[their progress into a relationship is, by all means, a glacial pace kind of commitment. with the war moving along as it does, losses in the battlefield and drawing ever closer to a conclusion that makes all of them restless, there has been a kind of solace found in quiet talks and shared fears and holding each other tight. byleth isn't sure she does very well at expressing how much it means to her—dimitri's almost blind trust towards her and the way his gaze softens when their eyes meet.]
[and while little is questioned in terms of who grows closer with whom, byleth finds solace in knowing that her feelings are very much returned, and that those around her jest and tease dimitri, confirming that yes, in fact, this much is true.]
[ghosts and regrets still haunt the young king to be, however, and byleth is familiar with nightmares that seem too real. she witnesses her beloved's desperate thrashing in his sleep far too often, and tonight, while sleep escapes her, she is not surprised to see him walking about the monastery—his expression that of a man lost, mumbling to himself.]
Dimitri.
[she calls quietly, but loud enough to be heard in the courtyard, and makes her way towards him—a hand immediately seeking his own, concern on her face.]
Can't sleep?
[the answer is clear, but she wishes to give him the opportunity to says what he wishes and keep locked away what he wants.]
no subject
[and while little is questioned in terms of who grows closer with whom, byleth finds solace in knowing that her feelings are very much returned, and that those around her jest and tease dimitri, confirming that yes, in fact, this much is true.]
[ghosts and regrets still haunt the young king to be, however, and byleth is familiar with nightmares that seem too real. she witnesses her beloved's desperate thrashing in his sleep far too often, and tonight, while sleep escapes her, she is not surprised to see him walking about the monastery—his expression that of a man lost, mumbling to himself.]
Dimitri.
[she calls quietly, but loud enough to be heard in the courtyard, and makes her way towards him—a hand immediately seeking his own, concern on her face.]
Can't sleep?
[the answer is clear, but she wishes to give him the opportunity to says what he wishes and keep locked away what he wants.]