[She's not particularly interested, but she can tell this may be something he's found fondness in. As such she will not discourage this line of conversation. But she will keep drinking, and the way her cheeks flush will color is a testament to how much the alcohol is getting to her.]
[Dimitri is a bit too drunk to realise how boring he's being, but he does notice the pink in her cheeks. Edelgard is so very pretty, no matter what happens to them he can't keep himself from thinking about it. Especially not while intoxicated. He swallows another sip of schnapps, filling her cup with more as she keeps drinking, until they're both certainly plastered. Until Dimitri can't even talk about hunting and animal skins anymore.]
And-- I think you would find them quite soft...
[Wait what is he talking about again. He's picturing her all curled up in furs, in Fhirdiad, in his-- No, wait. Never mind.]
...Anyway. You're all pink, you know.
[As if he's not got a deep flush in his own cheeks.]
[Dimitri brings a bottle in each hand when he shows up to the agreed place. He figures he'll need it, big as he is and immune to sensations as he's become.]
[Also because they're Faerghan, damnit, and they know how to drink.]
Not too excited. It's a fine balance. Wait for me, dear.
[ apparently dimitri is serious about the drinking because he's got two in hand when he greets him. looks like he's in for a very long night; which is exactly what he wants. a real aggressively sexy night.
he comes when he's called. sylvain smiles, and wraps a hand around his waist. ]
[Dimitri's face flushes a little when Sylvain touches him, he still can't help that even after all this time. He can't keep the smile from his lips though, maybe because of the drink he's already had or, well, just because he likes the attention. He leans into the touch.]
At least I can always trust you to spend time with me, Sylvain.
Oh if course I understand that. I have already paid them for the repairs, but I can't expect forgiveness for ruining their night of business. I was just surprised to find out my father did the same thing so long ago...
[It is a cold night in his castle and more than that, it is lonely. After the meetings are over, the negotiations through, his retainers and companions go off to their own families and do their own things. And he doesn't think they shouldn't. Currently however, he is a host, and Daenerys is his guest. He is not quite alone. A winter storm has rolled into Fhirdiad (unsurprising,) and the fireplaces in the palace are stoked big and warm by the servants to keep the chill out. Not even Dimitri's dogs follow him to her chambers, the borzoi huddled together in front of a hearth somewhere, already dreaming of the next day where it might not be so cold. Dimitri has made sure the sauna is prepared, with plenty of hot coals for steam and cool water to pour. It wouldn't do any good to invite her if it wasn't.]
I thought we could enjoy the sauna, as you requested?
[He's less awkward about it than he was, he's had time to think on it. And the snowing and blowing and wind in the castle, the crackling fires, keeps the voices at bay. They are normal, familiar sounds he doesn't mistake for the ghosts of his past. So he arrives at her door dressed more casually, since bathing will be the goal and he's only just started to become more comfortable in his own home. It was progress, to not have him wearing his armor and his capes where ever he goes.]
Hopefully you have not been too cold, the storm has gotten much worse since dinner.
Up until his arrival, she had been mostly contemplative than bothered by the temperature, as this wasn't the first nor the coldest storm she had experienced. No, Daenerys doubted she was even going to experience something like it again, that storm that had trailed after that king, one that had brought death itself, as unnatural as that being had been. But that had been in what felt a lifetime ago and in lands that we're no longer her concern, and at least this Northern Kingdom was more welcoming compared to her last experience. When the storm picked up she sent Missandei away to Torgo Nudho and was left to her own devices, which considering the visit from the king was probably for the best, there was the possibility that the presence of her handmaiden might have made him fumble a bit.
He's not as awkward as she had thought he could be, which was a nice thing, not that would have thought any less of him if he had been or not. With a small smile, she elegantly rose from the armchair she had been sitting, already wearing a robe in hues of blues and purples and doing more than enough in keeping her warm, closing her book and sitting on a table. And yes, she does take the time to look him over and the slightly more relaxed look he has, which is yet another welcome change considering that most of their time is spent on political matters, necessary ones of course, but they are off those duties at this moment. )
The sauna does sound lovely, while familiar with the idea I never had the chance to try it. ( Those had been for the rich people, and she had hardly been one. ) The cold is not bothering me that much, some of your servants were kind enough to leave the room warm enough. So shall we?
Not while it's blizzarding like this of course, but some even like heating up in the sauna then stepping out into the snow.
[Some being himself, and his father, and most people. It helped to lock the head in. It also helped to be warmed with alcohol prior, but that was besides the point.]
I'm sure they will keep the fire going so it's still warm on your return.
[He gestures for her to follow him out in the hallway that was cooler than the bedrooms but not too chilly. The sauna rooms are close to the family bedchambers, one of which Daenerys is staying in now. His step mother's old rooms, comforting to Dimitri and close enough to the center of the palace to keep someone used to the sunny, warm shores of Enbarr warm even in the coldest of storms. He opens the door for her when they get there, into the room just outside the sauna itself where one undressed and hung clothing. Dimitri is... a bit embarrassed, considering he and Daenerys don't (yet) have an intimate relationship, but he did owe her. It made the idea of it feel... more casual, less nerve wracking.]
Here we are...
[Still... to give her privacy of her own, Dimitri turns away from her as he begins to undress, untying the neck of his soft blue shirt and pulling it up over his head. From behind she'd be able to see a myriad of scars from his time in exile, pink in places his skin had knit itself back together with no helping healing magic. One such scar cuts deep into the side of him, where it looks like he'd just narrowly missed someone cutting his belly open. His back is also a great expanse of muscle, strong and fit in the shoulders, though he narrows at the waist a bit, giving him a top heavy silhouette.]
So, is something like that done for mere tradition's sake, or there's another perk to it?
( Maybe something about endurance for the weather, though she also figures that growing up in a place like this already provided them with an advantage in that field. Though she had also been informed it wasn't always wintering, she just happened to arrive when it was.
There's a slight hum, and she follows as asked, memorizing the path shall she ever need it, though by now, she's more or less familiar with this area. In all honesty, she was surprised when she was given rooms in the family wing and not the guest one as was usual, but she had not questioned it and let it be. Once they seem to reach their destination, her violet eyes start to look around a bit curiously. While saunas were not unheard of, as they were places that had them in the Free Cities, she had never had the chance to actually set foot in one, not when she had either been running for her life or too busy being a queen to remember to find the time do so.
Whatever motion she did to undress promptly stops when the shirt is off, and all the scars are bare for her to see. She stares and briefly, just briefly remembers another man that had such violent history etched in his skin, but quickly dismisses his memory (if she looks back, she's lost), and right in front of her eyes is the proof of all the information that had been provided about this man and his kingdom, tales that could have passed as exaggeration for some but she knows better than to dismiss anything that might sound too outlandish.
She barely manages to catch herself from touching him, though her fingertips brush gently over one of his scars and slowly inches away from him, focusing instead on her own clothes, which is arguably an easier task than his, as she only needed to get the robe she had been wearing off. )
[There are many, many people in Fhirdiad and beyond who would give anything for the chance to attend a royal ball hosted by House Blaiddyd and personally attended by both King Lambert and Prince Dimitri. Events like these provide nobles valuable opportunities to make new connections, discuss business, and even arrange marriages.
Marriages...
Linhardt is here for that very purpose. He isn't looking to find a spouse, however; rather, he's specifically here at Princess Edelgard's request.
Everyone expects her and Prince Dimitri to announce their engagement at any moment. Both royal houses have been hinting at it for years, and most nobility assumes the two have been in love since they were teenagers.
The truth is, unfortunately, far messier.
Edelgard has made it clear to her closest friends that she doesn't want to marry Dimitri. She instead hopes to become Emperor, focus on her own vision for Adrestia's future, and eventually marry when and if it suits her. If she does what everyone expects, she fears her ambitions will die with her wedding vows.
And so, she and some of the others hatched a plan very much behind Linhardt's back.
When they told him about it later on, they had all sorts of excuses as to why it had to be him. Because of his reclusive nature, most nobles didn't know what he looked like. He was also pretty enough to easily dress up as a noblewoman, and being a mage would help him (somehow)! Any way he tried to argue, they had a counter, even if not everything made the most logical sense.
In the end, he sighed and gave in. This was extremely important to Edelgard, and she was his friend. Maybe it wouldn't be too hard. He didn't have to do much other than find out how Dimitri felt about the matter and relay that information back to Enbarr. No one would suspect a thing.
Simple.
At least, he felt that way until he stepped into Blaiddyd castle and felt the weight of many, many eyes upon him, and decided that Dorothea's lessons on how to be a lady felt woefully insufficient.
After being announced (Count Hevring has a daughter? I thought he had a son! Well, I guess that name is confusing...), Linhardt carefully makes his way to a set of lavish couches against one wall of the ballroom and fusses with his dress, hair, and posture. The corset feels too tight, and he worries he isn't sitting properly.
It doesn't take very long before a few young noblemen approach him. Hardly a surprise considering he's from a prominent noble house and that he has a crest is coded in the very color of his hair. Of course there would be some here hoping to court someone like him.
The tallest of the group, a young man with bright red hair and a handsome face, tries to start flirting with him almost immediately. Linhardt feels himself panicking almost immediately: why hadn't he prepared for this? All he can think to do is keep his eyes down and voice soft and quiet. If he sends the noble away or causes a scene, his mission might be over before it even starts.
Of course, the noble, who introduces himself as Sylvain Jose Gautier, takes all of this as a positive sign, that he's just shy and blushing at the attention. One of his friends has already gotten bored and wandered off, while the other, dark-haired and scowling, looks like he'd rather start a fight than have any sort of conversation.
What Linhardt misses is the dark-haired noble looking somewhere past his shoulder and gesturing for someone's attention.]
[Dimitri is more acutely aware of his impending arranged marriage than anyone save Edelgard, probably. His father speaks of her so fondly, tries to influence him in that direction. He finds that she is a kind girl at heart, however strict she appears to be, and also quite beautiful. He would not dislike marrying Edelgard nor making her his queen. They had played together as children, been friends once upon a time. Now that they were (just barely) adults, that seemed so far away. Perhaps it was stupid of him, especially as Crown Prince of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, but he had wanted their relationship to end up... in a more romantic way. These days, Edelgard seldom even returned his letters with more than simple niceties. He was not sure she would be happy with the match and it put doubt in his heart that he would also be.]
[So when his father offers him parties to meet other young noblewomen he accepts it, no matter how awkward and off put he is by them. Women fawn over him, men chum him up-- all of it fake, and he knows it. He'd grown up knowing it. Still, it was his duty to his father and so he endures. That is why when he sees Felix wave him over across the room he is happy to detach himself from a conversation with a Lord-something about his second daughter and come over to his friends. That, at least, is something Dimitri is able to do without feeling so awkward or so put upon. He could never take Sylvain's offers to sneak away with servant girls to drink and wench, of course not, but it was some sense of normalcy that was denied to him on these evenings.]
Felix-- Sylvain, too.
[The blond looks between the both of them and then frowns a little at the shrinking young woman the latter was giving his attentions to. Tall for a woman, perhaps, but quite pretty and obviously not at all into whatever Sylvain was talking to her about.]
Sylvain, you are being very-- overt.
[He tries not to lecture his friend about women at these parties, and they are for men like Sylvain and the women that enjoy them-- but he has to put his foot down sometimes. Dimitri looks to Linhardt.]
Please excuse him, he's always over eager. I am Dimitri.
[Felix rolls his eyes as Dimitri once again attempts to not introduce himself properly, as if there were any other blond Dimitris at King Lambert's parties, and wanders off himself to find them drinks.]
[With his gaze lowered, Linhardt failed to notice the crown prince's approach. So when he hears a newcomer introduce himself as Dimitri, he practically snaps his head up, eyes wide, his inner panic more clearly evident now.
Yes, he's come to Fhirdiad to speak with the prince, but he isn't ready. Nothing is turning out the way he'd hoped. He's only been here for a few hours and already he's drawn far too much attention to himself.
He's too easily manipulated. Edelgard, Hubert and Dorothea knew exactly how to trick him! And Caspar really didn't help with his taunts and teasing.
Now they're all back home and he's here, sitting on a fancy couch, trying his best to keep himself from losing his mind while Dimitri himself and another very important Kingdom noble look down at him.]
Um. Linhardt.
[At least he has the sense to keep his just soft enough to give himself away. To manage it, he has no choice but to sound very quiet and shy.
Maybe that's not such a bad thing.]
Your Highness. [He's definitely supposed to curtsy right now. Should he stand up and do that? Yes, of course he should! But standing and stepping aside proves more difficult than he anticipated, and Linhardt stumbles in unfamiliar shoes and has to catch himself on the arm of the couch to prevent a fall.
Someone please strike him down with thunder right now.]
[Linhardt... The green hair and the name feel familiar and it takes Dimitri a moment to catch up with his thoughts. Count Hevring's... daughter? He couldn't remember his father talking about a daughter, but imperial politics were a bit further away from the kingdom's own and so he's not surprised if he hasn't heard of her. Dimitri is about to give Linhardt his own bow in greeting, it's nice to meet you, etc, when he watches her fall ass up on the side of the couch she'd been sitting on.]
Oh goodness, let me help you!
[Before Sylvain got any ideas. It was probably Sylvain's fault for making her nervous in the first place.]
[Dimitri steps forward to offer Linhardt his arm, to help her up face creased with worry.]
Sylvain, why don't you go and help Felix with drinks?
[The redhead scoffs a little, though he's impressed with Dimitri's 'smooth move,' in helping Linhardt up and foisting him out of the situation. He just gives a dramatic kind of bow and a 'of course, your highness,' before scampering off to do just that. Dimitri looks back to Linhardt, almost sheepish as he helps her to stand.]
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... Mayhap you have a point.
[He sighs and looks down at his glass, licking at the schnapps sticking to his lips a moment. It stings in his mouth less and less.]
[His vision is beginning to blur at the edges more than is usual.]
But I like my pelts. They... It's familiar to me.
[They remind him of hunting with his daddy okay, don't make him be sad and drunk.]
And they are not all wolf pelts, mind you.
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[She's not particularly interested, but she can tell this may be something he's found fondness in. As such she will not discourage this line of conversation. But she will keep drinking, and the way her cheeks flush will color is a testament to how much the alcohol is getting to her.]
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[You know, couldn't be Faerghus without bears.]
[Dimitri is a bit too drunk to realise how boring he's being, but he does notice the pink in her cheeks. Edelgard is so very pretty, no matter what happens to them he can't keep himself from thinking about it. Especially not while intoxicated. He swallows another sip of schnapps, filling her cup with more as she keeps drinking, until they're both certainly plastered. Until Dimitri can't even talk about hunting and animal skins anymore.]
And-- I think you would find them quite soft...
[Wait what is he talking about again. He's picturing her all curled up in furs, in Fhirdiad, in his-- No, wait. Never mind.]
...Anyway. You're all pink, you know.
[As if he's not got a deep flush in his own cheeks.]
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I thought you would prefer me to be excited.
[Dimitri brings a bottle in each hand when he shows up to the agreed place. He figures he'll need it, big as he is and immune to sensations as he's become.]
[Also because they're Faerghan, damnit, and they know how to drink.]
Sylvain?
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[ apparently dimitri is serious about the drinking because he's got two in hand when he greets him. looks like he's in for a very long night; which is exactly what he wants. a real aggressively sexy night.
he comes when he's called. sylvain smiles, and wraps a hand around his waist. ]
I'm here.
oops im slow too lol
At least I can always trust you to spend time with me, Sylvain.
[He lifts one of the bottles happily.]
Shall we?
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[The idea of curling up with Linhardt to sleep is... It sounds nice, even Dimitri can admit that.]
[Nudging him gently so he could fit into the bed with him too and falling asleep seemed so peaceful.]
[Maybe he would drum up the courage to try, one day.]
I think I would worry about that no matter what.
I couldn't forgive myself if I did.
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Erm... Well, something like that. I was not being violent, honestly.
I didn't expect to be kicked out, I tried to explain...
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Well, considering that you damaged their property, the "kicking you out" seems to be the normal procedure for something like this.
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Yes?? Of course I am trying to be quiet!
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I will try to be more quiet.
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He is so comfortable as a rug. He can get a lot of attention this way. The dogs like him too.
Ookuma... That sounds strong. [Because what is Japanese... He doesn't know.] I like it!
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I might have to go looking for bears if the rug is really all that. The ones here are smaller, but that shouldn't be a problem right?
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As long as their fur is soft, it would work. I think you have to brush them every so often.
[He doesn't know. There's servants for that.]
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so i have had insane computer issues hello
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@daughteroffire
[Dimitri makes sure to knock this time.]
[It is a cold night in his castle and more than that, it is lonely. After the meetings are over, the negotiations through, his retainers and companions go off to their own families and do their own things. And he doesn't think they shouldn't. Currently however, he is a host, and Daenerys is his guest. He is not quite alone. A winter storm has rolled into Fhirdiad (unsurprising,) and the fireplaces in the palace are stoked big and warm by the servants to keep the chill out. Not even Dimitri's dogs follow him to her chambers, the borzoi huddled together in front of a hearth somewhere, already dreaming of the next day where it might not be so cold. Dimitri has made sure the sauna is prepared, with plenty of hot coals for steam and cool water to pour. It wouldn't do any good to invite her if it wasn't.]
I thought we could enjoy the sauna, as you requested?
[He's less awkward about it than he was, he's had time to think on it. And the snowing and blowing and wind in the castle, the crackling fires, keeps the voices at bay. They are normal, familiar sounds he doesn't mistake for the ghosts of his past. So he arrives at her door dressed more casually, since bathing will be the goal and he's only just started to become more comfortable in his own home. It was progress, to not have him wearing his armor and his capes where ever he goes.]
Hopefully you have not been too cold, the storm has gotten much worse since dinner.
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Up until his arrival, she had been mostly contemplative than bothered by the temperature, as this wasn't the first nor the coldest storm she had experienced. No, Daenerys doubted she was even going to experience something like it again, that storm that had trailed after that king, one that had brought death itself, as unnatural as that being had been. But that had been in what felt a lifetime ago and in lands that we're no longer her concern, and at least this Northern Kingdom was more welcoming compared to her last experience. When the storm picked up she sent Missandei away to Torgo Nudho and was left to her own devices, which considering the visit from the king was probably for the best, there was the possibility that the presence of her handmaiden might have made him fumble a bit.
He's not as awkward as she had thought he could be, which was a nice thing, not that would have thought any less of him if he had been or not. With a small smile, she elegantly rose from the armchair she had been sitting, already wearing a robe in hues of blues and purples and doing more than enough in keeping her warm, closing her book and sitting on a table. And yes, she does take the time to look him over and the slightly more relaxed look he has, which is yet another welcome change considering that most of their time is spent on political matters, necessary ones of course, but they are off those duties at this moment. )
The sauna does sound lovely, while familiar with the idea I never had the chance to try it. ( Those had been for the rich people, and she had hardly been one. ) The cold is not bothering me that much, some of your servants were kind enough to leave the room warm enough. So shall we?
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Not while it's blizzarding like this of course, but some even like heating up in the sauna then stepping out into the snow.
[Some being himself, and his father, and most people. It helped to lock the head in. It also helped to be warmed with alcohol prior, but that was besides the point.]
I'm sure they will keep the fire going so it's still warm on your return.
[He gestures for her to follow him out in the hallway that was cooler than the bedrooms but not too chilly. The sauna rooms are close to the family bedchambers, one of which Daenerys is staying in now. His step mother's old rooms, comforting to Dimitri and close enough to the center of the palace to keep someone used to the sunny, warm shores of Enbarr warm even in the coldest of storms. He opens the door for her when they get there, into the room just outside the sauna itself where one undressed and hung clothing. Dimitri is... a bit embarrassed, considering he and Daenerys don't (yet) have an intimate relationship, but he did owe her. It made the idea of it feel... more casual, less nerve wracking.]
Here we are...
[Still... to give her privacy of her own, Dimitri turns away from her as he begins to undress, untying the neck of his soft blue shirt and pulling it up over his head. From behind she'd be able to see a myriad of scars from his time in exile, pink in places his skin had knit itself back together with no helping healing magic. One such scar cuts deep into the side of him, where it looks like he'd just narrowly missed someone cutting his belly open. His back is also a great expanse of muscle, strong and fit in the shoulders, though he narrows at the waist a bit, giving him a top heavy silhouette.]
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or there's another perk to it?
( Maybe something about endurance for the weather, though she also figures that growing up in a place like this already provided them with an advantage in that field. Though she had also been informed it wasn't always wintering, she just happened to arrive when it was.
There's a slight hum, and she follows as asked, memorizing the path shall she ever need it, though by now, she's more or less familiar with this area. In all honesty, she was surprised when she was given rooms in the family wing and not the guest one as was usual, but she had not questioned it and let it be. Once they seem to reach their destination, her violet eyes start to look around a bit curiously. While saunas were not unheard of, as they were places that had them in the Free Cities, she had never had the chance to actually set foot in one, not when she had either been running for her life or too busy being a queen to remember to find the time do so.
Whatever motion she did to undress promptly stops when the shirt is off, and all the scars are bare for her to see. She stares and briefly, just briefly remembers another man that had such violent history etched in his skin, but quickly dismisses his memory (if she looks back, she's lost), and right in front of her eyes is the proof of all the information that had been provided about this man and his kingdom, tales that could have passed as exaggeration for some but she knows better than to dismiss anything that might sound too outlandish.
She barely manages to catch herself from touching him, though her fingertips brush gently over one of his scars and slowly inches away from him, focusing instead on her own clothes, which is arguably an easier task than his, as she only needed to get the robe she had been wearing off. )
me browsing russian sauna spas for this post like god that looks amazing
strolls back here with a starbucks and a new everything...even face and age lmao
PSL - The things we do for our Friends - Linhardt & Dimitri
Marriages...
Linhardt is here for that very purpose. He isn't looking to find a spouse, however; rather, he's specifically here at Princess Edelgard's request.
Everyone expects her and Prince Dimitri to announce their engagement at any moment. Both royal houses have been hinting at it for years, and most nobility assumes the two have been in love since they were teenagers.
The truth is, unfortunately, far messier.
Edelgard has made it clear to her closest friends that she doesn't want to marry Dimitri. She instead hopes to become Emperor, focus on her own vision for Adrestia's future, and eventually marry when and if it suits her. If she does what everyone expects, she fears her ambitions will die with her wedding vows.
And so, she and some of the others hatched a plan very much behind Linhardt's back.
When they told him about it later on, they had all sorts of excuses as to why it had to be him. Because of his reclusive nature, most nobles didn't know what he looked like. He was also pretty enough to easily dress up as a noblewoman, and being a mage would help him (somehow)! Any way he tried to argue, they had a counter, even if not everything made the most logical sense.
In the end, he sighed and gave in. This was extremely important to Edelgard, and she was his friend. Maybe it wouldn't be too hard. He didn't have to do much other than find out how Dimitri felt about the matter and relay that information back to Enbarr. No one would suspect a thing.
Simple.
At least, he felt that way until he stepped into Blaiddyd castle and felt the weight of many, many eyes upon him, and decided that Dorothea's lessons on how to be a lady felt woefully insufficient.
After being announced (Count Hevring has a daughter? I thought he had a son! Well, I guess that name is confusing...), Linhardt carefully makes his way to a set of lavish couches against one wall of the ballroom and fusses with his dress, hair, and posture. The corset feels too tight, and he worries he isn't sitting properly.
It doesn't take very long before a few young noblemen approach him. Hardly a surprise considering he's from a prominent noble house and that he has a crest is coded in the very color of his hair. Of course there would be some here hoping to court someone like him.
The tallest of the group, a young man with bright red hair and a handsome face, tries to start flirting with him almost immediately. Linhardt feels himself panicking almost immediately: why hadn't he prepared for this? All he can think to do is keep his eyes down and voice soft and quiet. If he sends the noble away or causes a scene, his mission might be over before it even starts.
Of course, the noble, who introduces himself as Sylvain Jose Gautier, takes all of this as a positive sign, that he's just shy and blushing at the attention. One of his friends has already gotten bored and wandered off, while the other, dark-haired and scowling, looks like he'd rather start a fight than have any sort of conversation.
What Linhardt misses is the dark-haired noble looking somewhere past his shoulder and gesturing for someone's attention.]
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[So when his father offers him parties to meet other young noblewomen he accepts it, no matter how awkward and off put he is by them. Women fawn over him, men chum him up-- all of it fake, and he knows it. He'd grown up knowing it. Still, it was his duty to his father and so he endures. That is why when he sees Felix wave him over across the room he is happy to detach himself from a conversation with a Lord-something about his second daughter and come over to his friends. That, at least, is something Dimitri is able to do without feeling so awkward or so put upon. He could never take Sylvain's offers to sneak away with servant girls to drink and wench, of course not, but it was some sense of normalcy that was denied to him on these evenings.]
Felix-- Sylvain, too.
[The blond looks between the both of them and then frowns a little at the shrinking young woman the latter was giving his attentions to. Tall for a woman, perhaps, but quite pretty and obviously not at all into whatever Sylvain was talking to her about.]
Sylvain, you are being very-- overt.
[He tries not to lecture his friend about women at these parties, and they are for men like Sylvain and the women that enjoy them-- but he has to put his foot down sometimes. Dimitri looks to Linhardt.]
Please excuse him, he's always over eager. I am Dimitri.
[Felix rolls his eyes as Dimitri once again attempts to not introduce himself properly, as if there were any other blond Dimitris at King Lambert's parties, and wanders off himself to find them drinks.]
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Yes, he's come to Fhirdiad to speak with the prince, but he isn't ready. Nothing is turning out the way he'd hoped. He's only been here for a few hours and already he's drawn far too much attention to himself.
He's too easily manipulated. Edelgard, Hubert and Dorothea knew exactly how to trick him! And Caspar really didn't help with his taunts and teasing.
Now they're all back home and he's here, sitting on a fancy couch, trying his best to keep himself from losing his mind while Dimitri himself and another very important Kingdom noble look down at him.]
Um. Linhardt.
[At least he has the sense to keep his just soft enough to give himself away. To manage it, he has no choice but to sound very quiet and shy.
Maybe that's not such a bad thing.]
Your Highness. [He's definitely supposed to curtsy right now. Should he stand up and do that? Yes, of course he should! But standing and stepping aside proves more difficult than he anticipated, and Linhardt stumbles in unfamiliar shoes and has to catch himself on the arm of the couch to prevent a fall.
Someone please strike him down with thunder right now.]
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Oh goodness, let me help you!
[Before Sylvain got any ideas. It was probably Sylvain's fault for making her nervous in the first place.]
[Dimitri steps forward to offer Linhardt his arm, to help her up face creased with worry.]
Sylvain, why don't you go and help Felix with drinks?
[The redhead scoffs a little, though he's impressed with Dimitri's 'smooth move,' in helping Linhardt up and foisting him out of the situation. He just gives a dramatic kind of bow and a 'of course, your highness,' before scampering off to do just that. Dimitri looks back to Linhardt, almost sheepish as he helps her to stand.]
Are you all right?
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picturing a more put together version of dima in this lol like https://www.zerochan.net/3030305
that works!
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