[A dagger, in a sturdy sheath. It's not remarkable- okay, it's kind of nice- it's very blue-and-silver with nice engravings on the sheath. Not too fancy, not too plain. Decently sturdy.
It's in a shoebox, wrapped in brown paper (very plain) and left shoved against Dimitri's door like it's no big deal.]
so. the response took a while. in fact, sylvain could be forgiven in thinking that maybe his king hasn't even gotten the dagger at all. maybe someone swiped it, somehow. they meet at the gym, the common areas, whatever, the dagger isn't brought up. when they meet, dimitri is awkward, but otherwise acts appropriately polite. too polite. too much of the nobility in him which prevents him from being, as he would think it, too rude to question motive and intent.
he gets back to him eventually. a full week of mulling things over, briefly considering alternatives, and finally, he lands on this question: ]
Do you have a favour that you wish for the king to grant, Sir Gautier? Bear in mind that my wealth and ability to do so is limited, but I will do my best.
[Now, he'd wondered if Dimitri had gotten the dagger, and then Sylvain decided it didn't matter. Dimitri's acting polite, but that's nothing new. They hang around a lot of eccentric personalities, so maybe one of them had gotten to him? Sooner or later, Dimitri will fess up as to what's going on, and sooner or later he can give him advice, and life goes on.
All of this to say that Sir Gautier was fucking unprepared for this message.]
uh
[Eloquent.]
if you're calling yourself The King that's how I know it's serious, something up, Dimitri?
so the only demand I'm gonna make right now is for us to go see a movie and any future demands I'll make to your face and you can take all the time you need to think about it 'kay?
because I wanted you to have it? you're my king, you're my friend, and you're Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd the stick in the mud I decided to follow back when I was a kid and never changed my mind about and there's only one you
I followed you around as a kid, I followed you into war, I followed you into death, I followed you here, and when the time comes I'll follow you into the flames and we'll burn together, and if you head somewhere else I'll figure out a way to follow you there instead
I've been a terrible friend in the past but I'm gonna make it up to you every day for the rest of our lives if it's the last thing I do
that's why
[Anyway.]
you should try knocking on my door if you can't sleep
[ hold on, this is complicated to type and he's having problems putting this on the machine. he's getting a voicenote instead. the voice sounds a bit distant, and that's because dimitri is wearing the ground beneath him by pacing back and forth like the ghost that he is, was, as if he were back in faerghus, brooding over the war. ]
... I know all of these things. I know all of these things, and more.
When I asked you to make a demand, I had wondered if you wanted ... something more for yourself, because I do not deserve such loyalty from my men, or friends, after the disastrous end of the war.
I will return the dagger to you. You have me, Sylvain Jose Gautier.
... and I won't bother your sleep.
[ message ends there, an awful beep resounding at the end as it cuts off. ]
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because of regardless of when you get to this, it HAS to be today
It's in a shoebox, wrapped in brown paper (very plain) and left shoved against Dimitri's door like it's no big deal.]
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so. the response took a while. in fact, sylvain could be forgiven in thinking that maybe his king hasn't even gotten the dagger at all. maybe someone swiped it, somehow. they meet at the gym, the common areas, whatever, the dagger isn't brought up. when they meet, dimitri is awkward, but otherwise acts appropriately polite. too polite. too much of the nobility in him which prevents him from being, as he would think it, too rude to question motive and intent.
he gets back to him eventually. a full week of mulling things over, briefly considering alternatives, and finally, he lands on this question: ]
Do you have a favour that you wish for the king to grant, Sir Gautier? Bear in mind that my wealth and ability to do so is limited, but I will do my best.
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All of this to say that Sir Gautier was fucking unprepared for this message.]
uh
[Eloquent.]
if you're calling yourself The King that's how I know it's serious, something up, Dimitri?
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We are not above such customs. I am granting you my audience. What is it you want from me?
[ because sylvain wouldn't just give a dagger to him without wanting something in return. wouldn't he? ]
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ooohhhhhh
[Okay. Alright. He thinks he's got it. He thinks he's figured it out.]
I got two tickets to this one movie I think you'd like wanna come with?
[He doesn't have tickets but he can get tickets really quickly.]
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[ pause. ]
You want to watch a movie with me.
[ is this the price of a dagger nowadays? a movie date? ]
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What I want to know is ... what do you want from me? Make your big demand. You have my attention, Sir Gautier.
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so the only demand I'm gonna make right now is for us to go see a movie and any future demands I'll make to your face and you can take all the time you need to think about it 'kay?
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the boar digs in his heels and huffs. ]
In that case - I refuse to grant you your demand, until you clarify your intent to my satisfaction.
Your dagger remains on the shelf until required. Take all the time you need to think about it.
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[Fantastic, they don't ever have to talk about it. Boar's not the only stubborn one. Change of topic:]
you do anything fun recently?
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I trained, slept, and had terrible dreams.
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they might have something to make it easier to sleep I could maybe ask around if you wanted me to
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Okay. Alright. He's got so many questions right now. But they can wait for a sec, because:]
yeah but we're friends and believe it or not Dimitri I actually really do care about you
so I don't mind being troubled and I wouldn't mind asking around about it AND I'll play dumb so people think it's for me instead of you
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I have told you not to bother yourself with it.
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I followed you around as a kid, I followed you into war, I followed you into death, I followed you here, and when the time comes I'll follow you into the flames and we'll burn together, and if you head somewhere else I'll figure out a way to follow you there instead
I've been a terrible friend in the past but I'm gonna make it up to you every day for the rest of our lives if it's the last thing I do
that's why
[Anyway.]
you should try knocking on my door if you can't sleep
I'm not the best at it either
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[ hold on, this is complicated to type and he's having problems putting this on the machine. he's getting a voicenote instead. the voice sounds a bit distant, and that's because dimitri is wearing the ground beneath him by pacing back and forth like the ghost that he is, was, as if he were back in faerghus, brooding over the war. ]
... I know all of these things. I know all of these things, and more.
When I asked you to make a demand, I had wondered if you wanted ... something more for yourself, because I do not deserve such loyalty from my men, or friends, after the disastrous end of the war.
I will return the dagger to you. You have me, Sylvain Jose Gautier.
... and I won't bother your sleep.
[ message ends there, an awful beep resounding at the end as it cuts off. ]