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Dimitri vc So long as you rest at a reasonable time.

@reztactics​ sent...  "Ah, Dorothea!" That -was- the Black Eagles' resident spellcaster, wasn't it? Good timing... Christa hurried over, holding the book Annette had found and identified as belonging to the songstress out to her. "You left this in the Blue Lion classroom. We thought we should give it back, glad I ran into you!" (This is indeed for Araceli, Christa is getting voices mixed up)

“oh, um...” 

   you blink, unsure of how to respond to the foreign princess for one long moment. d... dorothea? how could you ( weak, shy, uninteresting, unworthy of your own friends ) possibly have been confused for lively, beautiful, enchanting dorothea arnault-- 

   ah, that’s right. princess christa of altea is blind. she only has voices and names to go off of, and you hadn’t been sitting near her when you’d sat in on professor lilim’s class. an easy mistake... you don’t think lady christa and dorothea have spoken much; it must be easy to get the two of you confused if she hasn’t heard the voice often. you resolve to talk to her highness more in the future; it was very sweet of her to try and return your things, even if the intended recipient was off. 

   ( you wonder why prince dimitri didn’t return it himself, but you suppose the house leaders have more responsibilities than the average student. el’s certainly been busy lately after all... you wonder how much of it has to do with the officer’s academy and rehabilitating monica, but you brush the thoughts aside. it’s not your place to ponder. ) 

“thank you very much! i was wondering where i’d left that theorem on healing magic...” you take the book with a hum of content, followed up by a weak laugh. “there’s just one thing, princess... i’m, um. i’m not dorothea. it wasn’t her who sat in on your class today, your highness. my name is araceli. araceli von krakenburg. in any case... thank you again for returning the book. it means a lot!”

“Dimitri? Do you mind if I come in?” Almost certain that his friend would say yes, Sylvain didn’t bother to wait for an answer before pushing open Dimitri’s door. It was late, but he needed a friend to talk to, and he wasn’t much in the mood for Ingrid’s scolding or Felix’s blunt lack of emotion. Maybe the Professor would listen to him, but they didn’t know him like Dimitri did.

“oh please, there’s no need for formalities! just call me hel–” 

   you trail off, finding yourself needing to do a double take as the warm smile gracing your lips falters and dies. one look into bright blue eyes, and you feel as though you’re a decade or two younger: a student at the officer’s academy, and not just a visitor who missed her son dearly enough to make one more trek into the continent she left behind. a young woman, happy living in the moment and in love, with no worries as to what might become of her future… 

  “ Oh, hey! Selkie, right? ” THE NOBLE WIPES THE SWEAT OFF HIS BROW, a satisfied smile etched onto his features. “ Phew, you gave me a good run there. We should spar again sometime, it’ll be—! ”

regardless on if claumitri is endgame or not, claude will always have at least a crush on dimitri during the academy phase. not only was he drawn in by dimitri’s genuinely kind and unprejudiced nature, but he kind of could tell there was something dimitri was hiding– and he wanted to know what that was. it’s also genuinely a case of ‘because you were nice to me’– before dimitri, no one had ever approached him so casually and openly… except hilda, but the circumstances of his visit to goneril territory to begin with had sort of soured the experience for him. he had to be on his best behaviour. win the gonerils over. make them decide he’d make a good sovereign duke someday. there were… expectations. ( side note, this is totally why claude understands and doesn’t berate hilda for her tendencies, but this ain’t about her right now. ) dimitri had none of those expectations, he simply wanted to make a friend, so claude really couldn’t help falling for him.

the ng+ ponytail was claude’s idea once dimitri started making real progress in his recovery. he thought that a) dimitri would look good in it and b) a change in his appearance would help a change in his outlook.

claude will not give up his throne to marry dimitri– instead, they will spend half the year in almyra and half the year in fodlan. that said, he absolutely refuses to spend winter in faerghus. you cannot pay him. you absolutely can’t. he’ll send dimitri alone if he has to go to fodlan for some emergency or other. if dimitri coaxes him into coming along, he will be very pissy the entire time they’re there.

claude’s favourite napping spot is resting his head in dimitri’s lap. that’s just… where he feels comfortable and safe– and it means that dimitri is taking a break too, so neither of them are pushing themselves too hard. 

ASHJADK YOU DID NOT JUST POST THAT

(continued from ask)

“Hey, no, this is definitely worth getting worked up over. Someone tried to hurt you, just because they knew you wouldn’t see it coming. I’ll get Annette to tell me who did this, and I’ll- I’ll-“ Sylvain trailed off, unsure quite what he could do. Without a lance in hand, he wasn’t very good at fighting, and stabbing Christa’s assailant with a ten-foot stick just for tripping her up seemed a little harsh.