#blufayth

 the  luxury  of  a  peaceful  morning  is  not  something  that  is  often  granted.  by  now  he  would  usually  find  himself  up  and  about  and  usually,  not  by  choice.  he  never  really  complained  about  it  save  from  the  moments  where  he  mutter  something  not  having  slept  well.  now  he  (in)voluntarily  finds  himself  being  locked  in  two  strong  arms.  claude  does  not  have  it  in  him  to  awaken  dimitri  from  his  slumber  (  though  even  if  he  were  to  try  he  would  not  be  able  to  get  out  of  dimitri’s  grasp  ).    

 surrendering  himself  to  his  fate  he  had  managed  to  roll  around  so  he  would  be  resting  on  his  side,  his  back  facing  the  blond.  there  is  something  about  this  tranquil  moment  that  gets  him  to  think.  how  safe  this  feels  in  more  ways  than  one.  here  he  is  no  leader  of  the  alliance  or  future  king.  here  he  is  just  claude.  it  is  perhaps  some  silly  thinking,  but  he  always  imagined  these  type  of  things  to  be  unreachable  for  him.  that  he  too  could  have  this.  

 a  hand  is  placed  on  top  of  dimitri’s  as  a  smile  tugs  at  the  corner  of  his  lips  before  they  part  as  his  neck  is  being  attacked.  he  squirms  as  the  blond  is  merciless  in  his  attack  :  but  you  certainly  will  not  hear  him  complaining.     ❝      well  good  morning  to  you  too.      ❞     he  says  whilst  finally  managing  to  break  free.  now  facing  his  lover.  

     ❝      since  when  have  you  become  some  cheeky,  attacking  me  when  i  am  all  defenseless ?      ❞     the  archer  teases  as  he  places  both  hands  on  their  cheek,  holding  his  face  still  while  throwing  one  leg  over  the  other’s  to  keep  him  there.     ❝      i  suppose  i  should  get  some  revenge  ...  i  cannot  let  have  you  all  of  the  fun.      ❞     a  promise  as  he  begins  to  pepper  the  other’s  face  with  kisses.  

“you...you okay there, dimitri?” the question BLOOMS from his lips as he sees the blond, unsure what to ask or to say. a hand moves to the prince’s shoulder. 

unprompted / always accepting / @blufayth​

On the battlefield, Dimitri rode his horse to the tree where Claude was perched at, firing his arrows and was beginning to increasingly become surrounded by enemies. He took his lance out and made quick work of them as fast as he could. Once they were all dispatched at last, he stopped his horse beneath where Claude is positioned and held out his arms for Claude to jump into.

missions to remove bandits from terrorizing local residents has become a regular thing at this point; claude’s class was well prepared or so they thought. turns out the bandits prepared just in case the church would send out soldiers to deal with them. unwilling to give up on their territory. their class, the golden deer house had been ambushed and been forced to retreat to the woods but not before sending a messenger to call for aid. there are far too many bandits for just one class to handle.

the ones that would come to their aid would be the blue lions, but the golden deer wasn’t aware of that just yet. gritting his teeth, claude takes another arrow from his quiver. ‘ just where are all these bandits coming from? ‘ shooting down another the house leader looks around. so far there have been no sightings of his other classmates though he is unsure if it is a good thing or not. all he can hope is that they got to safety and that he too can get away just in time.

perched against a tree he reaches for another arrow as more bandits come rushing at him, wanting to prepare another arrow but only grasps thin air. he has run out of arrows to defend himself. with his leg being injured as it is, he has no change in outrunning the bandits either. the house leader tries to think quickly in an attempt to get out of the mess he has found himself into but so far his chances of survival are running slim, that was until a certain person would come to his aid.

even so his smile has yet to leave him even when dimitri tells him there is a promise he cannot keep. eyes widening ever so slightly in surprise at the comment itself and how unlike dimitri it is, but his smile does not waver because of it. he would recognize that line to be sylvain’s any day, but perhaps he should thank the red haired for being a perfectly bad influence on the blond at times. ‘  so i already have swept you off your feet ?  ’ he questions a glint of amusement in his eyes.  ‘  that is good to know.  ’

his hand find the other’s,  ‘  you can make it up to me next time. ’  huh. next time? only now he realizes what he just said; assuming that there would be a next time like that. for once he is grateful that his back was already turned.

the dance itself goes fortunately better than expected. it has taken a great deal to get used to the dances of nobles in fodlan as it is very different from the types of dances he is used to. but he is lucky that dimitri is a good dance partner to have. so good that claude has yet to gaze down to make certain he wasn’t standing on his feet. their movements come so naturally, finding rhythm with ease. ‘ perhaps these dances are not so bad after all  ‘ he cannot help but think.

it was in that moment that claude forgot about the past and the future ahead of him, solely focusing on the present and the dance between them. 

however his own thoughts are lost on him when he hears him call his name with a sweetness he has never heard before in his life. if he hadn’t been so used to keeping up a mask, it might have slipped there. 

it’s that very sweetness that makes him gaze down for the first time expecting dimitri to comment that he must have stepped on his feet, but the comment never came and instead he is met with a question he never expected to get. he blinks several times. ‘  you want me to visit faerghus with you? ’  he repeats after him, only now realizing that the music has stopped but fortunately no one appears to have heard the question but the other. however before he can respond the next song begins and the two find themselves moving to the side, away from the dance floor. ‘  come ’ the house leader says, still holding onto dimitri’s hand as he guides him outside. 

the soft breeze brushing past his face is a welcoming thing, only now realizing how warm it was inside (or was it something else?). ‘  i -- ’ he begins only now realizing what is asked of him. claude never had any stability in his life, even his life in fodlan is uncertain. for how long will he manage to stay duke before another duke comes to dethrone him? he is far too focused on his dreams for the future to be making promises like these but is he not allowed a bit of happiness as well? 

his gaze finally meet those blue hues again, drawing a smile from him that he at first believed he had lost  ‘  yes i will go to faerghus with you. ’  a pause,  ‘  but only if you come with me too. ’ and he understands the confusion, he really does.  ‘  no not the leicester alliance, somewhere else. ’  but what else other than the place he should call his home?  ‘  it’s a secret. ’  a cheeky smirk spreads across his face, ‘  after all you’re dragging me to this really really cold place so i am allowed to have this one secret am i not? ’  he says giving his best pleading face, followed by a laugh soon after. 

finding comfort in the other’s present and the cool air, claude leans slightly against him,  ‘  say when we get to faerghus you’re not dragging me to go swimming are you ?  ’  a shiver running down his spine at the mere thought of it  ‘  because i’m absolutely refusing to !  ’ what follows next is something he could have sworn to be a laugh and at that moment, just for a brief second claude felt as if it wasn’t so bad after all.