DIMITRI CATCHALL

[divineimpulse]

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W0, FRIDAY

[divineimpulse]

[byleth's quick enough to catch up with Dimitri, even with the head-start—luckily, there's just not that many places for him to go, even with all the space, regardless of how he's feeling. even forest vegetation can't save him—it's too widely spaced, and he's just too easily spotted, even as damp and muted color-palette-wise as he is.

she stops just a short distance from him, and begins pulling a large bathtowel out of her bag.]

Here. [she holds it out to him with both hands.]

[repress]

[ he's gotten good at finding places to hide, though he's also gotten very good at being avoided, and neither of these things helps him find solitude today. not with her here. he doesn't take the towel right away, just staring at her as he sizes her up. ]

What do you want.

w0; mondayish

[repress]

[ at some point she receives a blurry picture of half his thumb and a very quick-moving, furry blur. ]

[divineimpulse]

[she checks the address.

...]

Dimitri, you sent me a picture.

[maybe he meant to, maybe he didn't.]

W0, DEATHDAY FRIDAY

[divineimpulse]

Are you safe?

[repress]

[ regrettably, because he is the worst student ever, this doesn't get a response! ]

W0 DEATHDAY FRIDAY.....................2!

[divineimpulse]

[hup



well it took a little doing after lalli directed her, but

here's sensei

on the (sighs) on the roof

and there's the swamp thing.]

Dimitri.

[she's announcing her presence, but her voice is still fairly soft.]

[repress]

[ swamp thing is here. it's late now, wind moving unfiltered across the rooftop, and he's just looking out at nothing in particular. he doesn't turn to her voice, though he acknowledges it. ]

I knew this would happen.

[ death. dying. ]

w0 - sunday (execution)

[repress]

[ It's less that he checks in on her specifically, and more that he actually stops when he sees her outside training. It takes another moment, but he does stop his restless ghosting about to glide over to her. ]

What are you doing?

[divineimpulse]

[oh

he's been about, but not stopped before. she pauses, lowering her blade, to properly respond, look at him.]

Training.

w1 - monday

[repress]

[ he's still not really at the point of pleasantries, but he does actually chime in to message her, which might? be improvement? who's to say. ]

Did you receive more of these 'vouchers?'

[divineimpulse]

[oh!!!!!]

I received three more, for a total sum of four.

W1, WEDNESDAY NIGHT

[divineimpulse]

[very late wednesday night, after everything from the minievent has more or less calmed down, and people have all gone their separate ways, byleth makes her way to dimitri's secret sleep hole, or whatever.

at this point, he's pretty well set up, but she's still bringing a replacement blanket.

before getting too close, she announces herself.]

Dimitri?

...It's me.

[repress]

[ thanks professor. his sleep hole is, very sadly, pretty well stocked, but still. he's just sort of staring into space when she comes by.

probably enough time has passed for him to be sullen instead of embarrassed. ]

...Professor.

[ ...maybe a little embarrassed, still. ]

W1 FRIDAY, POST-INVES

[divineimpulse]

Are you safe?

[repress]

Is anyone safe here? [ yes ]

W1 SATURDAY, POST-TRIAL

[divineimpulse]

Still up for sparring?

[repress]

[ because it's byleth, he'll just be frank. ]

I don't know.

W2, FRIDAY

[divineimpulse]

Are you safe?

[repress]

As much as one can be in this place.

And you?

w2 - saturday

[repress]

Professor, a question.

[divineimpulse]

What is it?

W2, SUNDAY

[divineimpulse]

[and she drags him to the health office, otome's first aid kit around her good shoulder, and nobody is here because they've all gone to have their own pcs.

apparently she's had enough of words today, because she just points at the nearest cot once they're inside with an expression that brooks no argument.]

[repress]

[ ah, he knows that look. it's nostalgic, almost—back in the day where her authority overrode his. but right now they are equals, and he sits on the cot because he is tired and charred. ]

You saw all of it, then?

w3; monday

[repress]

Professor, there's something I need to speak with you about. Preferably in person.

[divineimpulse]

[oh?]

Of course.

How about at the Student Union Building?

W3, MONDAY...............................2!

[divineimpulse]

[and, later in the day, when she catches up with dimitri post claude-feather-handoff.]

Did he take it?

[repress]

[ he is out by the bonfire now, a troubled expression on his face before she arrives. he shakes it off in order to sigh. ]

It took a great deal of convincing, but yes.

W3, FRIDAY

[divineimpulse]

Are you safe?

[repress]

[ he's grown to expect these by now... but it's practically been a month, and he's relieved to get the message anyway. ]

Yes.

I do not believe Claude was targeted, either.

w3; saturday

[repress]

[ after all that drama and their sad little meeting... dimitri is still outside, out in the snowy treeline somewhere.

after all of it, he is... very drained. his shoulders sag a bit, the dark circles under his eyes even more obvious against his skin. but his voice is mild, whether with exhaustion or just finding some sort of calmness in the moment. ]

...Professor, may I talk to you about something?

[divineimpulse]

[otome and lux have taken their leave, so it's just the two of them, silhouetted in the diminishing light of the day.

she nods, her own face much the same—with notes of the day's events toiling in the corners.]

Of course.

W3, SUNDAY

[divineimpulse]

Dimitri, you should know that Sakyou may contact you soon.

I was posing as the holder of the safety voting ability for him, for protection. In light of my outing as one of the murderers, you'll be speaking with him about it from now on.

[repress]

[ GOD ]

This is all so much more complicated than I expected.

Did he know about you before this last trial?

W4, TUESDAY

[divineimpulse]

[hello dimitri. just about one of the only people she will willingly drop in on this week, and she catches him hanging around the mysterious rock wall.

her emotions are perfectly open with him: an ongoing backbeat of care, a frisson of happiness to see him.]

Have you done a task, yet?

[because it's fears. This Shit Again!]

[repress]

[ hi byleth. he tries to put his overwhelmingly dour mood this week on the backburner for her, because she undoubtedly has it worse. plus, he does feel more at-ease around her; he looks over in greeting, but shakes his head. ]

Not yet... I should get to it, though.

[ he's been slacking!! ]

w6; sunday

[repress]

[ once all the raucousness of reunions and reveals passes, dimitri will just be inside with a to-go cup of tea, disassociating a little. long day. at his side is a gray cat, who is just lazily flicking his tail and vibing with him.

he's probably zoned out enough that he doesn't notice anyone coming, for once. ]

[divineimpulse]

[wordlessly, she slips in the seat alongside of him, a cup of tea in her own hands, wrapped around it.

she doesn't say anything, just quietly waiting for him to realize she's there to begin with.]

w7; saturday

[repress]

[ with the campus as unstable as it's been, he's staying pretty close to winter dorm today, though he'll of course invite byleth inside when they inevitably meet up.

and... he has a to-go cup of tea for her! sorry there's no choices here, it's chamomile. ]

...I'm ready to leave, but I will admit I'll miss this place a bit.

[divineimpulse]

[she nods!]

It seems we may have a chance to visit again, when things ease.

[she sips her tea, inhaling the steam lightly.

and places the cup down.

...]

Dimitri, before we go—will you hear out a selfish confession of mine?

Someone recently told me to be a little selfish, and I thought... I'd try.