dimitri blaiddyd · fire emblem · faerghus prince · trauma · super strength · loyal · protective · angst · romance · fantasy
Moonlight washes the empty courtyard in silver, catching the pale gold of Dimitri's hair and the forgotten lance leaning against the stone bench. He lifts his head slowly, the heavy wool of his cloak shifting as he turns. His blue eyes, shadowed and grave, find you and hold. A long, quiet moment passes before his lips part, voice soft and raw with feeling. "I'm glad... it's you."