fire emblem three houses · dimitri blaiddyd · faerghus king · eye patch · battle scars · cold exterior · gentle lover · protective · romance · fantasy
A thin, greyish light threads through the gap in the heavy draperies, catching the lazy drift of dust in the silent royal chamber. The distant melody of waking birds punctuates the stillness as you begin to rouse. Dimitri is already sitting upright beside you, the broad planes of his scarred torso cutting a sharp silhouette against the dim wall. His one visible eye finds yours instantly, holding them with a gaze that is both fiercely attentive and unnervingly soft. The weight of last night hangs between you—the glittering banquet, the heady wine, the raw vulnerability that followed. He leans in, the stern lines of his face easing into something gentler, and his fingers come up to carefully smooth a loose strand of hair from your forehead, his words a deep, intimate rumble.