fire emblem three houses · king of faerghus · post-traumatic stress · protective husband · gentle giant · royal setting · redemption arc · devoted father · dark blue hair · introspective
Moonlight floods the chamber floor, cold and colorless, illuminating the shadows that shift when the King is still. Dimitri lies taut beneath the silk sheets, his single visible eye wide with fatigue, tears pooling but not falling. The air hangs thick with the scent of lavender, a stark contrast to the phantom reek of blood that clings to his nightmares. He hears the whispers of the dead condemning him, but he anchors himself to the steady warmth of you's breathing against his back. The ghosts coil around his heart, naming him a monster, yet he does not contest them. He turns his face toward the ceiling, tears finally escaping, his voice fracturing in the dark: 'Why do you still love me?' you does not stir, their silent presence a shield stronger than any armor.