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Training Troubles | Dimitri and Ephraim

@restoration-prince

Dimitri walked into the training room during his free period. It was his favorite pass-time that allowed him to de-stress from a full day of classes. He wasn’t sure what it was about holding a lance that made him forget all of his duties. Perhaps because it held a promise of something more than a life of royal duties and diplomacy.

While he started his usual warm-ups, he couldn’t help but notice another boy that was training. He was about the same height as himself, perhaps a bit older. Dimitri hadn’t seen him around the monastery before but his hair was a kin to Caspar’s. He had never personally met the heir of House Bergliez, he supposed the two could be related. If he had seen Caspar train with a lance more then he could probably say they were trained in the same territory. The same had been true for him and his friends growing up, at least.

Instead of overthinking it more, Dimitri walked up to the stranger during a break. “Pardon, my interrupting, but I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before. Are you, by chance, a son of Count Bergliez?” he asked to confirm his theory.

#Training Troubles #restoration-prince #the-savior-king #((ngl i feel like ephraim and caspar could pass for brothers))#((idk if youve thought that but its been in the back of my head for the past few days))

No Quarter! | Ingrid & Dimitri

@the-savior-king

“Your Highness, wait.” Ingrid’s stern voice echoed off the dilapidated walls of what once was a grand town just outside Garreg Mach Monastery. Broken arrows, rusted swords, and other remnants of the battle five years ago littered the ground, forgotten since the place’s abandonment. Homes that once housed pious families lay vacant, its windows shattered and doors ripped from their hinges; the aftermath of being pillaged. The oil lanterns that lit the pathways of the town had long gone dry, leaving the two bathed in only the light of the moon. The silence was overbearing.

“Do you honestly think I’d just sit back and let you disappear in search of supplies alone?” She asked, her jaw clenched tight. Her arms were taut at her sides, one hand balled into a fist while the other grasped her lance tightly. The fall of the monastery, their beloved professor vanishing, and the rise of the Empire’s conquest had severely impacted Dimitri. The childhood friend she once knew, kind and determined to become a protective king, had completely transformed into someone she didn’t recognize. Gloomy, haunted, hesitant to interact with anyone. Yet, despite these changes, Ingrid still cared for him. Her allegiance to Dimitri was not only due to his status as Faerghus’s future king, but because he was her friend. She wouldn’t idly stand-by and allow him to go off on his own.

“We can’t afford to take unnecessary risks right now,” She approached Dimitri, her eyes filled with stubborn determination, “whether you like it or not, I’m going with you, Your Highness. Not just as a soldier, but a friend. Nothing you say will change my mind.”

#the-savior-king #x(trk. no quarter!)#x(v. post-academy)#x(c. Here you go~ I hope this works!!)

Remorse | Dedue and Dimitri

@taciturndevotee

The collapsed chapel was a bit warmer today. The setting sun cast through the broken ceiling. As per usual, Dimitri was the only one there. Most of the army had gotten used to his sulking. A few would try to make small talk but they usually gave up and left him to his own thoughts.

Unlike the other times, he was here to contemplate the present. One of his closest friends, whom he believed perished in his place, had been alive this entire time. Now that they had been reunited, all Dimitri felt was shame. Surely, Dedue thought he was a lost cause, a wasted effort. And honestly, the boar could hardly blame him.

#Remorse #taciturndevotee #the-savior-king

Honorary Blue Lion | Dimitri and Bernadetta

@huntersvarley

It was the day of the Goddess’ Rite of Rebirth and everyone was on edge. With the rise of a mysterious threat, the class had been put to the task of guarding the monastery. They had all come to the conclusion that the enemy would target the Holy Mausoleum. While the other classes were spread out, on alert, the Blue Lions stuck close to the cathedral. It wasn’t long before there suspicions were proven right.

The professor had greatly stressed the importance of staying in a group. At the bare minimum, they be in pair if separated. Keeping this in mind, Dimitri stayed behind to make sure there were no stragglers. His class would need all the help they could get until the knights arrived, not to mention that he couldn’t bare the thought of any of his classmates being cornered.

Among all of the guests, a familiar head of purple hair stood out. The young prince ran as fast as he could to the girl. “Bernadetta! The enemy’s in the mausoleum. You need to come with!”

#Honorary Blue Lion #huntersvarley #the-savior-king #((I DID IT))

Practice Makes Perfect | Dimitri and Byleth

@monastery-mercenary

Dimitri walked through the monastery in search of the professor. It was only the middle of the week and he had gone through at least four training lances. There was something about the way they were built that was far different from the ones he trained with in Fhirdiad. The young prince figured if anyone could help him, it would be the professor.

While he couldn’t find her in her usual spots, his last resort was to check the dorms. Dimitri didn’t really want to bother the professor in her private quarters but he was left with no other choice. If he snapped any more lances, Professor Jeritza would surely yell at him.

Dimitri knocked on the door firmly. “Professor Byleth, I have a quick question about training, if you’re not busy.”

#Practice Makes Perfect #monastery-mercenary #the-savior-king

Heavy Shoulders | Dimitri and Mercedes

@benevolent-angel

#benevolent-angel #Heavy Shoulders #the-savior-king #ferpx3Hspoilers #((AHHHHH))#((i havent written angst in forever))

Keeping Control | Open

Clashes of steel echoed through the training hall. Dimitri practiced alone with a training dummy and his lance. While he trained into the late evening, the young prince was quickly lost in the movements. It was something that happened often the more he trained. He let his thoughts wander as he planted excise blows on the dummy. Usually the only repercussion was losing focus of his strength and-SNAP-... breaking his lance.

The breaking of his lance brought Dimitri back to reality. With a deep sigh he walked over and retrieved the other half. Examining the splintered wood, he cursed under his breath.

“I need to keep better control of my strength.” he muttered to himself. At least it was just a training lance. Dimitri thought as he replaced the broken lance with his back-up.

And with that Dimitri returned to his training, drowning out his surroundings and focusing only on his blows. He was so concentrated that he didn’t even hear someone enter.

#the-savior-king #Keeping Control #ferpxopen #((i kept it vague so it can be in either fodlan or askr))#((anyone can reply!))

Brighter Days | Dimitri and Dedue

@taciturn-shield

Another week at the academy had come and gone. On one of his only free days, Dimitri usually spent at least half of it in the training hall. As usual his most loyal friend and vassal, Dedue was sparring with him. By the time they were finished sparring, it was well into the afternoon. Judging by sudden influx of students, they had trained through lunch.

The young prince walked over to the side to let some of the other students use the training field. He set down his training lance and grabbed the two canteens from the side-lines. Knowing Dedue would be behind him, Dimitri passed one of the leather pouches back to him.

“My apologies, Dedue. It seems I lost track of time today.” He said through exhausted pants.

#Brighter Days #taciturn-shield #the-savior-king #((i meant to post this last night but i fell asleep :Y))

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