Lobby Everything was for naught. All the years of fighting, of all the people he had tried to save and those he lost didn't matter. Dimitri was just informed he was dead and not only him but everyone he had once known was gone. It was soul crushing to put it lightly. It had only been a week since his victory over the Empire, he hadn't even had time to rest from it all and now it didn't even matter. When he first heard the news he had wanted to punch the wall in anger, the only thing stopping him having been his confusion at some of the things he was seeing.
After the initial rush of anger that seeps into his very blood starts to dissipate only temporarily, he is hit with the searing heat. It's not as bad as Ailell but it's not far off. Already he can feel the sweat starting to bead on his back and drip down his spine. It's uncomfortable being in his full armor and his face isn't hiding his dissatisfaction of the situation.
"Everything will be fine it said..." He mocks, a mumble to himself as his piercing azure eyes look for even one familiar face. He needs something to ground him.
He walks into the lobby, searching. The sound of metal against the floor is heard behind him and he turns to see what looks like a golden lion standing behind him. It's small, no bigger than a typical housecat but it's flesh isn't fur coated. To Dimitri it looks more like it's armor plated. He doesn't care for whatever it is only that it leaves him alone or he might take his anger and frustration out on it.
More than just guns out~
The beach is much, much worse than the lobby in heat. Dimitri isn't quite sure why he even bothered walking to it and once his boot takes a step on the sand his entire outfit changes, or rather lack of outfit. This can hardly be called swimwear let alone anything decent for public. At first he notices how quickly he cools from the lack of armor but then there is the oddly cooling breeze at his groin. It distracts him enough to look down and that's when he realizes how exposed he is. Not only are the scars on his back and chest shown to all but his royal dick is hardly covered by the too thin small black fabric. It's a great view for any around him however.
Instantly his hands go to try to cover himself, looking around for anything, something to cover himself. His face is red and not just from the heat. Dimitri so far is not having a good time here. He spots a few tents up ahead and starts to move towards them but as soon as he does he feels the fabric shifting and exposing him more. There is no way this is the proper size for him, he'd be better off nude in this case.
A slew of curses passes in his thoughts as he ways his options. He can stand here like a fool with his dick slowly exposing itself or he can run to a tent and hope for the best. He decides to run to one of the tent and barely makes it to the towels stored around. Quickly he wraps one around his waist but the damage has already been done.
Wildcard! {Come bother hopesmitri however your heart desires}
Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd || Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes
Everything was for naught. All the years of fighting, of all the people he had tried to save and those he lost didn't matter. Dimitri was just informed he was dead and not only him but everyone he had once known was gone. It was soul crushing to put it lightly. It had only been a week since his victory over the Empire, he hadn't even had time to rest from it all and now it didn't even matter. When he first heard the news he had wanted to punch the wall in anger, the only thing stopping him having been his confusion at some of the things he was seeing.
After the initial rush of anger that seeps into his very blood starts to dissipate only temporarily, he is hit with the searing heat. It's not as bad as Ailell but it's not far off. Already he can feel the sweat starting to bead on his back and drip down his spine. It's uncomfortable being in his full armor and his face isn't hiding his dissatisfaction of the situation.
"Everything will be fine it said..." He mocks, a mumble to himself as his piercing azure eyes look for even one familiar face. He needs something to ground him.
He walks into the lobby, searching. The sound of metal against the floor is heard behind him and he turns to see what looks like a golden lion standing behind him. It's small, no bigger than a typical housecat but it's flesh isn't fur coated. To Dimitri it looks more like it's armor plated. He doesn't care for whatever it is only that it leaves him alone or he might take his anger and frustration out on it.
More than just guns out~
The beach is much, much worse than the lobby in heat. Dimitri isn't quite sure why he even bothered walking to it and once his boot takes a step on the sand his entire outfit changes, or rather lack of outfit. This can hardly be called swimwear let alone anything decent for public. At first he notices how quickly he cools from the lack of armor but then there is the oddly cooling breeze at his groin. It distracts him enough to look down and that's when he realizes how exposed he is. Not only are the scars on his back and chest shown to all but his royal dick is hardly covered by the too thin small black fabric. It's a great view for any around him however.
Instantly his hands go to try to cover himself, looking around for anything, something to cover himself. His face is red and not just from the heat. Dimitri so far is not having a good time here. He spots a few tents up ahead and starts to move towards them but as soon as he does he feels the fabric shifting and exposing him more. There is no way this is the proper size for him, he'd be better off nude in this case.
A slew of curses passes in his thoughts as he ways his options. He can stand here like a fool with his dick slowly exposing itself or he can run to a tent and hope for the best. He decides to run to one of the tent and barely makes it to the towels stored around. Quickly he wraps one around his waist but the damage has already been done.
Wildcard!
{Come bother hopesmitri however your heart desires}