[ And now they've circled back to this. Dimitri's insistence on the cruelty of his presence doesn't convince him. Not when he feels that hand grasping at his own, overly warm even through their gloves and with a touch that's somehow so tender. He doubts the latter is Dimitri's intention, it's more his impression as the prince's (king's? By now, Dimitri should have been crowned) fingers fold over his. His own respond in kind, but he's surprised to find that the blond never shifts any weight onto his palm.
The action, subtle as it is, speaks volumes of his student's mind. Some part of him knows he should take comfort in being allowed this close at all, yet he can't help carving more. He wantsβ
Byleth's brows furrow and the thought is lost to him before it finishes. All he does for the next few seconds is watch their clasped hands as he waits for Dimitri to stand. ]
No, it would only be an illusion of it. [ There's a finality to the words, a firmness that shows there's little that can change his mind on this point. Ironically, it was Dimitri who planted this thought in his mind. Dimitri, who always reached out to him. Who taught him how to lead, how to care, and how to mourn. If there's anyone in this world he could never give up on, it's the man in front of him.
When he reflects on everything Dimitri has done for him, his fingers squeeze around Dimitri's hand. ] Is there anything I should carry?
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The action, subtle as it is, speaks volumes of his student's mind. Some part of him knows he should take comfort in being allowed this close at all, yet he can't help carving more. He wantsβ
Byleth's brows furrow and the thought is lost to him before it finishes. All he does for the next few seconds is watch their clasped hands as he waits for Dimitri to stand. ]
No, it would only be an illusion of it. [ There's a finality to the words, a firmness that shows there's little that can change his mind on this point. Ironically, it was Dimitri who planted this thought in his mind. Dimitri, who always reached out to him. Who taught him how to lead, how to care, and how to mourn. If there's anyone in this world he could never give up on, it's the man in front of him.
When he reflects on everything Dimitri has done for him, his fingers squeeze around Dimitri's hand. ] Is there anything I should carry?