saviourking: (post | darker days are raining over me)
Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd ([personal profile] saviourking) wrote2026-08-25 12:21 pm
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[personal profile] crimsonflower 2020-09-05 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Is that so... I suppose it still surprises me to remember that even after all this time...

[She views him as a pivotal part in her survival as a child. He was the only one who wanted her to break free from the chains that the adults in her life shackled her with. She would cut a path. For him, for herself, and for those who suffered under the expectations of their societal structure.]

I simply do not wish to ruin those memories or, ah... disappoint.

[Especially since she looks so haunting at night in a white gown, or the way her arms and torso paint a grotesque picture of experiment and torture. Would she not make him uncomfortable?]
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[personal profile] crimsonflower 2020-09-08 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
I highly doubt anyone would have much of an appetite for what goes on in a bedroom after seeing me. There is a reason I wear long sleeves even in the summer, Dimitri.

[Edelgard is not afraid of people seeing her battle scars. Not at all, and she'll wear them like a badge of honor - of pride: a monument to her survival. However the carved flesh, purpled and marred, is something else altogether.

She wonder if he noticed it, or if she was able to keep her facade up until now. Gloves and long sleeves even in hot weather. Refusal to join classmates, friends, in swimming at the lake. Other little things that she hoped escaped everyone's notice...]
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[personal profile] crimsonflower 2020-09-09 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[And yet, being the thorn that she is, Edelgard immediately takes offense. Or at least takes it as a challenge.]

Is that so? Do you wish to prove yourself now?
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[personal profile] crimsonflower 2020-09-09 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hypothetical? How dare he, she thinks. He has no clue how she suffered. What she looks like. If he thinks her fears are so made-up perhaps Edelgard should show him why she fears so much.

Abruptly she stands from her seat. Her hands fiddle with the buttons of her shirt, but in the end it simply frustrates her. Tearing off her top she throws it defiantly at his feet. What use is decorum if it prevents you from proving a point?

So she stands there in a white bra that has a little violet bow between the cups. A khaki pencil skirt, and ankle socks trimmed with a lace similar to the kind that lines her bra.

Though who could spend that much time looking at clothes when the odd looking scars lining her arms demand attention. Purpled or paled skin, scar tissue with clean lines noting precision and purposefulness, and the way it has stretched over time because these are wounds from her childhood. These stand out as wholly unlike the other scars that nick her flesh along her hips or trail along her legs.]
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[personal profile] crimsonflower 2020-09-10 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Is it terrible of her that she felt more satisfaction from his shock and horror than she does from his acceptance? As if her bitter, scratched glass heart wanted only to say "I told you so".

Yet here he is. All warmth and support. Edelgard is not sure how to handle it. She's never had such kindness before. In fact with no idea how to handle it she almost feels angry. Angry at the world that twisted her in such a way she never learned to accept what is right before her now: admiration and love.

Soft and sweet like a summer breeze; warm like the rays of the sun dappled through a tree canopy.

Her hand balls into a fist, and her confident eyes that burned with defiance now fall away.]


Not as much as I could have been, but if that's just a pity comment I do not wish to have it.
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[personal profile] crimsonflower 2020-09-12 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Why is it that the words she wants to hear make her angry? Or perhaps it is not anger. Is it frustration? Maybe she is frustrated that her anger has no outlet now. No victim for which to burn with her flame. And perhaps a little disappointment, even.

Dimitri said she'd be his choice to bed, and yet she feels no heat or hunger from him? Though Edelgard doesn't seem to consider his admiration and reverence for her might outweigh any baser feelings.

To sum up? She's at a loss. Nowhere to vent frustration or grasp at closure. Unable to accept warmth and praise because even if she wants to she never learned how. Edelgard's hands ball into a fist before she reaches out with open palm turned upward.]


I suppose I should redress.
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[personal profile] crimsonflower 2020-09-14 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Despite the careful way he touches her Edelgard still flinches. He asks his question, and when her eyes finally meet his some time has gone by with silence between them.]

I do not know.

[Her voice is soft and belies her apprehension.]

I wished to be honest and clear the air, but I am unsure of where to go from here. And I dislike that uncertainty.

[After all her life has always had an end goal until now. First, to become Emperor, then it was to overthrow the Church, and then to take down Those Who Slither. But where is here life now? Where is the certainty? What end goal is there to this?]
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[personal profile] crimsonflower 2020-09-23 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Are... are you saying that you loved me, even back then? Even as you cursed my name?

[It shakes her, honestly. To think they both loved each other and were torn apart. To think that they may both feel the same now, but are unable to act because of the years between them.

Or... perhaps she's the only one unable to act. Despite overcoming so much she still feel frozen. Unable to grow beyond her place of righteous fury and rebellion. Or perhaps Edelgard is simply scared that she does not know how to accept even the simplest of affections. Stunted in more than just her height.]
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[personal profile] crimsonflower 2020-09-24 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
No, [she says softly as she raises their hands. He holds hers, but she cups her free hand over his. Now she holds him in her hands.]

There is no need to apologize. Your breakdown was intentional. It was planned. That's why I did not argue the truth at that time. And I feel as if maybe I know how to better accept your hate than I do your affection. I am not particularly well versed in receiving it. Or even having friends.

I never thought days like these would come again after I did what needed to be done.