FE:3H - Dimiashe
Ashe Enchanted au.
When Ashe was born he was given the cursed blessing of obedience, which makes him obey anything anyone tells him to, which causes him many problems and inconveniences. Especially when he meets the dashing Prince that for some reason carefully phrases all his request to be as far away from an order as possible.
To be in Dimitri's arms, with his face in the crook of the Prince's neck, would have been the best feeling of the world. But life just couldn't give him that little pleasure.
Shaking, dirtying Dimitri's shirt with his hot tears. Dimitri was telling him sweet words nervously, of course, it was hard to share his most honest feelings with the Ashe. Something in the back of Ashe's head longed, begged desperately, to be able to enjoy the moment. But he couldn't.
Ashe would have liked to be raising his arms to hug his Prince back. But he wasn't.
Ashe stared fearfully at the knife in his hand, the shaky hand that he was raising to the Prince's back, right between his shoulder blades.
"Stop." he whispered to himself, desperate to have the effect he had never managed to before "Stop please."
Dimitri said something, something that in other circumstances would have made his heart flutter and his stomach fill with butterflies.
"Stop." he said, hoarse "I'm telling you to stop"
Dimitri quieted and, with a hint of fear, questioned. "Ashe?"