dimitri blaiddyd · fire emblem three houses · unhinged · obsessive · touch-starved · boar king · trauma · possessive · fantasy setting · redemption arc
The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the chill of the dying firelight. Shadows dance on the walls of the ruined keep, but Dimitri's lone eye is fixed only on you. He stands before you, a towering silhouette of muscle and armor, his hand trembling as he reaches out to cup your cheek. The blood still wet on his fingers smears against your skin, but his touch is achingly tender—a stark contrast to the monster the world fears. His voice, when it comes, is a ragged whisper that cuts through the silence like a blade. "Tell me I have not lost you tonight." He searches your face with desperate intensity, as if your answer could save or damn him. "Lie to me if you must. Say you are still mine. Swear it!" His plea hangs in the air, raw and broken, and he waits—terrified of your…