[And here Dimitri thought that he could throw Felix off his scent by bringing Dedue along on his trip. Not that Felix really has any clue what he was doing on said trip, official or not. For the record though, it was a very personal trip set into motion months ago when he'd first written the letter to a renowned blacksmith to commission them.
His commission was almost complete and the point of the trip was to oversee final details and finally take it home. It really is a beautiful sword with it's thin silver blade that near shines white. Gold accents dance along where the blade meets the hilt and up and around the grip. Finally, the pommel and rain grip are decorated with a single apatite and amber gemstone. Its decorated but still tasteful, he thinks. And not like the usual swords he or Felix would use but that's not its purpose. Dimitri hopes Felix will love it.
Dimitri folds the blade in silk and takes it to his and Felix's shared room where it shall wait until the right moment. His arrival at Fhirdiad castle had been quiet and Felix had no been there to greet him. Nor had Dimitri passed his beloved on the way to their room - which meant that Felix could only be one other place.
Felix is going ham on a poor dummy at the training grounds, of course. Dimitri is not at all surprised, but there is something in how Felix moves that catches his eye. Felix always trains intensely - he always gives it his all - but this is something different. There is emotion in his swings and battle cries.
Dimitri leans against a pillar, arms crossed over his chest, and simply observes for a moment before announcing himself.]
My, Felix, what on earth could that dummy have done to offend you so terribly? [He chuckles.]
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His commission was almost complete and the point of the trip was to oversee final details and finally take it home. It really is a beautiful sword with it's thin silver blade that near shines white. Gold accents dance along where the blade meets the hilt and up and around the grip. Finally, the pommel and rain grip are decorated with a single apatite and amber gemstone. Its decorated but still tasteful, he thinks. And not like the usual swords he or Felix would use but that's not its purpose. Dimitri hopes Felix will love it.
Dimitri folds the blade in silk and takes it to his and Felix's shared room where it shall wait until the right moment. His arrival at Fhirdiad castle had been quiet and Felix had no been there to greet him. Nor had Dimitri passed his beloved on the way to their room - which meant that Felix could only be one other place.
Felix is going ham on a poor dummy at the training grounds, of course. Dimitri is not at all surprised, but there is something in how Felix moves that catches his eye. Felix always trains intensely - he always gives it his all - but this is something different. There is emotion in his swings and battle cries.
Dimitri leans against a pillar, arms crossed over his chest, and simply observes for a moment before announcing himself.]
My, Felix, what on earth could that dummy have done to offend you so terribly? [He chuckles.]