[ The joke (if "I don't believe there is a proper etiquette to this sort of thing" could be considered as such) falls flat with Felix. He swats his hand away, grumbling at his tentative politeness. How dare he act this way, like he did something so heinous that he's lost his trust. All he did was spill extra blood and make a mess of his shirt. ]
Fine. [ He sits back in his lap and begins undoing the clasps of his cloak. ] Make yourself useful and close the wounds. [ While he... undresses...? ]
[ Felix only pauses after his top layer's removed, discarded carelessly on the floor next to them. ]
Hurry up. I don't have all day. [ The undershirt might be a lost cause, but that doesn't mean he wants everything else unnecessarily bloodstained, thanks. ]
[Dimitri still isn’t the most adept in Faith, despite Byleth and Mercedes’ best efforts, so he needs to concentrate. He can no longer avert his gaze and has to focus on the wound rather than Felix’s bare chest just inches away from him.
Thankfully, Dimitri’s instinct to protect and take care of Felix overpowers any other unsavory thoughts he might have. He hovers one hand over the puncture wounds, closes his good eye, and wills all the warmth and good faith into Felix’s body.
Back when they were students, Byleth had suggested he take lessons in Faith to round out his skill set. Dimitri had declined because he didn’t think he had an ounce of good energy or faith inside his body. There was no way he could heal or use white magic with his hands, stained with blood and rage.
So he is still surprised, even now after doing this with Felix so many times, when he feels the tingle of magic his hands. He never quite believes it, either. Dimitri still has to confirm, over and over again, that it has been effective. That he’s actually done something good after doing something so monstrous.]
[ Though Dimitri may doubt himself, his ability to heal is undeniable. The two puncture wounds on Felix's neck close up without issue, leaving the skin unmarred. Were it not for the blood, a deep crimson against his paler flesh, it would look like nothing happened at all.
Felix wipes (smears) what he can from his neck with the bloodied shirt. ] I'm fine. I don't feel any pain. [ Much as he hates the fussing, it's better that Dimitri care too much than not at all. ] Are you full?
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Fine. [ He sits back in his lap and begins undoing the clasps of his cloak. ] Make yourself useful and close the wounds. [ While he... undresses...? ]
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I'll, um, need you to stay still for that.
[He averts his eyes.]
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Hurry up. I don't have all day. [ The undershirt might be a lost cause, but that doesn't mean he wants everything else unnecessarily bloodstained, thanks. ]
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Thankfully, Dimitri’s instinct to protect and take care of Felix overpowers any other unsavory thoughts he might have. He hovers one hand over the puncture wounds, closes his good eye, and wills all the warmth and good faith into Felix’s body.
Back when they were students, Byleth had suggested he take lessons in Faith to round out his skill set. Dimitri had declined because he didn’t think he had an ounce of good energy or faith inside his body. There was no way he could heal or use white magic with his hands, stained with blood and rage.
So he is still surprised, even now after doing this with Felix so many times, when he feels the tingle of magic his hands. He never quite believes it, either. Dimitri still has to confirm, over and over again, that it has been effective. That he’s actually done something good after doing something so monstrous.]
How does that feel?
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Felix wipes (smears) what he can from his neck with the bloodied shirt. ] I'm fine. I don't feel any pain. [ Much as he hates the fussing, it's better that Dimitri care too much than not at all. ] Are you full?