He chuckled. “We are friends. So I will remind you as long as it takes.”

She had even warned her about Dimitri's deceitful ways. Out of... a sense of sisterly care, perhaps? She must have noticed how attached she was growing to him, and wanted to warn her before he did the same to Byleth, now that she was outliving her usefulness Maybe. Byleth wasn't sure of her motives

"How could you just... forget her when you dated and spent such a great time together? When you told her all sorts of sweet lines and then broke her heart?" Byleth's face was now a bright shade of red. How vexing. This was the sort of thing that she hated about Sylvain! How could she be so blind?

Dimitri seemed to be shocked. He seemed to be confused at her implication. He then bowed at her. Called her a lady. He even had the decency to fluster when he seemed to remember the poor woman he had left on the curb. "Do you, now?" She asked, her voice an icy dagger that cut through his pretty act

Then, she decided to just get it over with. Better to hear it from him, than to continue living a lie. "I was told that you're a worse skirt-chaser than Sylvain," she said, gripping her arms, keeping her defenses high. "That you lie and seduce women with a gentlemanly act, and then leave them."

“What is there to apologize for? I was the one who happened across you. And please, Annette, just Dimitri is fine.”

“That is an interesting song, Annette. I wasn’t aware that you could sing.”

"What do you need to talk about?" she asked, hoping to not make unease apparent. She didn't take his arm, instead she crossed her arms. Better not allow his honeyed mannerisms get the better of her again. She didn't want to be taken for a fool.

Was it true? Byleth knew Dimitri— or at least, she thought she did. She saw some darkness within him when they first met, but she couldn't see how deep it ran. Not until that fateful reunion at dawn. ...Byleth despised thinking that the attention he gave her so readily was easily given to another.

Byleth looked at his arm. Normally, she would have easily taken it. However, she couldn't help but think back on what that lady had said. How she had gone on a date with Dimitri, all that he had promised her... and then, he vanished without a word. 'He's more callous than Sylvain', she had claimed.

@blaiddydreign.bsky.social Byleth was pacing. Ever since she had run into that lady that had boasted of going on a date with Dimitri, she had this strange new feeling brewing in her. It made her feel restless. So she paced all around the monastery. Suddenly, she hit a firm wall. “Oh. Dimitri.”

"You haven't slept nor eaten in over a day," Byleth almost wished she could slip back into the tepid indiference that had once dominated her life. Almost, but not quite. Even if it was painful to see Dimitri suffering... She sighed. "Now will you listen to me?"

“ @sylvikins.bsky.social, would you *please* keep your women to yourself? ” ///////////

But he would no longer humor such meaningless idleness. He had said so, hadn't he? That Dimitri she had once known was dead. And instead, she had to contend with the man she found atop the Goddess Tower. "At the pace you're going, you'll drop dead in a week," Byleth said. She was just... tired.

"Trust my judgment, and I'll make this entire army seize the empire and finish this tragic war once and for all within a couple of moons."

Byleth tried to listen. But the only thing she could hear was her own breathing. If there was some chorus of the dead chanting for vengeance, they did not sing for her. "They ask a lot of you." That was a guess. But she expected to be right. "But they're not your strategists. I am."

((I was reading at the feed and laughing at all the food related posts, and had to draw this. I was reminded of Dimitri's and Flayn's support where Dimitri is the only person who can eat Flayn's disgusting cooking)).

Byleth looked up at him. And now that she took a closer look at him, he seemed almost... fragile. Like an old tree about to snap in a storm. "Dimitri... At the rate you're going, I don't know if you'd even make it that far." She hated admitting it. But it was one of the only things she could do.

“I have no qualms about if I should die. I must only live long enough to ensure that Edelgard atones for her sins.” His breath hitched. “Father… stepmother… Glenn… the people of Duscur! Even now, they scream in my ear, demanding her head!!”

The word stuck in the back of her throat. Too terrible to fathom. Too possible in the current circumstances. "You won't get far. We will get to the end of this conflict. But I need you to promise me that you'll keep it together until then. Okay?"

Byleth blinked. Dominion? Death's agent? Witch's head? What in the world was he talking about? She sighed. Then took another deep breath. She just had to keep breathing. "Dimitri… I need you to go eat and then sleep. You're clearly running on fumes, and in this state you'd..." Die.

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"Let's see if your resolve is a match for my own." -RP account for Edelgard from Fire Emblem Three Houses/Hopes -Multi-ship -Literate -Written by Patch #FERP ~ #FireEmblemRP ~ #FE3H

She was running to her shield. Dimitri would not have that. “EDELGARD!!” he exploded as he lunged forward and swept his lance in a wide arc in an attempt to knock her off her feet. “I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO FLEE WITH YOUR HEAD STILL ON YOUR SHOULDERS!! ATONE FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!!”

Byleth flinched when he swung, and just in time. There was dust and debris all around her. Had any of it gone into her eyes, it would've been annoying. She coughed. After she had gotten the worst of it out, she turned her glare up to him. He seemed to be somewhere she could never reach. How vexing.

"I'm going to assemble the council and organize the search party," She explained, keeping her voice as level as possible. "If you're not going to join us in the search, then go eat your rations and sleep. I don't want you collapsing on the battlefield."

"Do not do that," she warned. "If you threaten me like that again, I will restrain you." Byleth was almost tempted to further threaten him with big talk about how she had killed men twice his size when she was half his age. But further hostility would not deescalate this. She took a deep breath.

“𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕘𝕠.” —RP Account of Dimitri from FE3H —Single-Ship —Literate —Minors DNI —Penned by Enn #FERP // #FireEmblemRP // #FE3H // #MVRP

@gustavdominic.bsky.social “Gustave? What happened to your eye?”

When Byleth looked up at Dimitri, she couldn’t see much behind his eye. It was like trying to look into a winter blizzard. Cold and inscrutable. Did he even hear her? “I haven’t seen Mercedes in a while,” she restated. “Have you seen her? Dimitri?”

His fist flies forward with frightening speed, only mere inches from her face, before slamming into the pillar behind her and reducing it into dust. Rubble rains down on Byleth, but Dimitri does not flinch as he towers over her like a spectre. His one good eye, bloodshot and dark from lack of—

Cold. Unyielding. Much like the winters of Faerghus. Slowly, Dimitri turned his body to face Byleth as he slowly lumbered forward. A mass of muscle with nary a sane thought to be had. “L e a v e.”

It was as if he was hearing her voice from underwater. The wails of the damned screamed in his ears, drowning out all who may hope to reach him. Slowly, he turned to fix his sleep-deprived eye on Byleth. “. . .” Silence. Eerie, terrifying silence.

There was no reasoning with Dimitri when he was this far gone in his own psychosis. A scream of rage is ripped from his throat as he deflects Edelgard’s blow and stabs forward with Areadbhar again. “STAND STILL!! SO THAT I MAY FINALLY KILL YOU!!”

Don’t mind Dimitri. While everyone bickers with each other, Dimitri is merely happy to glower at his favourite pile of rubble.

“. . .” He doesn’t care about Annette and Felix’s couple’s spat, but somewhere in the far recesses of his mind where his fleeting sanity remains, Dimitri feels the need to congratulate Annette.

Dimitri fixes his bright, crazier eye upon Annette. He’s a hulking mass of muscle, and what’s more, he isn’t even aware of how dangerous he is right now. “L e a v e.”

“You cannot save me,” he rasped. “Not when the dead cling to me so.” Slowly, he retracted his fist from the pillar behind Mercedes. “Leave. And do not come back.”

His fist flies out faster than her brain can register its speed as it crashes into the pillar behind her head and nearly reduces it to rubble. This close to Mercedes, Dimitri’s one crazed eye is impossible to look away from. “You cannot save them. Save me. They cry out… they demand her head!”

Slowly, Dimitri turns to fix his one crazed eye upon Mercedes. Then he stalks towards her. “L e a v e.”

“Dimitri you haven’t eaten in days..you must eat something. And you must sleep as well!”

“GO AWAY.” Yup, he’s crazy.

💭 Murder.

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