(catchall / open)

[paraselenes]

WHO: dimitri & others
WHERE: misc.
WHEN: november!
WHAT: event stuff, etc! feel free to ask me for a starter over at my plotting comment, or just wildcard me whatever, i love wildcards
WARNINGS: will update as necessary

November Event & Tasks outside catch-all

• w/Childe
  
• w/Augustine
  
• w/Lottie
  
• w/Felix
  
• w/Fukawa
  
• w/Joonghyuk
  
• w/D

Comments

[midway]

[ Claude's gaze darts to the cup as soon as it looks like it's going to drop, his own on the table as he moves to stand, crossing the distance a second after Dimitri finishes speaking to settle a firm hand on his shoulder. He probably shouldn't bother him as much as he has, but finding someone with a soulmate is akin to finding a unicorn in this place, and he's deeply curious about its utility.

Well, later. ]

No problem. We can talk anytime.

[ He takes the cup from Dimitri and sets it on the ground. Dimitri looks particularly unsteady and, frankly, unwell that ] If I didn't know any better, I'd think I'd poisoned you.

—Kidding, of course.

[ But he keeps an arm around Dimitri all the same. Not so much because he's afraid that he'll topple over, but so that he can stubbornly lead Dimitri to the bed instead of Claude's vacated chair. He doubts that Dimitri will be all that comfortable on Claude's bed, but maybe his body will be too tired to care.

Though maybe Claude should've given the whole "toppling over" possibility a little more consideration. It's his own messiness that's at fault, when he steps on a book that he'd left haphazardly on the ground, letting out a sound of surprise when that steals his balances, sends his legs bumping into Dimitri's and ends up tackling them both to bed. ]

[paraselenes]

[ Rather than alarm, he just looks at Claude with exasperation at his little joke; even knowing that Dimitri's tastebuds are broken, his logical, non-lizard brain doesn't expect poison to be on the table. And he only makes a token effort to squirm away and walk on his own two feet when Claude moves to help him.

Because the exhaustion does help against the alarm bells that his body sometimes sets off, the same ones that have followed him since childhood. And so he simply goes along with this, embarrassing as it is. He accepts that rather than sitting on the ground, he'll have to take up a space on Claude's bed and feel a little bad about it.

And similarly, after a brief shock and fluster of surprise when they suddenly and violently topple forward, he is resigned to the inevitable. When they land, Dimitri simply lies there on his face, not moving. He's accepted his fate.

This may as well be happening. ]

[midway]

[ It's a rare thing for someone as stubborn as Dimitri to surrender. They hadn't known each other long at Garreg Mach, but the time they did have together was often filled with Claude pestering Dimitri about something or another, and failing to have him give into Claude's ploys. Honestly, it was him and Edelgard both—part of what made them good leaders, he supposes.

But first, Dimitri relents and lets Claude manhandle him to the bed for some rest, and second, he gives up and accepts his fate when they tumble onto the mattress.

It's both funny, and sad. He can only imagine how tired Dimitri must be. ]

Well, not exactly how I planned to do this... [ He laughs, because what else can he do?

They'd landed somewhat side by side, managing to avoid any injuries, with Dimitri face down and Claude on his back. It's easy from this position to smile at Dimitri's defeated form, patting his head and his back. ]

Sleep well, Dimitri. Take this as a sign to get some sleep... I won't bother you any longer.