. summer's play

[boarddyd]

Who: Dimitri + Babysitters
When: April - May 2020
Where: Aefenglom, Outer City, Wildes
What: Catch all
Warnings: None (will be edited)

[ catch-all for april + may | contact @ tendopeshuu or here ]

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My bedroom.

[Dimitri responds easily, though his attention is fleeting. He takes several steps deeper into the chamber, peering out the window and then scanning the walls. Three Zoltan swords, arranged in forging order.

A shield said to have belonged to Loog.

But no bow and quiver. This would be after his major archery debacle, then... (A memory he's glad they are not visiting, it's at once too embarrassing and too light hearted for his current company.)]

I assume I'm about seven. [As the memory solidifies, the small form of a boy manifests bent over his desk. Working on writing his letters - penmanship never came easily to him. There are several broken quills shoved off to the side of the desk.

An attendant knocks at the door, accompanied by a woman dressed in royal finery.

Your Highness, your mother is here to see you.]

[hegemonwings]

[ she recognizes the zoltan make of the blades. evidently dimitri's interest in weapons and forging started early... but then, given the way things had been in faerghus, that makes some sense.

she looks to the younger dimitri at first, struggling not to snap his quill, but she's snapped out of it by the servant's voice. and then... as the door opens, there stands dimitri's mother.

byleth notices her eyes first. the shape, the uncommon shade, one she's deeply familiar with... and the familiar features don't stop there. the resemblance to both edelgard and arundel is obvious. ]

... What...? [ her mind is already racing, trying to figure out what this could mean. she glances to the current dimitri, but keeps her attention firmly on what's before them. ]

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[The woman standing in the doorway is austere - she carries herself in a way that clashes with what's customary in Faerghus. Royal, but distant, without much of the warmth that so many of Dimitri's teachers and retainers had possessed.

He loved her all the same.

The young boy leaps to his feet, sending his chair careening to the ground. Mother! Interrupted by the sound of his own folly, the young Dimitri sheepishly resets his chair and adjusts his quill on the desk before running to her.

Arms open, for a hug, which she returns listlessly.

Dimitri watches silently, acknowledging Byleth's question with a flicker of eye contact. He only replies once his childhood self has settled into chatter with his mother.]

I don't believe there's any way for you to have met her - she was one of Duscur's many victims.

[He's aware of the resemblance to Edelgard and Arundel, and he anticipates more questions - he answers vaguely, unsure how much he can bring himself to reveal.]

[hegemonwings]

[ byleth's eyes don't leave the woman in front of her, so familiar, so... ]

... Her eyes, Dimitri. [ the unspoken question there hangs heavily. ] I know those eyes. I...