![]() ![]() There, behind the heavy oak door, stood Byleth Eisner. So distracted by such thoughts- and focused on how silently he could shift his weight from one foot to another- Dimitri failed to notice the rustling coming from the chamber in front of him until the hinges of it’s door were creaking. Now Dimitri stood in front of her room, trying not to think too hard about the fact that his brain had automatically directed him to Byleth’s side despite his recently rediscovered humanity, it seemed as if he still reverted to more animalistic tendencies in moments of crisis. Despite the best of his explanations, however, Byleth had just shrugged and walked away from him nonchalantly. Dimitri hadn’t meant to end his relationship with their previous professor, but the demons in his head had been shrieking particularly loudly and he felt as if it would be unfair to her to have to live her life with such a broken man. He hadn’t planned to head to Byleth’s quarters, especially not after his melodramatic performance earlier in the day women tended to dislike men who broke up with them for no reason, or so explained Sylvain after finding his childhood friend moping in the Cathedral. Unfortunately for Dimitri, cooler weather brought out almost all of the specters of the deceased, and tonight happened to be particularly chilly. ![]() His father, for instance, often bothered him on the eve of battles, whereas his stepmother preferred to chant on nights when the moon rose high in the sky. Just like the living, the dead had their preferences. ![]()
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