![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
[March 3] Fire Emblem: Three Houses - Wash Clean
Title: Wash Clean
Day/Prompt: March 3/i want you to look at my scars & be healed
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses
Character/Pairing: Dimitri/Marianne
Rating/Warning(s): AA
Word Count: ~435
Summary: Dimitri, lost in thought, and Marianne, in hot water.
--
Dimitri was so deeply lost in thought that it took the gentle splash of water beside him to realize he was no longer alone.
"Is it your back?" Marianne questioned softly as she reached to gently touch his shoulder.
"No," Dimitri half-lied. Yes, he'd crawled from their bed with the intent to loosen himself up a bit and soak away a tenseness he couldn't quite explain, even to his wife. But no, it wasn't bothering him any longer. He'd moved on to trying to soak away different things, as if he could ever be washed clean.
Marianne said nothing, which was a sure sign that she at least understood in the way they both had of not-quite saying things but still getting all the meaning across.
She finally sighed, soft, and relaxed, poking idly at a bit of her hair that had escaped its loose bun and trailed down to float on the hot water's surface.
"If it isn't too much trouble, could you wash my back?"
A different queen, Dimitri supposed, would have a parade of ladies trailing after her, seeing to her baths and whatnot. Marianne had always wanted little of that, which Dimitri did not fault at all.
"If you will do mine in turn," he replied as he shifted, reaching for soap and rags sitting nearby.
"Of course."
It was not a large bathing pool, but big enough to shift around in while being small enough to easily heat with magic. Even when Dimitri felt like arguing it a waste, he could bathe in a metal tub for all he cared, Marianne reminded him of his back and its knots of scars and...
Her back was not free of scars, though Dimitri never commented on them. Most of them had been earned at his side. Instead he just leaned to kiss her shoulder, which tasted mostly of bathwater and almost made him chuckle. Marianne did make a small noise, though, encouraging.
But oh, best to see about washing up, Dimitri supposed. Or at least attempting to, because his wife really was quite charming.
He could give a speech to thousands of his subjects without a breath of nervousness, but telling Marianne just how she made him feel and what he might want to do... That still turned Dimitri into a tongue-tied mess.
The transition from attempted washing to something more was gradual, punctuated with his mouth on her shoulders, her neck...
They would not be disturbed in the bath, at least.
And his back was not bothering him; his scars did not ache. For the moment, all was quiet--
He was not alone.
Day/Prompt: March 3/i want you to look at my scars & be healed
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses
Character/Pairing: Dimitri/Marianne
Rating/Warning(s): AA
Word Count: ~435
Summary: Dimitri, lost in thought, and Marianne, in hot water.
--
Dimitri was so deeply lost in thought that it took the gentle splash of water beside him to realize he was no longer alone.
"Is it your back?" Marianne questioned softly as she reached to gently touch his shoulder.
"No," Dimitri half-lied. Yes, he'd crawled from their bed with the intent to loosen himself up a bit and soak away a tenseness he couldn't quite explain, even to his wife. But no, it wasn't bothering him any longer. He'd moved on to trying to soak away different things, as if he could ever be washed clean.
Marianne said nothing, which was a sure sign that she at least understood in the way they both had of not-quite saying things but still getting all the meaning across.
She finally sighed, soft, and relaxed, poking idly at a bit of her hair that had escaped its loose bun and trailed down to float on the hot water's surface.
"If it isn't too much trouble, could you wash my back?"
A different queen, Dimitri supposed, would have a parade of ladies trailing after her, seeing to her baths and whatnot. Marianne had always wanted little of that, which Dimitri did not fault at all.
"If you will do mine in turn," he replied as he shifted, reaching for soap and rags sitting nearby.
"Of course."
It was not a large bathing pool, but big enough to shift around in while being small enough to easily heat with magic. Even when Dimitri felt like arguing it a waste, he could bathe in a metal tub for all he cared, Marianne reminded him of his back and its knots of scars and...
Her back was not free of scars, though Dimitri never commented on them. Most of them had been earned at his side. Instead he just leaned to kiss her shoulder, which tasted mostly of bathwater and almost made him chuckle. Marianne did make a small noise, though, encouraging.
But oh, best to see about washing up, Dimitri supposed. Or at least attempting to, because his wife really was quite charming.
He could give a speech to thousands of his subjects without a breath of nervousness, but telling Marianne just how she made him feel and what he might want to do... That still turned Dimitri into a tongue-tied mess.
The transition from attempted washing to something more was gradual, punctuated with his mouth on her shoulders, her neck...
They would not be disturbed in the bath, at least.
And his back was not bothering him; his scars did not ache. For the moment, all was quiet--
He was not alone.