#𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙬? [ 𝘛𝘰 𝘞𝘢𝘳 - 𝘔𝘪𝘥 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘱 ]

[endlesscacophony]

@beycndfates said: It was almost comedic how long it took her to merely walk from the counter to the tables. She stood there far too long after she had been handed the item requested from the cook brewed the cup that was gripped in her hand. Her footsteps were too methodical, though silent as she approached and set the cup down in front of him, hiding her face by looking to the side. “I apologize for intruding, I just felt this may help,” Khione spoke quietly, “Chamomile is good for headaches — or so I read. If you do not want it that is fine! I just thought it might help your pain. I’ve had similar—“ She stopped herself, giving a quick bow of respect, “Excuse my ramblings, I’ll be off then!” (For our boi dimiii)

The events that had unfolded over the last several weeks where unlike anything Dimitri had come across, unlike anything that he felt he could properly stand. Starting with Edelgard revealing herself to be the traitorous wretch that she was, secretly working alongside those that had killed her own mother all this time. He supposed, though, that after that, it was only a matter of time before the next several events followed suit, the declaration of war, the surge of imperial soldiers, and now the attack on Garreg Mach's holy ground. Perhaps she thought it to be a strategic attack, one where she could wipe the church along with the heirs to the other two countries in Fodlan off the map at the same time.

Taking out two birds with a single stone, he supposed. But alas, it didn't work, the church despite the damage was still standing, alongside the students who still remained inside.

The Black Eagle house had disappeared weeks ago, leaving the whole of them complacent in Edelgard's schemes, while the Golden Deer and Blue Lion houses had been left behind, left to fend for their very lives in a declaration of war none of them wished for. A war that that woman started, a war that Dimitri would end. kill her, kill her TAKE HER HEAD - !!

Dimitri's head settled in his hand for a moment, the pulsing of another wave of this headache settling on his shoulders as he attempted to rid himself of them. Attempting to push them away from the forefront of his mind have proved more and more difficult as time has passed on. But even still, he did what he must, pushed on through it all to ensure that those around him were properly taken care of. While most of the students were out, already headed to their homes to recuperate and prepare for the war to come. Some were still unconscious, injured from the attack, they were the reason Dimitri remained, despite the urging to return to Fhirdiad from those around him, he was not going to abandon those under his charge. And while his title of 'house leader' was all but moot, they were still his friends, still those he cherished be it in his own house or the Golden deer.

But waiting for others to heal enough to make the trip back was a difficult process, one that failed to see much progress as the hours passed on. There was little for him to do. Truly there was little that could be done at all, even with the healers tending to them all. Perhaps that was why he found himself here, in the mess hall once more, settled at the end of one of the long tables, staving off a headache that hasn't left him for weeks.

He supposes his own suffering was obvious, despite his best intentions, if the other's approach meant anything. Instantly, he sat up straighter, gentle blue eyes widen as he watched her, glancing to the cup of tea in her hands, still steaming from the hot water within it. "Oh," He moved to stand, to assist her with taking the cup that must be hurting her by this point. "Thank you, I -"

“Excuse my ramblings, I’ll be off then!”

His appreciation was halted on his lips, cut off not only by her excuse to leave his presence, but by his own call out to her, "I - Khione - !" He supposes it was a bit too loud for the quiet shuffling of the mess hall. He cleared his throat, fist raised to his lips as he averted his gaze, taking a mere moment to collect himself before he looked to her again.

"Apologies, I didn't mean to startle you," He started again, "I just ... I wanted to thank you properly ... for the tea," He gestured to the cup steaming before him on the table, "Perhaps you'd like to join me?" Long gone were the tea times shared with friends in the gardens outside, teas and cakes displayed on an elegant platter meant to be shared over polite conversation. All that a distant memory burnt asunder outside the door, now they were all that remained.

"I realized I hadn't really had the chance to check in on you after everything that happened," A true failing on his part, as a student of the blue lions house, he should have done more to ascertain that everyone was truly unharmed. While, he did all he could to help and assist where he was able, but between the debilitating headaches, the reminder that he, himself, should be heading home and the cacophonous accompaniment of voices rioting in his mind, it had grown quite difficult to concentrate, let alone remember everything that he must do. failure, foolish MONSTER, DISGUSTING WRETCH - !!

"Only if you have a moment, I don't wish to distract you if there are other matters that you need to attend to."

[endlesscacophony]

@mercyburned​ said: ❛ is it really you? ❜ / Clare for Dimi

Disoriented, everything in his sight was sideways, stilted almost beyond recognition - whether that was the state of his actually vision itself, or the effects of the injuries he’d sustained were beyond him. He stumbled, barely able to get one foot past the other as he made his way through the woods. Everything hurt, the pain shot through him with every step, every blink, every movement of his body. The voices echoed loudly through his mind, their words painful not only to the headache, but the wound to his right eye -- blood, murder, MURDERER, kill her you have to kill her she needs to die do it do it DO IT --

He wasn’t sure where he was, all he knew was that he’d been heading south, but he was in too much pain to fully realize where he was anymore. He’d long since strayed from any path he’d decided to take, especially the main road - all of them far too dangerous, they were searching for him, they had to be. Even if they weren’t, he couldn’t risk it, he couldn’t let Dedue’s sacrifice go to waste.

Dimitri trudged into a field when he decided he’d warranted a break of any kind, pressing his back to a tree and sliding down, wincing as he all but fell to the ground below. Goddess above, he wasn’t sure what to do, what could he do? He needed to get somewhere safe, it was getting dark soon, he was starving and exhausted --

“is it really you?”

Dimitri jolted, fear striking a cord deep in his chest as he pushed himself up to his feet, hands grabbing his lance with practiced grace. He was unstable, swaying on his feet as he looked at the person who’d approached him, the woman appeared shocked.

“I - Who are you - ?” He squared his shoulders, attempting to seem more stable than he truly was, there was something about her, he couldn’t put his finger on it. She seemed familiar in a way he couldn’t describe, not someone he saw often, but he knew her, didn’t he? 

Dimitri shook his head for a moment, attempting to clear his thoughts, “I - I’m sorry, I -”