[ And before Dimitri can comment further, he takes the opportunity given to him by the cat and leaves the stables without another word. He's already exposed himself (his emotions) too much in one day - he has to resume "hiding away", as Dimitri put it, before anything else slips.
Before he focuses too hard on his words. As he presses his back against the door to his room, Dimitri's voice rings in his ears, louder than his demons.
"Don't you ever want to forget?"
"That doesn't mean you don't want to."
Damn him - damn him for knowing him so well, for caring about him no matter how aggressively he shoves him away. And damn himself, too, for his weakness.
Because despite himself - despite how he continues to duck out of class the second the professor dismisses them for the day and sourly complains about the ball - he... doesn't want to back out of his promise to Annette and Mercedes. Goddess knows he'd never hear the end of it if he tried, anyway.
But there is an issue with that: Felix doesn't know how to dance. His footwork on the battlefield doesn't translate to the ballroom. He's well aware that, without practice, he will make a fool of himself on the night of the ball. (he still will, probably - it's not like he can become an expert overnight - but he'd like to think he could gain enough muscle memory to at least be passable.)
When it comes to potential practice partners, though, his options are limited. Annette and Mercedes are far too busy roping Ingrid into girly things for him to ask for their time, Ashe is meek as a lamb around him and would probably faint, and Sylvain... no. No way. So while his final choice isn't too great, it's the best he has.
At the end of class, Felix remains in his seat for once, and addresses Dimitri next to him. ] I heard the professor chose you to be our representative for the White Heron Cup. [ The news came as a bit of a relief to Felix - thank the goddess they didn't choose him - but he still wonders if Byleth has fish bait for brains. Dimitri might be charming, but he's... hopeless, to put it bluntly. ] How confident are you that you'll win?
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[ And before Dimitri can comment further, he takes the opportunity given to him by the cat and leaves the stables without another word. He's already exposed himself (his emotions) too much in one day - he has to resume "hiding away", as Dimitri put it, before anything else slips.
Before he focuses too hard on his words. As he presses his back against the door to his room, Dimitri's voice rings in his ears, louder than his demons.
"Don't you ever want to forget?"
"That doesn't mean you don't want to."
Damn him - damn him for knowing him so well, for caring about him no matter how aggressively he shoves him away. And damn himself, too, for his weakness.
Because despite himself - despite how he continues to duck out of class the second the professor dismisses them for the day and sourly complains about the ball - he... doesn't want to back out of his promise to Annette and Mercedes. Goddess knows he'd never hear the end of it if he tried, anyway.
But there is an issue with that: Felix doesn't know how to dance. His footwork on the battlefield doesn't translate to the ballroom. He's well aware that, without practice, he will make a fool of himself on the night of the ball. (he still will, probably - it's not like he can become an expert overnight - but he'd like to think he could gain enough muscle memory to at least be passable.)
When it comes to potential practice partners, though, his options are limited. Annette and Mercedes are far too busy roping Ingrid into girly things for him to ask for their time, Ashe is meek as a lamb around him and would probably faint, and Sylvain... no. No way. So while his final choice isn't too great, it's the best he has.
At the end of class, Felix remains in his seat for once, and addresses Dimitri next to him. ] I heard the professor chose you to be our representative for the White Heron Cup. [ The news came as a bit of a relief to Felix - thank the goddess they didn't choose him - but he still wonders if Byleth has fish bait for brains. Dimitri might be charming, but he's... hopeless, to put it bluntly. ] How confident are you that you'll win?