[he can hear them. feel their concern, worry, soaking into him as they try to pull him back—even knowing it's not real, knowing in his heart it can't be--
a backsurge of lonliness, longing, yearning for a simpler time rushes into Dimitri and Flayn, drowning the worry with the memory of a love so simple, straightforward, and pure, that he just can't look away, even with the knowledge it's a trick, a trap laid just for him.
he's never been good at avoiding his feelings.
Asch steps forward again, towards the duo in the soft grass, knowing just what she'll do with the chain next. his voice, a strained whisper, says her name like a prayer.]
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a backsurge of lonliness, longing, yearning for a simpler time rushes into Dimitri and Flayn, drowning the worry with the memory of a love so simple, straightforward, and pure, that he just can't look away, even with the knowledge it's a trick, a trap laid just for him.
he's never been good at avoiding his feelings.
Asch steps forward again, towards the duo in the soft grass, knowing just what she'll do with the chain next. his voice, a strained whisper, says her name like a prayer.]
Natalia.