warmare: (お尻)
Hayame ([personal profile] warmare) wrote 2023-02-12 10:47 am (UTC)

[… She might be the most unenthused listener he’s ever had, it’s true. But it isn’t because she isn’t listening. She might be paying more attention to… him, rather than the words, but. Each little shift and gesture is something she’s hyperaware of, each breath, even, and more importantly—-

This sort of thing just didn’t happen to her. People didn’t risk life and limb to flip down against her nere they please, and they didn’t tell her stories. She’d almost just assumed he wouldn’t. That was for other people… like Matsukaze and his family, like the orphans in the village who had huddled by the fire and told themselves stories after dinner.

So what is she supposed to do now that he’s actually doing it? She grunts belatedly about this Dimitri- she knew a Dimitri, but was it the same one? Surely not, that man was ghastly pale of skin with hair like straw, and this man was dark of hair with sun-kissed skin. Not from the same place at all. But she’s not debating or wondering out loud.

Until he pauses as if he seems to be expecting some sort of input from her. Still mostly not looking, she vaguely supplies-]


And then you slayed the great beast?

[She doesn’t even know if she’s supposed to think this is real or not…]

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