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beamed, pride swelling in his chest as it had only a few times in his life before. Felix
looked to be in shock, eyes wide and lips parted, whether at his own boldness or the
response of their people, Dimitri was unsure. Felix dropped his hands from Dimitri’s
waist but did not part from him, moving his hands to rest at his breastplate, casting
his wide-eyed gaze around at their people in awe.
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“Do you understand now, Felix?”
Felix blinks slow, breath unsteady and heart racing under Dimitri’s finger tips. He’s
beautiful. Mud smeared across his cheek, bangs plastered to his forehead with sweat,
eyes bright and cheeks tinted rose. Felix stares at the crowd, and Dimitri stares at
him.
Ah, no. Felix is stunning, Dimitri corrects himself as a grin worked its way onto Felix’s
lips, wild and gorgeous, as he turns to face his lover. Absolutely stunning.
“Kiss me, Dimitri.”
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Writer - TK / @cntrlvaneau
Artist - Takeshi / @foxkunkun
When it comes time for her to select the Blue Lions representative for the White
Heron Cup Byleth does have an idea of who would be the most successful, but that
doesn’t stop her from approaching her students about it for further insight. She
spends an entire afternoon asking each and every one of them how they feel about
participating, looking for any flat-out yeses or noes. When that is done, she is even
more confident in her gut choice (it would be his own fault if he hated the idea, for
not blatantly refusing), so she retraces her steps to Dimitri again, finding him and
Ingrid outside the classroom.
“I think it should be Felix,” she greets, noting the immediate drop of Dimitri’s
shoulders in relief. She’s quite confident in them all, really, but Dimitri deals with
being in the spotlight enough and she does not want to put any additional pressure
on him. He’d been looking exhausted enough lately.
“He was certainly the best out of the four of us when we were younger,” Ingrid nods
in approval, “and he’ll put his all into it.”
Dimitri also nods, a smile tugging at his lips. “I clearly remember him telling me
how he was much better than myself, at least.”
Byleth stays silent, expecting an elaboration on this newest snippet from their past.
She was always willing to listen to their childhood stories; they were pieces of what
made them their current selves, after all, and had helped her understand her students
on more than one occasion.
For example, Ingrid’s current smile is much less contaminated than Dimitri’s. “I remember
you stepping on his feet multiple times during one song on Sylvain’s birthday.”
The prince’s hand raises to the back of his head, suspiciously sheepish. “I think I
helped him form an excuse for the rest of that night, sore feet and all.”