#aitecrest

“I do not mind…not so much,” he whispered under his breath. Though there were admittedly days when Mikheil’s unanticipated moods and manners were a force to be reckoned with, Dimitri never had the heart to push her away. Not completely, at the very least. 

You keep me busy – Dimitri wants to say. You keep me busy – especially when the silence settles and doubt comes in. When the voices whisper – still demanding for her head even though Dimitri’s long told them to stay down.

@aitecrest​ [ answered ask ] “ dedue ... dedue —- your vibes, let’s see . “ hand settled upon her chin, she’d bounce across from her heel to her toes ; rolling about in thought. crimson hues would squint and then widen, scanning the male, before nodding. satisfied with her internal thought. “ your vibes ? a very pleasing nine out of ten ! as for the one point till ten —- i’d say i’m the only one ya’ need ! KUAHAHA — !! “ she’d been wanting to make that joke for a while.

Dedue’s brow raises as he stares at her blankly for a moment, not sure exactly what is going on. Her loud, ridiculous laugh, her cheesey joke. It really is quite silly, all of it, and all for his amusement. He hides the beginnings of a small quirk of his lips beneath his hand, and then stares down his nose at her slyly. (She is a good deal shorter than him---the smallest, cutest little clown. It’s hard to believe she’s a noblewoman---but that does make her a great deal more likable than the usual sort.) If she was of Faerghus---he would probably assume she was making fun of him. Some cruel, middle school effort to pretend to ask the outcast child out to break their heart. But she’s not, and as such, he appreciates her efforts to try to make him smile. She is strange---but she is not bigoted, or cruel.

“Oh? Are you? The only one? I hope you are prepared to tell all my other suitors.”

(who are you || ACCEPTING )

Soft // @aitecrest

Left, then right. Forward, and back. Raphael could feel his head being tugged every which way, guided oh so mischievously by the grip she held upon his soft, curly locks. A part of him wanted to pull away at the risk of those golden tufts being ripped out entirely, but when he saw the goofy grin plastered upon the other’s face, he remained resolute. In some way, he was reminded of his dear younger sister, with the playful way she danced about in his personal space. Of course, stooped over as he was to allow her easy access to his hair, his neck and back would inevitably start to ache…

“Y’know…” He murmured, reaching up and delicately taking hold of her hand, enough to lower it away from his golden locks. There was a moment further of silence as he straightened his back out, neck rolling back and forth to work out the slight soreness, “I thought about getting my hair cut short again. But, now that I’ve seen how much fun you’re having with it, I might just grow it out even longer!” 

NOTHING about him is the same. The prince he once was gone and was replaced with whatever monster it was that lurked in the cathedral ( with its bloodied hands and foul stenched and blanked heart ). Some would say that everything Dimitri was had been turned on its head ;; Felix says that everything had just turned inside out. That everything he is in this moment had been waiting to beneath the surface. And to that, Dimitri cannot say he is wrong. 

But when an old face told him nothing had changed – he was still as she remembered him to be, the prince felt…solace. Happy, even.

He held his arms in the air – still not quite sure how to deal with this Black Eagle. Even after all these years. When he realized Mikheil wasn’t going to let go, he let a hand fall on her back as if to hold her. 

Unprompted // @aitecrest

The sudden appearance of a fellow diner left Raphael momentarily puzzled. Her voice was enough to catch his attention, but, before he could even respond, she had draped herself across the surface of the table. She was dangerously close to knocking someone’s dishes over..! As a piece of tender meat from the steak he was devouring hung out of his mouth, he carefully, slowly, delicately plucked the dishes nearest to the girl safely out of reach. His eyes fell on her again, and, after taking a moment to noisily slurp up the chunk of food still hanging twixt his lips, he grinned, “Fifty or sixty what? People? Animals? Weapons? I can carry a lot!”

Even fallen trees were within his monstrous limits! When she wondered if she was something he could lift, Raphael couldn’t help but let out a hearty guffaw, rising from his seat at the table and stretching his arms out before him, fingers locked and stretched wrists-forward. “I can definitely lift you up. Watch!”