[Felix's cheeks burn in shame as Dimitri scoops him up, his stomach twisting uncomfortably as he presses a hand over his mouth to keep himself from throwing up. Pathetic. What kind of shield is he if he's the one that has to be looked after by the one he has to protect?
But Felix knows better than to protest the arrangement now, considering the delicate situation they're in.]
...I'm the one who should be sorry, [Felix whispers, lowering his head as he rests against Dimitri's chest.] Just keep heading south for now.
[With a short nod and a brief kiss to the crown of his head, Dimitri picks up the pace, walking as fast as he can without jarring Felix around and prompting him to vomit. But not long after he manages to find a good rhythm does he spot a torch too close for comfort. The clanking of armor... are they looking for him?
He'll make sure they regret turning their backs on Faerghus.
Thankfully, there's some shrubbery nearby that he can sneak into. Dimitri quietly sets Felix down and removes his own pack, making to take the sword Felix has.]
Stay here and keep your head down. I will see to punishing these traitors.
[That kiss, brief as it is, warms Felix in a manner that Dimitri's usual touch doesn't. It's a small comfort he indulges in as Dimitri takes them both down the road ahead, closing his eyes as he continues to will his stomach and head to settle.
But then signs of their pursuers come, and before Felix could protest, Dimitri hides him and their supplies, moving to take his sword.
Felix opens his mouth to say something, but it feels like bile rather than words are about to come out so he shuts it promptly, instead moving to clasp Dimitri's hand as if to stop him.
But his grip lacks its usual power, and he quickly withdraws to embrace himself, shivering slightly as he purses his lips, unsure of how much longer he could hold on.]
[That settles it, doesn't it? He can't risk having these men pounce upon them with Felix so vulnerable. Dimitri pries the sword away and presses the dagger into Felix's hand instead, taking a few practice swings before he starts toward the light.
At first, it might seem like he's going to be quick and efficient. But all he's doing is cutting down the numbers until only the squad leader remains. Dimitri tears the shirt off one of the corpses and stuffs it in his mouth, muffling the screams as he reenacts all the things that were done to him, utterly lacking any mercy.
Unfortunately for Felix, he's close enough to hear those muffled cries anyway, and he's definitely close enough to hear bones snapping.]
[Felix vomits midway through the culling, unable to hold back any longer. While his headache remains, clarity comes with him emptying the contents of his stomach. And after a while, what Dimitri sounds like he's doing is not simply dispatching the soldiers hot on their trail.
It gets too much after a while, and tightly gripping the dagger in hand, he starts to crawl out of his hiding place. Suppressing the urge to throw up once more at the carnage before him, he staggers towards Dimitri and the struggling man beneath him, two words upon his lips.]
[Dimitri laughs, straddling the man's hips and grabbing his face with both hands.]
Tell me, do you think this is enough? Is being roughed up for five minutes enough to compensate for the lives lost at Duscur? For the crime of siding with the foul witch that supports those monsters?
[Slowly, he pulls the filthy shirt out of the man's mouth.]
Go on. You tell me. I advise you to think your answer through very carefully, though.
[Dimitri is not hearing him. It's the most chilling Dimitri has been with Felix since their reunion, bringing to mind Myrddin and his regrets long past, but Felix pushes those thoughts aside in favor on concentrating on the present and letting his legs drag him closer.
A wave of dizziness brings him to his knees, a wet noise coming with it as he sinks into a pool of spilled blood.]
Dimitri...
[An enemy would not call him by name, wouldn't he? But Felix does not know if it would work, given how words seem to be meaningless to Dimitri nowadays...
...He has to touch him. But between the darkness threatening to overtake him and the impossibility of doing it without drawing undue aggression, Felix settles for that as he brings himself to his feet once more to cross the decreasing distance between them and the man babbling for mercy.
The answer Dimitri is seeking seems to be less than satisfactory, however, but all the same it's the opening Felix is looking for. By the time he's within reaching distance, Dimitri lifts his hand to strike the fallen soldier, which Felix grabs before it could deliver further judgment.]
...Please, [Felix whispers, trembling as he fights Dimitri's Blaiddyd-gifted strength and the sickness threatening to overtake him.]
[The bastard just begs for mercy, as if his fellows have ever done such a thing. He can hear Glenn calling his name... no, mercy isn't what's needed here. Dimitri continues his assault, drawing his hand back to punch his teeth right out when the man gives up on begging and starts calling names instead. But someone grabs his hand, and he whirls to look and see who would dare —
And locks eyes with Felix, weakly pleading with him to stop.
Suddenly, he feels cold. Dimitri swallows down his anger, knowing they have to keep going. With Felix in this condition, what would happen if reinforcements came? He uses his other hand to quickly snap the man's neck. Dimitri sheathes the sword, gathering Felix up in his arms as he starts to make his way back to their gear, still radiating killing intent.]
[Felix tries to smile when Dimitri snaps out of his rage for the most part, but it comes off as a grimace as he swallows down another wave of sickness, keeping him mute as Dimitri makes his way back to their belongings before continuing their trip south.
While Felix tries to keep track of their surroundings as they go, eventually his mind gives out on him midway, blacking out a little past midnight. Once he comes to, he finds himself lying down on a dusty old bed, the room unfamiliar as the sound of water fills his ears--a bath no doubt being drawn.]
Dimitri...
[Sighing, he keeps himself where he is, simply staring at the tub dragged in front of the fire as Dimitri goes about filling it. Really, how useless of him--he's supposed to be the one taking care of Dimitri, not the other way around.]
[Even if Dimitri is a weapon for the dead, he can't completely ignore it when someone so close to him seems to be in danger. Felix passing out is, in many ways, the best thing that could have happened at that moment. His focus immediately shifted to the escape and finding somewhere safe to get cleaned up, and he's put a fair amount of distance between them and the capital.
Felix is clearly unwell, so he can't risk a cold bath. Dimitri is doing everything he can to get that tub filled with hot water, though he will temporarily abandon the task when Felix speaks. He walks over to his bedside and sits down on the mattress, brushing Felix's hair away from his face.]
[Tears bead at the corner of Felix's eyes as Dimitri moves to greet him, a phenomenon he tries to blink away along with the heaviness in his heart. While the weight in his chest doesn't quite disappear, he at least manages to stop himself from crying in relief. He simply moves to clasp Dimitri's hand, keeping it close to his cheek as he tries to ignore the brief pounding of his head.]
...Where are we right now?
[This does not look like the safehouse he had prepared in Conand, by any means.]
[The look on Felix's face is painful, somehow. Dimitri can't keep on watching him directly, so he turns his gaze to the fire.]
A shelter for hunters in the forests south of the capital. We should be able to reach the border tomorrow, but I was not entirely certain who your contacts were... and we need to wash away this blood before seeing anyone, anyway. Better to not raise suspicion.
No. You should go first. You are clearly unwell, so it is better to use the water while it's hot.
[That, and despite the fact that it was Dimitri who did the killing, Felix literally dragging himself through that puddle of blood resulted in him being the filthy one this time. He strokes Felix's cheek with his thumb, sighing.]
[Felix purses his lips, tempted to protest at being coddled like this, but he thinks better of it, sighing as he nods and sits up, cringing slightly as his stomach threatens to hurl.]
Let me know if you need any help getting undressed. I shall finish filling the tub in the meantime.
[Dimitri hesitates for a moment, reluctant to put any distance between them... but seeing Felix soaked in blood, even if it isn't his, is disturbing enough to prompt him to return to his task.]
[The stains are well on their way to drying up, but still feel sticky against Felix's skin as he peels his clothes off. His clothes are a disaster...]
Could you throw these into a bucket to soak? [Shivering as he sits naked on the bed, Felix gestures to the discarded garments next to him.] I'll... take care of them later.
[He has a spare set packed, but it'd be good not to let go of his current set, stained as they are. That said, he'll try to stand, but with his footing a little unstable, he sits right back down, chewing lightly on his lower lip as he ponders upon how he should cross that short distance between them.]
[Thankfully, cleaning blood from clothing involves cold water, so he won't have to wait for a bucketful to heat. Dimitri lightly lathers the clothes and adds his shirt in with them before leaving them and returning to Felix's side. Initially, he doesn't think that much of the nudity, but when he reaches out to support him and meets with so much bare skin, he can't help but remember all at once how long it's been. There were certain things he refused to do while he was trapped in that cell, not willing to give his captors a chance to mock him.
Dimitri shivers.]
Come. It is plenty warm near the hearth. Just lean on me...
[And Felix does, more than glad for the support before he grips the edge of the tub and carefully climbs in. A pleasured sigh escapes him as he sinks into the warm water, a relief along with his nausea and headache ebbing.
He does not linger though, and after a while, he starts reaching for the soap, determined to make this quick so Dimitri could have his turn.]
[Noting Felix reaching for the soap, Dimitri hands it over — but not before lathering up his own hands, too. He reaches in to wash Felix's back, his touch somewhat trepidatious, as if he's not sure he should be doing it at all. It seems wrong to indulge, knowing what happened to Dedue, what will surely happen to anyone that dares to stand in Edelgard's way...]
[That Dimitri wants to help is something of a surprise. But a pleasant one, and Felix hums his assent as Dimitri goes about it. Still, he can't help but notice his hesitation, unusual, but understandable, perhaps...]
[Though that isn't exactly what was troubling him, it is reassuring all the same. Dimitri takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly as he at least partially gives in to the urge to embrace Felix. He nuzzles into the crook of his neck from behind, wrapping both his arms around his chest.]
[Dimitri embracing him like this is so unthinkable that Felix tenses under that warm hug. But all the same, it's welcome, too welcome that emotion swells in his chest at the reality of it.
Felix's shoulders relax as he reaches to keep Dimitri's arms in place, hugging them close as he hangs his head.]
[As if possessing a will of their own, Dimitri's hands start wandering, gliding over Felix's torso. Though he is technically washing him, the first flickers of heat start to stir at the contact.]
Felix...
[Trailing off, Dimitri frowns to himself. Felix is sick, he can't just — take him right here in bathwater that will cool within fifteen minutes.]
[Innocuous as the touch is supposed to be--or so Felix thinks they might be in this context, his gut twists in anticipation anyway, wondering where Dimitri's hand may wander next--]
Alright.
[Dimitri's voice snaps him out of his small reverie, drawing to mind other matters, like the water cooling around him. He tilts his head as instructed, allowing Dimitri to take care of that as Felix finishes up with washing his body. This, perhaps, isn't the most appropriate place or time to feel so aroused, but when it has been too long, it's quite difficult not to notice or indulge in Dimitri's proximity...]
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But Felix knows better than to protest the arrangement now, considering the delicate situation they're in.]
...I'm the one who should be sorry, [Felix whispers, lowering his head as he rests against Dimitri's chest.] Just keep heading south for now.
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He'll make sure they regret turning their backs on Faerghus.
Thankfully, there's some shrubbery nearby that he can sneak into. Dimitri quietly sets Felix down and removes his own pack, making to take the sword Felix has.]
Stay here and keep your head down. I will see to punishing these traitors.
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But then signs of their pursuers come, and before Felix could protest, Dimitri hides him and their supplies, moving to take his sword.
Felix opens his mouth to say something, but it feels like bile rather than words are about to come out so he shuts it promptly, instead moving to clasp Dimitri's hand as if to stop him.
But his grip lacks its usual power, and he quickly withdraws to embrace himself, shivering slightly as he purses his lips, unsure of how much longer he could hold on.]
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At first, it might seem like he's going to be quick and efficient. But all he's doing is cutting down the numbers until only the squad leader remains. Dimitri tears the shirt off one of the corpses and stuffs it in his mouth, muffling the screams as he reenacts all the things that were done to him, utterly lacking any mercy.
Unfortunately for Felix, he's close enough to hear those muffled cries anyway, and he's definitely close enough to hear bones snapping.]
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It gets too much after a while, and tightly gripping the dagger in hand, he starts to crawl out of his hiding place. Suppressing the urge to throw up once more at the carnage before him, he staggers towards Dimitri and the struggling man beneath him, two words upon his lips.]
That's enough.
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[Dimitri laughs, straddling the man's hips and grabbing his face with both hands.]
Tell me, do you think this is enough? Is being roughed up for five minutes enough to compensate for the lives lost at Duscur? For the crime of siding with the foul witch that supports those monsters?
[Slowly, he pulls the filthy shirt out of the man's mouth.]
Go on. You tell me. I advise you to think your answer through very carefully, though.
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A wave of dizziness brings him to his knees, a wet noise coming with it as he sinks into a pool of spilled blood.]
Dimitri...
[An enemy would not call him by name, wouldn't he? But Felix does not know if it would work, given how words seem to be meaningless to Dimitri nowadays...
...He has to touch him. But between the darkness threatening to overtake him and the impossibility of doing it without drawing undue aggression, Felix settles for that as he brings himself to his feet once more to cross the decreasing distance between them and the man babbling for mercy.
The answer Dimitri is seeking seems to be less than satisfactory, however, but all the same it's the opening Felix is looking for. By the time he's within reaching distance, Dimitri lifts his hand to strike the fallen soldier, which Felix grabs before it could deliver further judgment.]
...Please, [Felix whispers, trembling as he fights Dimitri's Blaiddyd-gifted strength and the sickness threatening to overtake him.]
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And locks eyes with Felix, weakly pleading with him to stop.
Suddenly, he feels cold. Dimitri swallows down his anger, knowing they have to keep going. With Felix in this condition, what would happen if reinforcements came? He uses his other hand to quickly snap the man's neck. Dimitri sheathes the sword, gathering Felix up in his arms as he starts to make his way back to their gear, still radiating killing intent.]
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While Felix tries to keep track of their surroundings as they go, eventually his mind gives out on him midway, blacking out a little past midnight. Once he comes to, he finds himself lying down on a dusty old bed, the room unfamiliar as the sound of water fills his ears--a bath no doubt being drawn.]
Dimitri...
[Sighing, he keeps himself where he is, simply staring at the tub dragged in front of the fire as Dimitri goes about filling it. Really, how useless of him--he's supposed to be the one taking care of Dimitri, not the other way around.]
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Felix is clearly unwell, so he can't risk a cold bath. Dimitri is doing everything he can to get that tub filled with hot water, though he will temporarily abandon the task when Felix speaks. He walks over to his bedside and sits down on the mattress, brushing Felix's hair away from his face.]
I'm here.
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...Where are we right now?
[This does not look like the safehouse he had prepared in Conand, by any means.]
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A shelter for hunters in the forests south of the capital. We should be able to reach the border tomorrow, but I was not entirely certain who your contacts were... and we need to wash away this blood before seeing anyone, anyway. Better to not raise suspicion.
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[Felix squeezes Dimitri's hand, closing his eyes briefly before opening them again, squinting as he tries to get a better look at Dimitri.]
Do you want to go ahead? I can lie down for a little longer.
[If he's to be honest, he's still feeling a little queasy... but no sense worrying Dimitri with that now.]
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[That, and despite the fact that it was Dimitri who did the killing, Felix literally dragging himself through that puddle of blood resulted in him being the filthy one this time. He strokes Felix's cheek with his thumb, sighing.]
Please, allow me to assist you.
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Alright.
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[Dimitri hesitates for a moment, reluctant to put any distance between them... but seeing Felix soaked in blood, even if it isn't his, is disturbing enough to prompt him to return to his task.]
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Could you throw these into a bucket to soak? [Shivering as he sits naked on the bed, Felix gestures to the discarded garments next to him.] I'll... take care of them later.
[He has a spare set packed, but it'd be good not to let go of his current set, stained as they are. That said, he'll try to stand, but with his footing a little unstable, he sits right back down, chewing lightly on his lower lip as he ponders upon how he should cross that short distance between them.]
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[Thankfully, cleaning blood from clothing involves cold water, so he won't have to wait for a bucketful to heat. Dimitri lightly lathers the clothes and adds his shirt in with them before leaving them and returning to Felix's side. Initially, he doesn't think that much of the nudity, but when he reaches out to support him and meets with so much bare skin, he can't help but remember all at once how long it's been. There were certain things he refused to do while he was trapped in that cell, not willing to give his captors a chance to mock him.
Dimitri shivers.]
Come. It is plenty warm near the hearth. Just lean on me...
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[And Felix does, more than glad for the support before he grips the edge of the tub and carefully climbs in. A pleasured sigh escapes him as he sinks into the warm water, a relief along with his nausea and headache ebbing.
He does not linger though, and after a while, he starts reaching for the soap, determined to make this quick so Dimitri could have his turn.]
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I'm... not going to break if you touch me.
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I know.
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Felix's shoulders relax as he reaches to keep Dimitri's arms in place, hugging them close as he hangs his head.]
Good.
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Felix...
[Trailing off, Dimitri frowns to himself. Felix is sick, he can't just — take him right here in bathwater that will cool within fifteen minutes.]
...tilt your head back. I will tend to your hair.
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Alright.
[Dimitri's voice snaps him out of his small reverie, drawing to mind other matters, like the water cooling around him. He tilts his head as instructed, allowing Dimitri to take care of that as Felix finishes up with washing his body. This, perhaps, isn't the most appropriate place or time to feel so aroused, but when it has been too long, it's quite difficult not to notice or indulge in Dimitri's proximity...]
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