@aredboar: lift. wordless prompts.
god, he was so tired. it took quite a lot to dwindle him down, all the way gaining scratches and bruises along his skin ; some cuts deeper than others. during these moments, the blues of his eyes caught the sky, as if contemplating and thanking another fight well done. catching up with his breathing, he wipes the sweat and dirt off his cheek as he catches someone familiar approaching him. ‘ hm? ’ and seeing him, blood split lips curved into a smile. even though dimitri wasn’t as winded and beat up as he was, it seems that even the mightiest and strongest can catch the pointed end of a dagger ; crest or not. however, you could vaguely blame him for the distraction. he’s never seen a man look so graceful--- yet deadly, in a fight. he really knows how to handle a lance, but he would keep those thoughts to himself.
‘ hello there, beautiful. aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? ’ quite literally. he swore he felt a bruise form over a closed eye. must’ve been he was punted with the dull end of a weapon. he could barely recall. putting his weight further back on his arm, his shadow was practically cast over him. ‘ is this what it’s like being saved by a king? guess i owe you. ’ he jests, though he sees a hand being extended out to, what he assumed, help him back on his feet. the smile stays on his face, as he takes it. ‘ thank--- huh? h - hey! dimitri! ’ his eyes widened, as he is thrown over his shoulder instead. now, he wasn’t small by any means. he was tall and was built with a fair amount of muscle mass and really strong to boot, but dimitri was on another level. he just picked him up with such ease, that at this point, shouldn’t be a surprise.
he starts to squirm now, but his grip was firm and unrelenting. ‘ dimitri! i can walk, i’m fine! put me down! ’ his slight commotion turned some heads, but avoided saying anything. which was good ; he was sinking in his embarrassment, cheeks flushed to a noticeable shade of pink. looks like there was no getting through to him. there’s a quiet whine. ‘ ... ugh, nevermind. ’