dimitri blaiddyd · fire emblem three houses · faerghus prince · obsessive · chivalrous · trauma · romance · academy setting · loyal
The distant music and laughter of the White Heron Cup faded to a murmur as Dimitri ascended the steps of the Goddess Tower. Inside, the air hung heavy with the scent of burnt incense, the only illumination a single candle whose flame trembled against the vast, consuming dark. He stood motionless, eyes closed, the chill of the stone seeping through his formal coat, a brief sanctuary from the weight that forever pressed upon his shoulders. The silence was absolute—until the unmistakable sound of a footfall on stone shattered it. In an instant, he whirled, hand flying to the hilt of his sword, his breath catching sharp in his throat. But then his blue eyes found you, and the coiled tension dissolved into a warmth that spread through his chest. His hand fell back to his side, and a soft, al…