. life and strength and breath

[boarddyd]

Who: Dimitri + CR
When: June + July
Where: Aefenglom + Outer City + Underground
What: catch-all
Warnings: none (yet)

[ catch-all for june + july | contact @ tendopeshuu or here ]

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. sylvain

[boarddyd]

[The boat rocks and water sloshes over the edge as Dimitri steps in. He pauses, straddling the space between dock and vessel, and tries to steady himself. Instead, the man in charge of rentals looks politely away as the boat begins to drift further and strain Dimitri's limits of flexibility.

He quickly brings the other foot in, and thanks to newly developed catlike reflexes, doesn't crash into the water.

Quickly, he reaches a hand out to Sylvain - real worry in his eyes that the boat will depart without his partner for the evening.] Come on-!

[What a relaxing start to the venture...]

[crestfallenfor]

[What a start to the venture... He didn't want to hop in at the same time as Dimitri, for fear of toppling the boat with the sudden unbalancing all at once, but now it looks like he's at risk of being left behind or - worse - toppling into the water.

But it's fine, he uses a combination of his height - long legs - and a tight grip on Dimitri's hand to hop into the boat at the last possible moment, sitting quickly to keep the rocking from toppling them both overboard anyway.]

Hah, that was close, wasn't it?

[As if it was just a silly little mishap and not... almost something worse. No big deal.]

[boarddyd]

[When Sylvain shifts his weight into Dimitri's hands, he immediately moves to steady him. The result is the pair standing chest to chest, Dimitri's strong grip clasped around Sylvain's bicep.

Secure.

Standing in about an inch of water that they're unfortunately going to be sitting in.

He should apologize for that. Instead, Dimitri shakes his head and releases his grasp. He'll lower himself first, keeping an impressively passive face as he sits in the small puddle he'd created.] Here-

[Done just as their guide draws curtains around them, Dimitri removes his shirt and uses it to dry the water beneath Sylvain. Chest bare, it's clear how far his monstrous changes have progressed. A fine coat of hair covers swaths of his biceps and is beginning to grow lower, as well. There are thicker, though still patchwork, places around his neck and shoulders.

And his body, too, has changed, shoulders broader and bulkier, spine straining to hunch forward.

Truthfully, he's nervous to show himself - but he must. And he trusts Sylvain. So this is fine. His cheeks are colored pink and this is fine.]

[crestfallenfor]

[This is totally fine.

Sure, as soon as Dimitri's shirt comes off, Sylvain's eyes flick over his changed appearance, taking note of every little detail, as well as the lack of scars on his younger self, as compared to the iteration of him in his most recent memory.

It's bittersweet.

He won't comment.

What he will do, instead, is peel his own shirt off, too, both so Dimitri doesn't have to feel awkward about being the only one of them half-dressed, and so he can help sop up some of the water. It's all for their comfort, nothing more.

Never mind that he's changed, too, compared to his younger self Dimitri knows. He's broader, musculature more defined... and has clearly seen war and not come out unscathed. Except he doesn't think anything of it, unlike how he's taken note of Dimitri's Aefenglom-borne changes.]

There. Now you actually have a reason to blush~

[Yeah, that's the change he's calling out. Not the fur. Not the bulk. But the blush.]

[boarddyd]

[Sylvain disrobes so casually, a practiced ease to the process - Dimitri understands immediately how so many fall for him. A thought he might be embarrassed to have, but Sylvain's body soon distracts him anew.

Scared, like so many of the older knights in Fhirdiad's court. Like his father, but Sylvain is so young.

Those five years were nothing but pain-

Dimitri's brow furrows at the thought, in time with Sylvain's teasing comment. Lips tense, he turns away and sits forward in his side of the boat.] Please, join me.

[The small potion in his pocket is heavy. For the first time, Dimitri realizes it's potential to share Sylvain's pain with him... an exchange closer to equal. Emboldened, he takes the vial and holds it in the palm of his hand.] I brought this for us.

If you'd like, that is.

[crestfallenfor]

[The invitation to join him was unnecessary, sure, but appreciated all the same. It makes the action of sliding closer to his friend, of slinging his arm casually around his waist, a more mutual affair than a simple show of the sort of affection they're both used to from him.

It's nice.

What does come as a surprise, though, is Dimitri pulling out that small vial. He knows what it is - of course he does - but Dimitri had been so hesitant the first time, and now...

Well. If he wanted to have a more... casual... test of what it might be like, he'd be foolish to deny him. So he reaches out to take it from him with a smile.]

I'd love to.

[So don't mind him drinking half of it before passing it back.]