[ Dimitri is reading and enjoying the quiet winter's evening with Sylvain and a nice cup of tea. Nothing could possibly go wrong. ]
Does it really...?
[ Ordinarily, he'd make a show of declining at least once—sweets are wasted on him, and sugar is expensive—but the thought of a sleep aid does intrigue him. He sets his mug down, eyeing the treat, and is for once, tempted. ]
Sounds a bit like snake oil, but I suppose there's not much harm either way.
[ After studying the tart for a moment, he finishes dragging the plate in front of him with a fingertip before tugging a glove off to eat with. ]
I suppose it couldn't hurt.
[ Worst case scenario, nothing changes. So he takes a modest bite, sure to try sample some of the berries. He doesn't expect much besides maybe something warm and placating—if even that.
Instead, he's setting the tart down when a wave of drowsiness hits him. He lets out a curious, slightly slurred— ] Huh. [ —before falling sideways out of his chair. ]
sylvain was not expecting that, and when he shouts in alarm he accidentally defaults to a ]
Your Majesty!
[ as dimitri suddenly careens out of his chair. it all happens so quickly there isn't any time to react, certainly none to entertain catching him before he hits the ground. ...thankfully dimitri's made of sterner stuff, or else sylvain would be panicking he'd cracked his skull open. (he can settle with panicking that he may have unintentionally poisoned him instead.)
he quickly hurries to his side, checking for his pulse, for breathing—to his immense relief both are present and steady. (drastically slow for how deep of a sleep he's been dragged into.) with some effort, sylvain manages to carry dimitri to his bed (thank goodness they share the same suite and he's not lugging him across the building), and lets him rest for a bit...
...
...timeskip to the next day, and dimitri not waking up when sylvain goes to check on him.
...
...timeskip past sylvain scouring the netherwork and marketplace for a remedy, before he returns with an oddly specific and entirely embarrassing solution.
he has to kiss him.
he folds himself carefully over the sleeping young man, and presses his lips softly to his brow first. when that fails to rouse him, he kisses his mouth next, feeling weirdly anxious. not only because he's planting one on his liege, but also because he's worried it won't work... ]
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Does it really...?
[ Ordinarily, he'd make a show of declining at least once—sweets are wasted on him, and sugar is expensive—but the thought of a sleep aid does intrigue him. He sets his mug down, eyeing the treat, and is for once, tempted. ]
Sounds a bit like snake oil, but I suppose there's not much harm either way.
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[ he takes a sip of his tea, grateful for the warm drink to counter the chill in his bones. ]
If it doesn't work... Well, I'll finish the rest. [ he grins because yeah, sugar IS wasted on him... ]
And we can keep looking for something else.
[ he nudges the plate a little closer to dimitri, who looks very obviously interested in the food. (doesn't happen too often!) ]
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I suppose it couldn't hurt.
[ Worst case scenario, nothing changes. So he takes a modest bite, sure to try sample some of the berries. He doesn't expect much besides maybe something warm and placating—if even that.
Instead, he's setting the tart down when a wave of drowsiness hits him. He lets out a curious, slightly slurred— ] Huh. [ —before falling sideways out of his chair. ]
solo log...
sylvain was not expecting that, and when he shouts in alarm he accidentally defaults to a ]
Your Majesty!
[ as dimitri suddenly careens out of his chair. it all happens so quickly there isn't any time to react, certainly none to entertain catching him before he hits the ground. ...thankfully dimitri's made of sterner stuff, or else sylvain would be panicking he'd cracked his skull open. (he can settle with panicking that he may have unintentionally poisoned him instead.)
he quickly hurries to his side, checking for his pulse, for breathing—to his immense relief both are present and steady. (drastically slow for how deep of a sleep he's been dragged into.) with some effort, sylvain manages to carry dimitri to his bed (thank goodness they share the same suite and he's not lugging him across the building), and lets him rest for a bit...
...
...timeskip to the next day, and dimitri not waking up when sylvain goes to check on him.
...
...timeskip past sylvain scouring the netherwork and marketplace for a remedy, before he returns with an oddly specific and entirely embarrassing solution.
he has to kiss him.
he folds himself carefully over the sleeping young man, and presses his lips softly to his brow first. when that fails to rouse him, he kisses his mouth next, feeling weirdly anxious. not only because he's planting one on his liege, but also because he's worried it won't work... ]