[ and, well, that. what yuri says and what he truly feels are, as always, different-- and dimitri picks it apart perfectly in thinking that yuri doesn't actually desire a claim to fame in the form of a bronzed statue. it's not often someone calls him on his bluff, intentionally or otherwise. ]
glad you've decided to see reason. and so graciously, too. it's going to make it less fun for me when i get to say 'i told you so.'
[ and yuri intends to be able to say exactly that. he'll take advantage of that trust, as ill-placed as it is. it turns into his new side project of sorts. over the next few weeks, dimitri finds himself the (unwitting?) victim of yuri's questioning-- he messages to ask when dimitri feels the most alert, what kind of things keep him from sleeping, what he does to relax, and so on. all the answers are roughly the same level of horrifying. yuri's beginning to realize that it's a miracle dimitri is even standing on two feet most days.
he enlists constance's help, since yuri has always been better with faith magic than with reason. the herbs, though, are all yuri. his mother always had a knack with them, since even cheap medicine was too much of a luxury for them. the end result is something that looks quite like a potion, though constance insists it's a sleeping draught. it's all semantics to yuri. what matters is if it works.
he corners dimitri late one night and shakes a bottle of the stuff at him. ]
Got a first draft for you. Hopefully something that'll help you relax. And it's not even booze... although I could get you that, too, if you want.
[ the way yuri smirks is enough to hide the flicker of excitement in his eyes. nothing quite like seeing the efforts of his labor paying off. ]
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[ and, well, that. what yuri says and what he truly feels are, as always, different-- and dimitri picks it apart perfectly in thinking that yuri doesn't actually desire a claim to fame in the form of a bronzed statue. it's not often someone calls him on his bluff, intentionally or otherwise. ]
glad you've decided to see reason. and so graciously, too. it's going to make it less fun for me when i get to say 'i told you so.'
[ and yuri intends to be able to say exactly that. he'll take advantage of that trust, as ill-placed as it is. it turns into his new side project of sorts. over the next few weeks, dimitri finds himself the (unwitting?) victim of yuri's questioning-- he messages to ask when dimitri feels the most alert, what kind of things keep him from sleeping, what he does to relax, and so on. all the answers are roughly the same level of horrifying. yuri's beginning to realize that it's a miracle dimitri is even standing on two feet most days.
he enlists constance's help, since yuri has always been better with faith magic than with reason. the herbs, though, are all yuri. his mother always had a knack with them, since even cheap medicine was too much of a luxury for them. the end result is something that looks quite like a potion, though constance insists it's a sleeping draught. it's all semantics to yuri. what matters is if it works.
he corners dimitri late one night and shakes a bottle of the stuff at him. ]
Got a first draft for you. Hopefully something that'll help you relax. And it's not even booze... although I could get you that, too, if you want.
[ the way yuri smirks is enough to hide the flicker of excitement in his eyes. nothing quite like seeing the efforts of his labor paying off. ]