Things finally, eventually begin to wind down and for as grateful as Claude is for the Faerghans' timely arrival he's far more stressed and exhausted than he cares to admit. Still, the fighting is done, the people of Derdriu are safe one way or another and all he wants to do is collapse onto a couch somewhere. But he has a King to find, another mask to plaster onto his face, and to thank Teach before he is able to rest. So he pats Kader's powerful neck, stepping in to lean his head against her for a moment, to draw some measure of strength from his companion and she rumbles encouragingly.
When he finally steps away from the wyvern to seek out Dimitri there's a moment of confusion. That signature heavily furred cloak is easy to spot and Claude begins to trot over to the blond. But there's something... off about his silhouette, something that makes his hair stand on end and his throat go dry briefly. A quick glance around reveals that this little corner of the docks are quiet, empty, the others likely gathered around Teach.
But that's all the more reason to get Dimitri's attention and take him back to the others... right?
"He~ey, your Kingliness! Long time no see, huh?" And he hates how much he feels like he has to be on guard in that moment.
There was never a doubt of whether he should come to Claude's rescue or not. One of Dimitri's most well kept secrets has always been the strange fondness he has for the other man, and even in all this time apart, it hasn't faded. If anything, seeing him in danger, knowing how confident Claude had been in Dimitri's arrival, it only endears him to Claude further. It's something he is certain the others will never understand, even the others from home. The draw Claude has is an affliction Dimitri knows he suffers from alone, and on the tail end of regaining himself following Rodrigue's death... He doesn't trust himself alone with the other man.
It's part of the reason he's out along for the time being. Everything around him is a reminder of Claude, his scent spread across the area, people speaking about him and the events of the day. It's a maddening sensation that has him on edge. And only the silence of where he's standing on the dock away from the others helps to calm his thoughts. His rational thoughts tell him he needs to rest, to consider what has happened today and what he's been given. But the thoughts of the wolf he buries deep is howling louder. It tells him he needs to find Claude. To claim the man now before he disappears from his grasp for good.
He forces himself to breathe out as he looks up towards the sky, willing the night air to help cool his skin. He feels restless, trying to keep his senses focused on the docks and the peacefulness of it, not searching for Claude. But he can never drown Claude out. That becomes dangerously apparent when he notices the man approaching. He can hear the soft but distinct sound of his footsteps, the steady pattern of his breathing and heartbeat. He tells himself not to turn, to try and ignore the man for as long as he can to gather his thoughts and keep his composure. But it doesn't help.
A low, rumbling sound leaves him as he turns towards Claude's voice. Under the darkness of the night sky, it's hard to miss the bright edge of a single blue iris as he watches the man. There's something sharp in his gaze, and he can feel his heart beating faster in his chest as Claude's scent washes over him. The other man doesn't have to say it and it doesn't show in the casual demeanor, but Dimitri can sense he's on his guard. Not unusual for the other, but it's different here and now. Something that sets his own most basic wolf instincts on edge - makes him feel like a predator sizing up its prey.
"Claude," he greets in return, but there's an undeniable edge to his words. A low rumble of what might be a growl in that thick chest.
No polite greeting or puppy dog waves. Just one word. Just his name in that low ominous tone and the flash of one too bright eye. For a moment Claude goes perfectly still, fingers hovering near his hip, tense and ready to pull the curved jambiya from it's hidden spot in his sash. If Dimitri gives him a reason to, that is.
Logic tells him it would be ridiculous to attack him after they'd just come to his rescue but there's something in his body language, in the way he moves and rumbles. The excess in his already broad frame and it leaves Claude feeling small and exposed. But then pushing Dimitri to take an action against him would be just as unwise and after a moment he forces out a slow breath, fingers easing away from the blade, doing his best to put on an easy grin.
"That's me~" This is clearly fine? "You uh... wanna go find Teach? I can update you both, make sure you guys are well tended while you're in Derdriu... y'know~"
Discussing things in public, around other people, like civilized beings. Which he's growing more unsure if Dimitri qualifies as that with every passing moment.
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Date: 2022-01-01 02:54 am (UTC)When he finally steps away from the wyvern to seek out Dimitri there's a moment of confusion. That signature heavily furred cloak is easy to spot and Claude begins to trot over to the blond. But there's something... off about his silhouette, something that makes his hair stand on end and his throat go dry briefly. A quick glance around reveals that this little corner of the docks are quiet, empty, the others likely gathered around Teach.
But that's all the more reason to get Dimitri's attention and take him back to the others... right?
"He~ey, your Kingliness! Long time no see, huh?" And he hates how much he feels like he has to be on guard in that moment.
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Date: 2022-01-17 08:12 pm (UTC)It's part of the reason he's out along for the time being. Everything around him is a reminder of Claude, his scent spread across the area, people speaking about him and the events of the day. It's a maddening sensation that has him on edge. And only the silence of where he's standing on the dock away from the others helps to calm his thoughts. His rational thoughts tell him he needs to rest, to consider what has happened today and what he's been given. But the thoughts of the wolf he buries deep is howling louder. It tells him he needs to find Claude. To claim the man now before he disappears from his grasp for good.
He forces himself to breathe out as he looks up towards the sky, willing the night air to help cool his skin. He feels restless, trying to keep his senses focused on the docks and the peacefulness of it, not searching for Claude. But he can never drown Claude out. That becomes dangerously apparent when he notices the man approaching. He can hear the soft but distinct sound of his footsteps, the steady pattern of his breathing and heartbeat. He tells himself not to turn, to try and ignore the man for as long as he can to gather his thoughts and keep his composure. But it doesn't help.
A low, rumbling sound leaves him as he turns towards Claude's voice. Under the darkness of the night sky, it's hard to miss the bright edge of a single blue iris as he watches the man. There's something sharp in his gaze, and he can feel his heart beating faster in his chest as Claude's scent washes over him. The other man doesn't have to say it and it doesn't show in the casual demeanor, but Dimitri can sense he's on his guard. Not unusual for the other, but it's different here and now. Something that sets his own most basic wolf instincts on edge - makes him feel like a predator sizing up its prey.
"Claude," he greets in return, but there's an undeniable edge to his words. A low rumble of what might be a growl in that thick chest.
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Date: 2022-02-26 07:34 pm (UTC)Logic tells him it would be ridiculous to attack him after they'd just come to his rescue but there's something in his body language, in the way he moves and rumbles. The excess in his already broad frame and it leaves Claude feeling small and exposed. But then pushing Dimitri to take an action against him would be just as unwise and after a moment he forces out a slow breath, fingers easing away from the blade, doing his best to put on an easy grin.
"That's me~" This is clearly fine? "You uh... wanna go find Teach? I can update you both, make sure you guys are well tended while you're in Derdriu... y'know~"
Discussing things in public, around other people, like civilized beings. Which he's growing more unsure if Dimitri qualifies as that with every passing moment.