#POST ALDUIN'S DEFEAT SOMEWHERE IN THE SULVARIN ESTATE

[denouemente]

he'd grown used to the life he shared with demetrius now. there were often times he felt he didn't deserve it, that his past as an assassin meant he wasn't worthy of a place like this. of a person like dima, or of his siblings who'd accepted him despite what his presence in their family had caused. the first demetrius sulvarin was dead. dead because dima decided to protect ásgeirr rather than let alduin's ideals surface even more. that was what he'd dreamed about that night. @sanctos was there too, just as he was that very day. but as the sword was raised to smite him, he didn't stand in to stop it from happening. a hateful look in his eye was what he saw as the blade smote him, and then he woke up with a gasp.

it was dark, but he instantly felt a much larger frame encircling his body, something that already worked to lower his pounding pulse. he thinks he woke demetrius up — his deep breathing has quickened again, and ásgeirr scolds himself as he reaches one hand behind him, resting against the other's hip. “ sorry. ” he mumbles, shifting slightly so he can feel dima's bare chest against his bare back. he knows better than this — he knows it, too. but perhaps it's that dream messing with him, perhaps it's his past coming back to bite him. i'm here with you. i'm protecting you. his voice is low in his ear, and he rolls over so he can look at him. “ i know. ” he murmurs, resting his nose against his cheek. “ thank you. ” ásgeirr leaves a kiss against his hairline before settling in this new spot, humming softly albeit contently. “ sorry for waking you up. i haven't had a nightmare since . . . ” since before he fought alduin. demetrius was there too, there to comfort him, though not in this capacity. “ thank you for being here, dima. ”