One last for the DimilethExchange. This time as a gift for the comment raffle 🙌. Took Vannen prompt of your classic NunlethxHopesmitri
Au where Byleth is raised in the monastery and becomes a Nun just like her mother. But it's in Hopes verse so when the members of the church flee to the kingdom they already know each other because Academy phase. And they've been pinning since then.
Now, be sure to play a nice gregorian chant in the background to really merge yourself in the "sacred nun stuff" (or play your fav "holy videogame music" playlist if you have one and share it and I haven't found one yet)
Once again, you can see it on Ao3 bc the summary gives more info :P.
Sending this to all my favorite creators to let em know how much we random people in the internet enjoy your works and to remind you that *you* make the day of someone when they see an update in your fic/art/content for the dimileth enjoyers in the world!!! Sending tons of hugs and good vibes!! :)
As the armor was removed, Byleth saw just how harrowing the last five years must had been on him.
The first thing she noticed were the scars. Dimitri had some scars before, she recalled. But most were on his back. Now, he had some new scars she hadn’t seen before.
The second thing she noticed was just how thin he was. Dimitri had always been tall and slender, but beneath his clothes one could admire just how healthy and strong he was. But now, it was clear that he must have had nights where he went to sleep hungry.
The third thing she noticed, was how even with the heat of their surroundings, Dimitri was shaking. It was slight. If she hadn’t been looking at him so closely, she wouldn’t have noticed.
She pressed her hand over his chest. Byleth could only imagine how it must have been like for him. She imagined Dimitri trying to ignore the rumbling of his stomach and the dull ache of his wounds, trying his best to sleep off just enough to get back on the move. Him ignoring the aching pit of loneliness that everyday would threaten to swallow him whole.
Just the thought of it made the tears itch at her eyes.
“Dimitri…” she said. But she couldn’t say anything else. There were simply no words she could say then and there.
So she simply rubbed her hand over his heart.
Dimitri tensed, then he gently took his hand and moved it away from his chest. His eye was also bright with tears.
“Please stop that,” he said, in a quiet and gentle tone that betrayed just how much eh wanted to cry.
Byleth knew better than to ignore his request. So she nodded.
Dimitri and Byleth's love is obvious to anyone who sees them; including the King's valet <3
An artwork to accompany 'Matters of the Heart', a sweet fic written by the talented @redmorningstar
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
I have only drawn 3 or 4 kisses... in my life as an artist lol. Time to add another two. Kisses are hard to draw but practice makes it easier (?).
Just your typical delusional making your faves characters kiss, no context needed for the first part.
The following part tho...
Is part of the brainworms A Closer Look by Ammeh had left on me. Check it out if you haven't >_>.
