( By the end of the battle Dimitri isn't the only one dripping red. The weekend's training mission had been hard-fought: in truth, it's possible they weren't entirely ready to take on such opponents in such difficult terrain, but in the end they'd managed to use the forest to their own advantage just as well as the bandits they'd been tracking.
More effectively, in the end, for all that flaxen-haired healer girl had been put through her paces keeping them all standing.
It's a close enough brush with death that Yuri finds himself feeling especially energised after the fight. Sure, there's that bone-deep tiredness that'll likely set in later on, but for the time being he'd be willing to bet the ordeal was a trial sent to him by the Goddess to remind him he's lucky to be alive. Sometimes he works out the post-battle euphoria with the nearest stranger, and sometimes he'll shoot Balthus a hot look as he heads along Chrysalis Row to their shared dormitory, but tonight ... )
Hey — wait a minute there, Your Highness.
( Tonight, Yuri has an altogether different idea for who to take to his bed.
He jogs towards Dimitri, blood-stained and slightly wild-eyed even as Garreg Mach looms before them. After the business with the chalice Yuri had resolved to keep half an eye on the Prince of Farghus — there was something about the way he fought, the way he killed, that Yuri found particularly intriguing. Even more intriguing was the way he'd behave afterwards — compressing himself back into place behind his mask of nobility — but still, his eyes belie his urges if you know what you're looking for.
Yuri is one such person who knows what he's looking for.
It's something he might use to his advantage if he can harness the young prince properly. Bedding him should be easy enough, but making Dimitri want more ... encouraging him to view Yuri as the only person with whom he can act upon his darker urges ...
Well. If he plays his cards right, being able to blackmail the King of Faerghus down the line could prove itself pretty beneficial to his various causes. When he catches up to the prince Yuri brushes a lock of hair back behind his ear to expose the side of his throat as he speaks: )
Good job out there today — and I mean that House Leader to House Leader. I'm pretty sure Balthus would have been a gonner if you hadn't taken out the guys in the bushes.
( Forgive him, Balthus — but you did kind of charge head-first into a six-man trap. Yuri chuckles lightly, though, apparently unconcerned by the idea of his closest friend in mortal peril, before slanting a gently suggestive smile towards Dimitri. )
If you've got a minute later on, you should swing by Abyss. There's something I'd like to show you — providing you're feeling suitably open-minded.
( A beat. )
Ask for me by name, yeah? My goons know who to bring to me.
FOR DIMITRI.
( By the end of the battle Dimitri isn't the only one dripping red. The weekend's training mission had been hard-fought: in truth, it's possible they weren't entirely ready to take on such opponents in such difficult terrain, but in the end they'd managed to use the forest to their own advantage just as well as the bandits they'd been tracking.
More effectively, in the end, for all that flaxen-haired healer girl had been put through her paces keeping them all standing.
It's a close enough brush with death that Yuri finds himself feeling especially energised after the fight. Sure, there's that bone-deep tiredness that'll likely set in later on, but for the time being he'd be willing to bet the ordeal was a trial sent to him by the Goddess to remind him he's lucky to be alive. Sometimes he works out the post-battle euphoria with the nearest stranger, and sometimes he'll shoot Balthus a hot look as he heads along Chrysalis Row to their shared dormitory, but tonight ... )
Hey — wait a minute there, Your Highness.
( Tonight, Yuri has an altogether different idea for who to take to his bed.
He jogs towards Dimitri, blood-stained and slightly wild-eyed even as Garreg Mach looms before them. After the business with the chalice Yuri had resolved to keep half an eye on the Prince of Farghus — there was something about the way he fought, the way he killed, that Yuri found particularly intriguing. Even more intriguing was the way he'd behave afterwards — compressing himself back into place behind his mask of nobility — but still, his eyes belie his urges if you know what you're looking for.
Yuri is one such person who knows what he's looking for.
It's something he might use to his advantage if he can harness the young prince properly. Bedding him should be easy enough, but making Dimitri want more ... encouraging him to view Yuri as the only person with whom he can act upon his darker urges ...
Well. If he plays his cards right, being able to blackmail the King of Faerghus down the line could prove itself pretty beneficial to his various causes. When he catches up to the prince Yuri brushes a lock of hair back behind his ear to expose the side of his throat as he speaks: )
Good job out there today — and I mean that House Leader to House Leader. I'm pretty sure Balthus would have been a gonner if you hadn't taken out the guys in the bushes.
( Forgive him, Balthus — but you did kind of charge head-first into a six-man trap. Yuri chuckles lightly, though, apparently unconcerned by the idea of his closest friend in mortal peril, before slanting a gently suggestive smile towards Dimitri. )
If you've got a minute later on, you should swing by Abyss. There's something I'd like to show you — providing you're feeling suitably open-minded.
( A beat. )
Ask for me by name, yeah? My goons know who to bring to me.