[It’s strange. She presents to him something like a roadmap — a very vague roadmap, sure — but knowing that he possesses her trust, so much that he might do “what feels right” and touch her however he pleases, is reassuring. It’s the kind of guidance that Byleth always gives him, in and out of the battlefield. General instruction, but an inherent confidence that he may take matters into his own hands if deemed necessary.
None of this is necessity (though his body might be disagree later), but in the midst of an intimacy that remains foreign to him, Dimitri appreciates the advice to act confidently. To be given everything, and to expect the same in return.
He nods, even as she removes his eyepatch, revealing the scarring across his right eye and an iris gone a paler blue in its uselessness.]
It's… unflattering, I know.
[His eye, he means, believing it to be a particularly ugly feature. But Dimitri isn’t concerned about her seeing it so openly (trust, as she said), and his ease of sliding his hands beneath her shirt almost immediately is proof of that. His fingertips are calloused against her skin, his tough never one that knew delicacy, and they run up along her torso and sides, feeling planes of muscle that had all been hidden to him before.]
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None of this is necessity (though his body might be disagree later), but in the midst of an intimacy that remains foreign to him, Dimitri appreciates the advice to act confidently. To be given everything, and to expect the same in return.
He nods, even as she removes his eyepatch, revealing the scarring across his right eye and an iris gone a paler blue in its uselessness.]
It's… unflattering, I know.
[His eye, he means, believing it to be a particularly ugly feature. But Dimitri isn’t concerned about her seeing it so openly (trust, as she said), and his ease of sliding his hands beneath her shirt almost immediately is proof of that. His fingertips are calloused against her skin, his tough never one that knew delicacy, and they run up along her torso and sides, feeling planes of muscle that had all been hidden to him before.]