with any of them, despite Sylvain’s best and sincerest efforts. 

“You love her enough, huh?” he asks his sister softly.

This is the same boy who had cried when she left for Enbarr as a child; and even during their worst years, Edie had always admired the steadfast way her brother yields his emotions on his sleeve. Always open, and honest opposed to her cutthroat and walled demeanor. 

“I do, and even more so. I fear you’re the only one who understands what that’s like,”

Dimitri laughs hollowly at her statement before he takes a sip of his wine. He shakes his head and picks on the half-eaten pastry.  Sometimes, her brother scares her. But Edelgard thinks about his losses over the years: his taste for food, his face when it sunk in that his blue bride would never appear, or the terrifying ways he slaughtered his way through court defending the Duscur region from genocide and his violent anger from the court resolution of the Remire tragedy that had almost disbarred him. 

She wonders if he also sees her coldness and ruthlessness in challenging the Holy Church’s laws and corruptions. Her anger and refusal to submit when forced at hand in court. Edelgard knows life had never been fair even as a girl, and she had been adamant, to walk the hard line to make it as fair as she could. It had exhausted her as much as it had her brother. 

But still, they had watched each other from across the dining table as they had when they were children, cautious of one another’s temperament, picking through each other’s plate when the other wasn’t looking. 

“How very kind of you,” He says it with finality and it stings. Rarely is she ever kind, but when she looks back at her brother, there’s a fondness still in those icy blue eyes. And hints of envy? Resentment?

“I’m happy for you El. Really.” He says with sincerity, this time. “After everything, it’s wonderful to see you feel happiness for once.”

She doesn’t know why, but she finds herself tearful at his admission, “Thank you,”