#groznilev

[nessblessed-moved]

@groznilev || X || Dimitri & Byleth

“While I appreciate you being here, you didn’t have to join me. I thought you had plans with Mercedes?”

Sitting in a pew and praying wasn’t something that he thought Dimitri would be privy to do. Granted, he never saw himself as being someone to take part in church services either. Not until he’d come to the monastery and had sudden...urges. Not bad ones! Just ones that often than not brought him to the cathedral and found him praying. Or listening in on a short sermon. Or quietly singing along to some hymn the choir was practicing.

He’d never been so pious until they’d arrived at Garreg Mach. His own father had noted the change and Byleth could not give him an answer as to why. 

Regardless of all that, he was usually content to take a quick trip to the cathedral himself. But having company now and again was nice. Especially when it was one of his students.

“She said something about you two practicing your sewing techniques. I never thought of you as someone who sews.”

[khorosvein]

@groznilev asked: “Do they look familiar?” The prince peered at her as he set down the fine china and the tea he prepared for the two of them. “Dedue says they were blossoms from Duscur. Apparently the professor and him have been bonding over planting such seeds. Dedue gave me a pot of one of their sprouts, but perhaps they’d find a better and more attentive owner with you.”

  The flowers of Duscur are difficult to confuse or forget, even if her childhood memories begin to lose their details. She always recalls the floral smell of the fields clearly along with scattered images of her and others running through the landscape. She always remembers how those times made her feel - safe.

  His voice pulls her out of her thoughts. She gives him a soft smile. “ They are. I haven’t seem them for quite a while, though. ”

  Her mind trails off on an unrelated thought - she thinks that she feels the same way now like she did back in those fields even if it’s for a few moments. 

  She giggles. “ It’s a gift; you can’t give it to me. What would Dedue think if he saw that you gave them to me instead ? ” 

  ‘ Bonding over planting ’, huh ?

  “ If you’re so worried about the sprouts, why don’t I help you with them ? ” A frown appears on her face, but it’s exaggerated - a tease. “ If I don’t take them and you end up killing them by mistake, I’ll cry and join another house ... I’m just kidding. ”

  A second smile appears, wider than the first. 

  “ When they bloom, maybe you can sketch them. I think I saw some supplies from a merchant yesterday. I’ll buy the sketch from you, and I’m not kidding this time. ”

[mercenaryhearted]

Adrian: Mom can you put my shoes on

Byleth: I don't think they'll fit me

sound of Dimitri banging his fist on the desk as he tries not to laugh

[mercedist]

   -- && @groznilev

   “ DIMITRI, good day.” Mercedes greeted the crown prince with the tender smile she often wore on her face. Hands folded in front of her person, Mercedes gave a slight bow before resuming her regular posture. “I was just about to go for some tea. Would you be willing to accompany me?”

[herblatank]

groznilev liked your post “starter call. ”

Strawberry cake? in season perhaps. With some good herbal tea to go with it. He puts down the plate gently, acting more like a butler then... anything else. 

 “Have your studies been well?”

[sabuleum]

“I um — Hello again,” He flushes, quite embarrassed as he slides a lance cleaved in two. Again. “It seems that my strength has gotten the best of me again and I’ve, well, broken my lance…again. D-do you think you could still repair it?” Oh, he hopes so. The professor paid quite a sum of money to get him this weapon.

Their expression looks almost pained for a moment, taking the fractured spear in either hand. Faerghus’ prince had a real sincerity in his words, apologetic and proper, but in that moment, the smith really wanted to knock him over the head with something. And this had a pole made of snakewood!

honestly, they would almost be impressed by the strength such a break required, if a sigh wasn’t already falling from tired lips.

“I can.” hardly reassuring, considering their sound of defeat. “the break can be mended with resin, and reinforced with a steel band; but for your sake, I can’t work with anything less than black sand steel. I’m not sure you’d even make it out of the marketplace if I don’t.”

[schemingdeer]

continued with @groznilev from x.

“Strategic retreat...”

His words were hollow as the sound of the rain welcomed itself all around them, his palm still pressed firmly against his head all the while. Usually, his bluster and bravado would be enough to lighten up any day-- be it on the battlefield or in the halls of Garreg Mach-- but Dimitri’s worry was enough to cut into even the Riegan boy like a blade through flesh.

However, his frown did not remain for long. Instead, with his heart strong and his eyes hiding any regret, Claude was able to manage a coy smile; Dimitri surely knew this look well.

“Listen,” began Claude, his mysterious, emerald eyes fixated on the prince’s very own of pristine blue. “At no point would my schemes ever put any of my allies in a position where their lives are my bargaining chips. See me as a cheat, or a snake, or even an outsider-- that doesn’t matter-- but you have my word that there was no way I was going to let the Kingdom’s Number One Stickler meet his end at the tip of some bandit’s spear.”

Giving a rather content sigh, the key to the Leicester Alliance’s future placed his hands behind his head. Angry wasn’t the word he’d use to describe the ailed face of the prince that stood before him. Instead, worried and upset were the two words he found trickling into his mind, and with care he made sure that his next statement-- as riddled with that Riegan nature as it would be-- came from a place one could call a heart.

“My strategic retreat wasn’t some ploy to save myself, Dimitri. Instead, I knew you’d not only be able to hold your own against the enemies pursuing us, but also that they’d be so fixated on collecting the most precious head of Faerghus that they wouldn’t see that they’d already so easily fallen onto my trap. I’ll do what I can to keep you more informed on what goes on in this ever-spinning head I call my well of witticisms and schemes, but don’t go thinking I’d ever just let you die on some crusty battlefield. You’re a wayyyyy bit more to me as an ally than that.”

[fatedsummoner]

“I admit, finding ourselves here in Askr was not planned but…There is no better teacher than experience OR seasoned heroes fighting side by side. You’ve fashioned quite a formidable army, summoner. You should be proud.”

“Uh, sorry about that?” 

He felt a tad bit embarrassed about summoning Dimitri and the others to Askr, unfortunately, Kiran held no control to whom appeared and when. The mysterious divine weapon worked upon its own accord without input from anyone working in ways that he was not so certain liked to know about. Regardless, grateful for their appearance. 

Kiran rubbed his neck. “I don’t think I really deserve all the credit and praise, the heroes, like yourself, that deserve it far more than I. But… I’m grateful for everyone here lending their strength helping to fight off this threat, so, thanks Dimitri. I… we all are thankful.” 

@groznilev

[scngstcss]

Dima — He tries to restrain himself from severing ( another ) lance in two. Even when this one’s splitters were already digging into him. It seemed to Dimitri that the songstress was always catching him at the most embarrassingly candid of moments “ Where…./Who/ told you of suck a nickname ?? “ ((Call him Dima call him Dima call him Dima ))

@groznilev

Those actions of his didn’t escape from the watchful eye of the songstress. She tried to hold back her sly grin but it still was seen in her eyes. The emerald gaze shined sweetly at the reactions she’d gotten out of the leader of the Blue Lions’ house. Dimitri himself was caught - once again - off guard by her! The one and only Mystical Songstress. The feeling os silly pride was welling up in her chest as she let out soft laughter, clearly enjoying his inquiry. 

“Now-now, the spear has done no wrong to you but served its very best!” Dorothea was not stepping back in fear or apologizing for such behavior towards the future prince of the kingdom. In her eyes, he was just another classmate. Someone to study with on an equal level, even though internally her anxiety once again spoke up of how she didn’t belong to Garreg Mach. “To answer your question, I know how to speak to people,”  Sylvain and Ingrid were quite helpful in this task. “A~and I probably looked into customs of Faerghus to see how your name can be shortened, Dima. It’s a cute nickname, or are you embarrassed to hear it from me?”

The songstress laughed once more, but she never meant any harm. Thus, she resumed her speech. “I promise to call you that only when no one’s ‘round if you wish to. Or stop altogether if you are absolutely uncomfortable. But I gotta admit, you look positively adorable.”

[heirofgautier]

“Sylvain — ah, just the man I was looking for. Care to join me for tea, old friend ? “ He didn’t know how well this plan would work, but perhaps he if he occupied that special tea time slot…There would one maiden less for Sylvain to bother and break. He doesn’t typically play this card but — “ You wouldn’t say no to your good friend and the crown prince….Would you...? “

“Uh- what?” He was taken by surprise at the invitation, mostly because it was probably the first time Dimitri had made one since before they’d come to the academy.  Given, he was usually out of the main campus once classes were over, so he was harder to find.  Seeing each other now was mostly an accident.

He hadn’t found any girls yet today, though, so he shrugged.  “Sure, sounds like fun.” Well maybe not really.  Usually when his old friends asked to spend an extended amount of time with him, it was so they could admonish him for something.

[restease-blog]

“ I don’t understand how people keep doing this to themselves. ” Linhardt has to force himself to look as he works , the sight of blood alone enough to make his stomach feel uneasy. Sealing a wound with magic was easy enough. Cleaning what was left and examining what magic could remedy , though ... that was something else entirely. The crest scholar swallows as he presses a damp cloth to red skin.

It was a training injury. It was small. But it still wasn’t a pleasant sight by any means. 

“ Ugh. It’s making me sick just looking at it. ”

[khorosvein]

@groznilev

  “ My ... ” ‘ Pity ’ is not the appropriate word. “ concern for you -- ”

  She wants to approach this matter with enough delicacy to keep it from being an unsavory conversation, but being direct can pay off in its own right. 

  “ ... Is it really that bad ? ”

  Not that the situation particularly wounds her heart or anything of the sort. She’s just ... intrigued ( troubled ?  ) when it comes to him. It’s not typical behavior for her to pry, but she’s also never been one to hold back her words. And if he’s willing to entertain her question with an answer, then perhaps speaking of it won’t end up being a bad choice.

[mercenaryhearted]

When did Byleth realize she has feelings for Dimitri? 👀👀👀👀

Honestly? Not until she was standing in front of her parents grave.

Byleth probably had feelings for him before that, but she already had trouble processing emotions in general so none of that would’ve been obvious to her. It’s even likely that some of the other blue lions might’ve noticed her feelings before she did. 

Especially since there was just SO much going on, she was worried about so many different things. Heck, she barely had time to process that she had been gone for 5 whole years. So romance hadn’t even occurred to her until she was in front of their grave, and she remembered her fathers words.

But when she stopped to wonder who she’d want to spend her life with, it was shocking to her just how immediately Dimitris face came to mind. Just how sure she was that there was no one else in the world she’d rather marry. 

[mercedist]

✘what do you wish you could tell your little brother right now?

My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks (1/10)

   “ WHAT I would say to Emile?” Mercedes furrowed a brow and let out a sigh. It had been a long time since she last saw her brother. Where was he now? How was he doing? Was he eating well? Was he sleeping properly? She had many concerns that lingered and many unanswered questions.

   Gaze pointed downward, Mercedes struggled with her words. If she were honest there were countless things she wished she could tell Emile. She wished to tell him about her life at the academy, about her endeavors with baking, about her friends she had made, about many things, far too many to count.

   “If I could…” Mercedes began, another sigh slipping past her lips. The solemn expression on her face soon turned into a gentle one with a soft smile stretched across her lips. Tears began to form in her eyes as her words choked in the back of her throat. Only after a moment would she be able to speak. “If I could tell Emile anything right now… I’d tell him that his big sister loves him with all of her heart and that I miss him dearly.”

[herblatank]

groznilev replied to your post “good day. dedue will die for dimitri. ”

Pls don’t

Dimitri servant first, human second!!!!

[azuredmoon]

groznilev --> AZUREDMOON !!

JULY. new URL ;; same old Slavic Dimitri bs