[ the crushing reminder of the day's events will continue to haunt him as he is given a forced reprieve from his duties as house leader in order for him to rest. too much of a burden for one person, delicately dancing over the topic of duscur for anyone who knows him better. he feels, in general, like a failure at not being able to control himself. and each news that comes to him feels like a concession to madness. a flame emperor. i am my father's son. dimitri sits on the edge of his bed and has his head in his hands thinking of what it all means, allowing himself to be driven to misery by the very idea of what he has lost. the day is long, and punishing.
mercifully, he ends up falling asleep in his exhaustion, and briefly jolted into wakefulness by someone slamming their door in the hallway (felix, yelling at sylvain). dimitri winces, and looks at the clock, and curses himself for oversleeping. he could've done work; none of that transpired, and instead he fell asleep instead. how ridiculous.
work is clarifying. work is punishing, but it is also clarifying. it's no surprise that it's not until later he remembers that he's to meet claude; thankfully he had written it on his planner before falling asleep. shower and new clothes help make the man, until he was himself again and ready to put on a more familiar face: prince of faerghus. dimitri. he eases into the rough edges until he feels like himself.
dimitri thinks of what he's told him, and ponders where to take claude, before he finds himself outside his door. ]
My apologies.
[ they walk and talk, dimitri thoughtful as he says; ] There is a farmer's market downtown, I think it'd be interesting to go through it. I know Annette has briefly mentioned their selection of baked goods; I'm interested in their dried meat.
Other than that, I haven't got anything planned, [ he says honestly. ] If I'm being honest, I ended up napping most of the day after we returned. I didn't realize how tired I was.
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mercifully, he ends up falling asleep in his exhaustion, and briefly jolted into wakefulness by someone slamming their door in the hallway (felix, yelling at sylvain). dimitri winces, and looks at the clock, and curses himself for oversleeping. he could've done work; none of that transpired, and instead he fell asleep instead. how ridiculous.
work is clarifying. work is punishing, but it is also clarifying. it's no surprise that it's not until later he remembers that he's to meet claude; thankfully he had written it on his planner before falling asleep. shower and new clothes help make the man, until he was himself again and ready to put on a more familiar face: prince of faerghus. dimitri. he eases into the rough edges until he feels like himself.
dimitri thinks of what he's told him, and ponders where to take claude, before he finds himself outside his door. ]
My apologies.
[ they walk and talk, dimitri thoughtful as he says; ] There is a farmer's market downtown, I think it'd be interesting to go through it. I know Annette has briefly mentioned their selection of baked goods; I'm interested in their dried meat.
Other than that, I haven't got anything planned, [ he says honestly. ] If I'm being honest, I ended up napping most of the day after we returned. I didn't realize how tired I was.