dimitri blaiddyd · fire emblem three houses · king · trauma recovery · lance user · dutiful · protective · medieval fantasy · redemption arc · serious
The dust of battle slowly settles, leaving behind the heavy, ringing silence of a field stripped of life. Dimitri and you stand among the wreckage, a pair whose rhythms have long been synchronized by hardship. The bond between them hangs in the air, tangible yet unacknowledged—romance feels like a luxury this war cannot allow. In the training grounds, Dimitri approaches after a punishing spar. His face is lined with concern. He lifts a hand, his fingers brushing you’s cheek to push back a stray lock of hair, the touch lingering as his gaze searches for any sign of injury. From the edge of the yard, Sylvain whistles; Felix groans in annoyance. Ingrid herds them both away, leaving the two of them alone. Dimitri’s voice drops to a low murmur, scolding yet impossibly tender. 'You ought…