a lion among ladies

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[ Dorothea doesn't exactly love spending time in the cathedral of Garreg Mach's campus, as stunning as the stained glass windows and flying buttresses are to behold. She hasn't put stock in the Seirosi faith since she was six years old.

In spite of that, she can still be seen there often in the days following the mission to quell the Western Church's rebellion in Gaspard territory, her hand rubbing circles in Ashe's back. She understands what it feels like to lose a parent, though she doesn't speak of it; instead, she only listens as he very gradually works his way through the shock and pain. Sometimes the only comfort is commiseration.

It's draining, though. She has to step back eventually, to try and shake off the old familiar feelings that watching another orphan in mourning dredges up in her.

Standing on the bridge that leads to the cathedral, she inhales the fresh mountain air and releases a sigh as she looks out over the scenery. A flash of blue in her peripheral vision catches her attention, though, and she's back on stage, turning to face her new house leader. ]

On your way to pray?

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"Of course I would," she says, kissing his cheek and standing briefly to allow him to lie back and situate himself first. Once he's comfortable, Dorothea settles in beside him, snuggling against the warmth of his body. There's a blanket at the foot of the cot, and she pulls it over them as she'd done the previous night, though nothing sexual is going to go on here tonight regardless of how much they might want to. With as closely as the tents are arranged in their camp, they would have an unfortunately large audience.

Even if that weren't the case, she's pretty certain that neither of them has the energy to get up to any trouble; once they're bundled up together under the thick wool blanket, Dorothea can practically feel the exhaustion weighing down on her.

"Would you like a song tonight, my love?" she asks, threading her fingers with Dimitri's.

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He's mostly clothed. He doesn't think he could really bear the idea of having her close but unable to touch, even if he also knows he's being responsible. He folds into her side with a low sigh. His arm tugs her close and under the heavy blankets he feels like perhaps he can rest for a little while. Even with everything running around in his head. Even with the decisions he has to make already weighing on him.

She's here.

That's enough.

"...I would love to hear you sing," he replies, "If you don't mind."

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"I'd sing for you any time, darling," she says. Her voice, when she does sing, is soft and sweet--an intimate tone in a private performance meant only for his ears.

I stand at your gate and the song that I sing is of moonlight
I stand and I wait for the touch of your hand in the blue night
The roses are sighing a moonlight serenade

The stars are aglow and tonight how their light sets me dreaming
My love, do you know that your eyes are like stars brightly beaming?
I bring you and I sing you a moonlight serenade

Let us stray till break of day in love's valley of dreams
Just you and I, a summer sky, a heavenly breeze kissing the trees

So don't let me wait, come to me tenderly in the blue night
I stand at your gate and I sing you a song in the moonlight
A love song, my darling, a moonlight serenade

When she's done, she kisses his lips softly and runs her thumb along the back of his hand. "Sleep now, darling. I'll be here when you wake."

[hauntedking]

The singing is wonderful. It soothes him. It makes him feel as if the worries he has to deal with are - for the moment - very far away. He sighs softly and curls closer to her, not wanting to let her go. As if he might wake up and she'll be gone.

"I'll see you in the morning, love. This will all be over soon enough. I promise you that."

And for once he does not have dark dreams.

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Dorothea watches Dimitri's face as he dozes off, only letting herself fall asleep once she's certain he's resting first. In the morning, she wakes curled against his chest, the noise of the camp outside the tent rousing her to a groggy consciousness.

She kisses his cheek and nuzzles him gently, peeling back the covers and sitting, then stretching, then sighing.

"I'd better get back to my tent, darling," she says, once she's sure he's awake enough to register. "I don't want us to be delayed because of me. It's going to be another long day of traveling."

And so it is, and so is the next. It isn't an easy journey to Fhirdiad with so many people in the convoy, and Dorothea wonders if everyone is going to be too weary to fight when they reach the city. She certainly feels like she might be.

Soon, the morning dawns when their paths will lead them to the city gates. Dorothea wakes beside Dimitri, as she has every morning of their trip thus far, and kisses him gently.

"Whatever happens today, I'll stand beside you. I promise. I love you, darling."

[hauntedking]

In the morning he's entangled with her, curled around her, and reluctant to let her go. He stirs as she does and starts to sit up. He blinks blearily, but he's used to having to wake up. To having to go. To having to do everything that's needed of him without much question. But he still doesn't really want her to go.

"You needn't..." He starts to say and then stops himself with a sigh, starting to shake himself more fully awake. She's right. And they have to keep moving. The journey seems to drag on and also rush by in an instant. By the time he sees the familiar walls of his home city, he's not sure he's ready.

But he'll do what he must. Because there's no alternative.

"I love you, too," he says and despite the confidence he tries to project, his mouth his dry. He blinks rapidly and then tugs her close for a fierce, tight hug.

"...I want this to be over with already."

But it won't be. Not for another day or two yet. And so he dresses and takes his lance and prepares to go into combat. It's going to be a long, bloody day and the worst part is he's going to be killing his own countrymen. Men and women who should be his subjects.

"Just stay safe," he tells her before they start. Before they really wade into blood.