Dimitri! Did you adopt the cats? I surely hope you did because I purchased something on sale and they would be of no use if you did not adopt the cats. Also, hello, I hope you are well.
[Hey, guess what, it's Winter Holiday Time! That means gifts, and so Dimitri will be getting an all expenses paid couples spa day for Dimitri and Byleth, in addition to everything necessary - pampering, tailored suit, spiffy shoes - to get him all dapper for the upcoming ball.
[ He's a bit flustered when he gets this, looking at all the presents and not sure what to make of them. So he just says— ]
I appreciate the courting, Sylvain. But shouldn't you be spoiling yourself, too?
[ And it's why, in a nicely wrapped blue box, Sylvain's going to get an elegant set of scented candles in his bedroom, and a black-and-red men's scarf with a matching sweater shirt, and an elegant pin to wear on a suit.
He might have gone feral but he at least tried for something soft! {
[ Left on Dimitri's bedside are a bouquet of dark blue flowers and a nicely wrapped box with a bow on it. If Dimitri ventures inside, he'll find an antique dagger with a small lion embellishment wrapped in a silver chain with a moon pendant, as Dimitri was born on the Ethereal Moon. A nicely written letter attached to it reads:
[ He'd honestly forgotten that his birthday was approaching, so when he wakes up to the letter and present and no Byleth to his side, he feels his heart clench...
Excuse him while he has a tiny cry before he replies— ]
[ There are multiple packages at Dimitri's place today. One is a small box with a shiny black bow that contains these fine gloves with cashmere lining. There is also a nice new eyepatch in there in case wearing one all the time gets stinky.
The next package is a bunch of food. Lots of fancy cheese, some sausage (wink wonk), fresh bread, apple cider, coffee beans, and holiday tea, along with some Firialia candy (don't ask him if they're good, he didn't try the sugary stuff).
The card reads: "Happy Birthday, Happy Festival, from Felix" ]
[A large black box appears, with golden ribbon and a decorative deer antler tied as an extra decoration to make the present stand out. It's a combined birthday-and-holiday present so that is why there is a lot for Dimitri.]
To an old rival, a war-torn soul, and a friend once lost but reunited.
A cherished belated birthday and good tidings of the festivities for you.
Demons may still haunt you, but if my light radiates them away... So be it.
I'll keep on shining to warm every soul. Especially yours.
So keep your head high so your crown doesn't fall.
Even if we are far away, the wind will bring me back to you.
[A silver ring of a kingly lion, leather boots in Dimitri's size that are adjustable to preference, three leather eyepatches, a decorative light in the shape of a moon, an arrangement of white calla lilies, and a decorative spear head mounted on a pedestal with a small blurb that it was made from a village of cat-people blacksmiths.]
[ Claude... he looks at these quietly, unable to form words as he reads the message. He truly and everything remains a mystery, and yet...
He smiles to himself, unable to hide his grateful smile. What could be give Claude to show him how much he means to him... ah, his friends truly are impossible! And he loves them all... ]
[ Dimitri will find a poorly wrapped box next to him on the night stand when he awakens. Inside is a pair of ornate lion hair clips and a fancy fur cloak for the winter. There's also another gift he'll present to him in person (resized thankfully for Dimitri's finger)...
But for now, he welcomes Dimitri with a quaint note:
[On Christmas Dimitri will get a basket delivered to him with freshly baked goods as well as a special gift just for him.]
Darling Dimitri,
You've grown so much during the time that I've known you and I look forward to seeing where you will go from here. Please enjoy this gift from me for when you and your darling go on walks together.
[ For Coiled Hearts, Dimitri will find a nicely wrapped box with a letter attached to it. Should he brave opening it, there will be a surprise inside (click the icon). The letter reads:
[ After class? He lets out a soft laugh at that. And once he does have his sweet, even if he can't taste it- but the texture is pleasant, and his gaze softens as he sends back a text. ]
Happy... Coiled Hearts, my beloved. This may have been your sweetest catch yet. Please keep an eye on your deliveries, too. There will be something for you as well. But I can talk to you here until then.
[Oh no. Edelgard thumbed the send button almost immediately after she started typing. ...Which is weird, because she has steady hands. Hands that don’t shake.]
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[A few quick moments later.]
Pardon me.
I would have hoped you to see a neatly composed message by the time you realized I was contacting you.
I ask that you refrain from response until I’ve finished.
Dimitri, I have spent long cruel hours for the better part of this year toiling within my own thoughts - amidst the memories in my head...and the memories yet to come. Make no mistake that I intend to, and have always intended to swallow as much blood as necessary to birth my dream for the world. This is my responsibility, my burden, and no one else’s. Do you understand, Dimitri? My ideals are everything to me. They are the reason I walk, the reason I breath. They are my beating heart.
It feels as though, were those ideals to falter, I...
And yet, knowing that, having already staked my life, my heart, I find myself growing restless. I stand at a bridge that you have long since crossed...Many of you have. Which I believe has made being around you, speaking to you, any of you...feel very unnerving at times. I am forced to answer for crimes I did not commit, a path I have not yet walked....I am prepared, fated to make decisions that will destroy the lives of others. Of your friends. Even your life, Dimitri. But you already know that.
I should be sure of myself, of my future, but Dimitri, I am shaken. And I admit that...even saying that makes me sick to my stomach. I am not one to admit weakness, as you are likely aware, but these words stir endlessly in my head like a curse. There is no action I can take in this place to assure myself that I am doing the right thing, I cannot forge ahead...I am stuck at the crossroads of my future. What am I afforded by this stasis? I am forced to live only with the terror and pain of my choices and none of what justifies it. I am eighteen years old and have had five years of bloodshed thrust upon me. There was no time for me to adjust, to understand my own choices and become a worthy emperor, one that can keep from losing sleep over destroying the life of someone that I used to care dearly about...and many others.
What am I to do? I have asked myself. I thought perhaps I would go to the Professor, but...I began thinking of the reason that I am here, and what my presence here affords me. I believe that, maybe it’s
You.
Finally, I can talk to you. As...myself.
You are free to disregard all of the blither that precedes this questions, but I would appreciate an answer to this:
Dimitri, you are free to hate me, revile me...But if you would allow it, I would enjoy the opportunity to speak with you, unburdened by politics, war, and posturing.
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Also, hello, I hope you are well.
[Nice, it's nightmare fuel.]
me forgetting my inbox exists YOU HAD TO POST THIS WHEN I WAS BLIND
Lady Sen?
You actually spent on the kittens?
This is very kind of you
I did not know people dressed their pets this way.
oh i see how it is :'(
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how
are you
[ he's trying ok ]
I'm crying
we all are
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And a nice, cozy blanket, of course.]
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I appreciate the courting, Sylvain.
But shouldn't you be spoiling yourself, too?
[ And it's why, in a nicely wrapped blue box, Sylvain's going to get an elegant set of scented candles in his bedroom, and a black-and-red men's scarf with a matching sweater shirt, and an elegant pin to wear on a suit.
He might have gone feral but he at least tried for something soft! {
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Happy Birthday, Dimitri!
𝒟𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉𝓇𝒾,
𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓋𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒾𝓅𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹,
𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐼 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒.
𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝒷𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒, 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝓊𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊.
𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹.
𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝐵𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎.
-(𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇) 𝐵𝓎𝓁𝑒𝓉𝒽 ]
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Excuse him while he has a tiny cry before he replies— ]
Where are you, beloved?
[ Simple and to the point. ]
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special delivery - on Dimi's birthday
The next package is a bunch of food. Lots of fancy cheese, some sausage (wink wonk), fresh bread, apple cider, coffee beans, and holiday tea, along with some Firialia candy (don't ask him if they're good, he didn't try the sugary stuff).
The card reads: "Happy Birthday, Happy Festival, from Felix" ]
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Oh, Felix. How can he show him he cares just as much? ]
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something something gifting
[A silver ring of a kingly lion, leather boots in Dimitri's size that are adjustable to preference, three leather eyepatches, a decorative light in the shape of a moon, an arrangement of white calla lilies, and a decorative spear head mounted on a pedestal with a small blurb that it was made from a village of cat-people blacksmiths.]
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He smiles to himself, unable to hide his grateful smile. What could be give Claude to show him how much he means to him... ah, his friends truly are impossible! And he loves them all... ]
Merry Firialia
But for now, he welcomes Dimitri with a quaint note:
𝒟𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉𝓇𝒾,
𝑀𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓁𝒾𝒶. 𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒.
-𝐵𝓎𝓁𝑒𝓉𝒽 ]
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Beloved, surely this wasn't necessary—
Where are you now?
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Christmas Delivery
Darling Dimitri,
You've grown so much during the time that I've known you and I look forward to seeing where you will go from here. Please enjoy this gift from me for when you and your darling go on walks together.
Yours truly,
Manuela
Happy Coiled Hearts!
[ For Coiled Hearts, Dimitri will find a nicely wrapped box with a letter attached to it. Should he brave opening it, there will be a surprise inside (click the icon). The letter reads:
𝔇𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔯𝔦,
ℌ𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔶 ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔙𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔢'𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔇𝔞𝔶. ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔰.
𝔅𝔶𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔥 ]
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Happy... Coiled Hearts, my beloved.
This may have been your sweetest catch yet.
Please keep an eye on your deliveries, too.
There will be something for you as well.
But I can talk to you here until then.
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Late April, Late at night, 1/2
[Oh no. Edelgard thumbed the send button almost immediately after she started typing. ...Which is weird, because she has steady hands. Hands that don’t shake.]
...
[A few quick moments later.]
Pardon me.
I would have hoped you to see a neatly composed message by the time you realized I was contacting you.
I ask that you refrain from response until I’ve finished.
Thank you.
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Dimitri, I have spent long cruel hours for the better part of this year toiling within my own thoughts - amidst the memories in my head...and the memories yet to come. Make no mistake that I intend to, and have always intended to swallow as much blood as necessary to birth my dream for the world. This is my responsibility, my burden, and no one else’s. Do you understand, Dimitri? My ideals are everything to me. They are the reason I walk, the reason I breath. They are my beating heart.
It feels as though, were those ideals to falter, I...
And yet, knowing that, having already staked my life, my heart, I find myself growing restless. I stand at a bridge that you have long since crossed...Many of you have. Which I believe has made being around you, speaking to you, any of you...feel very unnerving at times. I am forced to answer for crimes I did not commit, a path I have not yet walked....I am prepared, fated to make decisions that will destroy the lives of others. Of your friends. Even your life, Dimitri. But you already know that.
I should be sure of myself, of my future, but Dimitri, I am shaken. And I admit that...even saying that makes me sick to my stomach. I am not one to admit weakness, as you are likely aware, but these words stir endlessly in my head like a curse. There is no action I can take in this place to assure myself that I am doing the right thing, I cannot forge ahead...I am stuck at the crossroads of my future. What am I afforded by this stasis? I am forced to live only with the terror and pain of my choices and none of what justifies it. I am eighteen years old and have had five years of bloodshed thrust upon me. There was no time for me to adjust, to understand my own choices and become a worthy emperor, one that can keep from losing sleep over destroying the life of someone that I used to care dearly about...and many others.
What am I to do? I have asked myself. I thought perhaps I would go to the Professor, but...I began thinking of the reason that I am here, and what my presence here affords me. I believe that, maybe it’s
You.
Finally, I can talk to you. As...myself.
You are free to disregard all of the blither that precedes this questions, but I would appreciate an answer to this:
Dimitri, you are free to hate me, revile me...But if you would allow it, I would enjoy the opportunity to speak with you, unburdened by politics, war, and posturing.
Perhaps what I really mean to say is
Hello, Dimitri. It’s Edelgard.
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welcome back, dimitri, you have 7 missed messages, do you want to read them?
message 001 at 20:59 on 05/15
Dimitri, it's practice using the button for the pictures.
Look good?
message 002 at 22:59 on 05/15
I'll save it for tomorrow.
message 003 at 6:23 on 05/16
Fed them and changed the littler box.
message 004 at 22:31 on 05/16
You didn't report for duty today.
Is something wrong?
message 005 at 04:30 on 05/17
That's new.
I don't know which.
message 006 at 21:11 on 05/17
message 007 at 03:43 on 05/18
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text; un: byleth
THAT WAS TEXT JESUS oh my god. Thanks subject line.
it's okay we'll live
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