( While Dimitri would say he'd at least had the chance to talk to the all the other students during his time at the academy, he can't say he knew or even knows all of them particularly well. And over the course of five years with a splintered mind driven only by something dark and bestial, it's hard to remember much about those outside his class. Perhaps that's why it doesn't come to him immediately that the person he sees in front of him is someone from home.
He tilts his head carefully at the other as he speaks, muddles through the whisper of thoughts that there is something familiar about this person. But then those hands go up, non-threatening, and he speaks again. It's in that moment that something clicks into place, a flash of a memory of a brief conversation of nothing in particular. Linhardt - one of Edelgard's former classmates. Someone allied under her even now that he'd seen from a distance on Gronder Field not long ago. It's a revelation that brings tension to his shoulders, jaw tightening as he regards the other.
Those hands would seem like a pacifying gesture from anyone else, but from a mage, there's far too much that can happen without those hands that he knows to be wary of. And as he is now, the mind of a prince once more in control of the beast that prowls behind those blue eyes, he makes no move to attack or come closer. Linhardt would be too easy to break under his hands, and even if there is murmur of that possibility, of that desire, he doesn't act on it.
Letting out a quiet breath, Dimitri says stiffly: ) Linhardt. ( His hands flex at his side, fingers curling slowly. ) What is strange?
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He tilts his head carefully at the other as he speaks, muddles through the whisper of thoughts that there is something familiar about this person. But then those hands go up, non-threatening, and he speaks again. It's in that moment that something clicks into place, a flash of a memory of a brief conversation of nothing in particular. Linhardt - one of Edelgard's former classmates. Someone allied under her even now that he'd seen from a distance on Gronder Field not long ago. It's a revelation that brings tension to his shoulders, jaw tightening as he regards the other.
Those hands would seem like a pacifying gesture from anyone else, but from a mage, there's far too much that can happen without those hands that he knows to be wary of. And as he is now, the mind of a prince once more in control of the beast that prowls behind those blue eyes, he makes no move to attack or come closer. Linhardt would be too easy to break under his hands, and even if there is murmur of that possibility, of that desire, he doesn't act on it.
Letting out a quiet breath, Dimitri says stiffly: ) Linhardt. ( His hands flex at his side, fingers curling slowly. ) What is strange?