Lambert wouldn't admit to being afraid. Never. It wasn't just pride either, he's seen what happens to whelps who cry at night. If the other whelps don't nip it, then the teachers would. A Witcher can't be afraid of the dark or what's lurking in it, and they make sure to beat that fear out of them. Or at least everyone learns to hide it better.
Voltehre still got scared. Lambert wouldn't admit that he did, too. As long as everyone was asleep and they were in their own beds by dawn, then there wasn't an issue with Voltehre climbing into his bed whenever there was a crack of thunder or a howl in the distance.
Eventually, they would have to stop clinging to each other; the path was meant to be walked alone, or at least that's what they were told. Yet, with Voltehre wrapped in his arms, his heartbeat so close, Lambert wondered if maybe they could break that rule, too.
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Something that SEEERIOUSLY isn’t talked about enough among Rodrigue fans is how Rodrigue (almost? or generally) always refers to Dimitri as “Your/His Highness” except in the moment that Dimitri’s life was at risk right in front of Rodrigue and Rodrigue shielded him with his own body.
Rodrigue is always respectful and aware of their stations, but none of that matters when Dimitri is almost killed. Rodrigue reacts emotionally without station in mind, forgetting to refer to him in an “appropriate” manner and reacting instead in a more intimate manner (i.e. using a person’s name instead of their title).
Most people wouldn’t dare to refer to their prince by their first name, but Rodrigue forgets all that the moment Dimtiri is in danger. He follows up that familial intimacy by calling Dimitri “my boy”. In a way it’s like Rodrigue's formalities are just forced expectations that are ingrained into him, because his actual instinct is to refer to Dimitri in a familial way. If he doesn’t have time to think about what he’s saying, it will be Dimitri’s name that he uses because that’s how he truly thinks of Dimitri.
He doesn’t solely view Dimitri as his prince. He views Dimitri as family, and in a setting where royalty exists, it’s so important to the relationship in question when that societal expectation is broken, simply because it tells you exactly what that character thinks of their royalty.
When royalty’s life is in danger, it would even make sense for people to hesitate because if they do anything, they might also be in danger and generally humans instinctually prioritize their own life (even if they do really want to step in to help). That typically is not the case with humans regarding loved ones, where that instinct instead changes to an instinct where they automatically step in to protect people dear to them - especially parents to their children. Parents - not just in humans but in most forms of life (cats, dogs, etc) - are extremely protective of their children and react without a second - even a first - thought, because it’s not a thought at all when they see their children in danger. It’s a base reaction.
Rodrigue wasn’t witnessing his prince being attacked. He was witnessing his son being attacked, and he reacted as a father would - not as a knight, a vassal or anyone under Dimitri’s station and how they would be expected to react to protect him. Dimitri didn’t have to be his blood son for him to react the same way a blood parent would. Dimitri wasn’t born to him but he was Rodrigue’s son all the same and he couldn’t accept his boy being harmed.
I love that his reaction is exactly the same as what Lambert would have done. I love that in that one moment when he didn’t have time to think about his word choice, such important stations meant absolutely nothing to him. I love that what was important to him was Dimitri the person, and not Dimitri the prince. I love that at the very end, he died knowing his boy was safe and alive. I love that, when he starts reusing “Your Highness”, it’s only after the immediate danger has passed and he has time to actually process his word choice again, because it really drives home how quickly and thoughtlessly he reacted to seeing Dimitri in danger when he dropped formalities to use his first name.
He also didn’t tell him to live for the people or live because he was a prince. He wanted Dimitri to remember to live for himself and likely died with the hope that those being his last words would be taken much more heavily and sincerely, and give Dimitri a lot to think about in regard to caring for himself as a person and not just seeing himself as a prince/future king, because Rodrigue also saw him as a person.
Not only did Rodrigue protect his son (which mind you must have been extremely important to him after already losing a son. Can you imagine how devastated he would be to lose another child? This time he saved a son from death, which he was unable to do previously and he wasn’t present to be able to even try), but he gave Dimitri the thing Dimitri desired the most from those he loved: he treated Dimitri like a regular person who needed to live his own life for himself, and in the single most critical moment to Rodrigue, forgot to use titles and formalities and openly expressed his true feelings just by using Dimitri’s name alone.
Dimitri never liked all those stuffy behaviors and titles. He just wanted to be a person. Rodrigue, his family, gave him that at Rodrigue’s very end, explicitly informing Dimitri that was how this man always thought of him just from that one moment of Rodrigue’s feelings slipping through. He was always keeping up appearances, but Dimitri was always just Dimitri to him.
Also, Rodrigue says “please tell me it wasn’t in vain”. Remember, Rodrigue’s son died in vain. Glenn didn’t actually get to protect Dimitri. Earlier, Rodrigue stated that Dimitri’s injuries left him on the verge of death. Glenn didn’t die protecting him. Glenn died in a tragedy. Nothing Glenn did that day that led to his death actually helped Dimitri survive. Dimitri survived because Gilbert found him in time.
Rodrigue knows that and doesn’t want another person dear to Dimitri to die a death that didn’t need to happen. He also doesn’t want it to be in vain because if it was, he would have died being unable to protect his son. Rodrigue “died for what he believed in”, but he died because he thoughtlessly, without hesitation, died to save his son. He believed in Dimitri, but he also believed Dimitri to be his child as much as Glenn and Felix ever were.
Even though Glenn did die in vain, he attempted to die keeping his best friend alive. He believed in his best friend, just like Lambert believed in his son to be able to saved if he ever went astray.
Before Rodrigue dies, he last thoughts are of Lambert, but also his promise to Lambert, which was about Dimtiri.
Rodrigue was always thinking of his family throughout the whole game (literally, he brings up Felix to Byleth regularly and brings up Glenn throughout the story as well), and that extended to Lambert and Dimtiri. At the very last, he literally died like he lived, and that was for his family.
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Hello My Old Heart- Part 4
A/N: Wow, it’s been a hot minute since the last chapter, huh? This one was maybe a bit rushed, but I really wanted to get it out there! Hope you like soft-hearted sweet Eskel!
Pairing: Eskel x Reader
Warnings: fem!reader
Word count: 1k
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There are many things in life that are difficult for a Witcher; the trials, the path, the monsters… but the most challenging thing Eskel has done so far was leave you when that night ended. When he mentioned that he needed to move to the next town he could see the brightness in your eyes dwindle away as the real world came crashing down on you. You had urged him to stay the night, ‘It’ll be safer in the morning light’ you tried to argue, but he knew it would only make it harder when the time came.
The forlorn stare you held as he rode off had been replaying in his mind as he traveled and he couldn’t help but begin to dwell on all the ways you looked upon him. You had never looked upon him in fear or disgust, and for that small grace, he was thankful. However, sometimes, when he first surprises you at the door you look at him as if you were a flower seeing the sunrise after another dark night. But quickly after- well, it was almost as if you caught yourself and rethought what you were feeling. You would emanate a certain kind of sadness and… longing in your eyes that made your gaze that threatened to drain all the brightness out of you. He had spent collective hours over the last few months thinking about whether or not he had done something to you but, as far as he could remember your gaze had always held that glaze of grief.
As of now, It’s been a month since the Flower Festival. A month of hopping around from town to town in the lower part of the continent and trying to be busy enough to live without clouding thoughts. On this night, Eskel had made his temporary home in a bustling inn and tavern just outside Novigrad. The drinks were strong and his stew was warm but Eskel still let out a little sigh as he let his thoughts overtake him.
“Eskel that’s the third time you’ve sighed on my sandwich. You’re warming up the bread…!” Lambert complained from across the table. By pure luck, he and Eskel had happened to cross paths on a contract and decided to stick together for a few days.
“Sorry, I’m just…”
“Thinking about that Sorceress again? I swear on Melitele’s tits sorceresses are gonna be the death of you and Geralt…” Lambert grumbled into his pint and shook his head. “Then who am I gonna swindle in Gwent? Vesemir? Yeah, right…”
When Eskel didn’t immediately roll his eyes or return the jest to his younger brother, Lambert began to maybe grow a little more concerned. “What has you so caught up anyways? What makes her so different from any other? You’ve mentioned she heals, likes to read, has some sheep, but what makes her any better than those women over there?” He said with a motion towards the corner of the room. As far as the young Witcher was concerned, the majority of people will come and go and fill the roles of the ones before them as they went, but it is a rare few who create a role that no others can fill and he had yet to see it personally.
A pause filled the air as Eskel looked out over the rowdy tavern in quiet thought, “well she’s…” He started, before cracking a hint of a smile. “she’s got a bit of an odd and blunt sense of humor and she always seems very sure of herself when she moves. She loves her work, focuses on it like nothing else, and is more than happy to enforce the care that's needed.” He said with a short snort of a laugh, recalling how you had literally forced him to sleep the first day you met. Hell- he didn’t even think it had been 2 hours at that point.
“She has a special smile about her, and the conversation comes so easy, And it..” Eskel paused a moment and frowned, looking for the words that would carry the right sentiment. “The first time we touched it was like getting hit with Basilisk venom, but in the best way. Warm and tingling like it's eating away at you… but you don't want it to stop,” he finished and looked towards his younger brother who had his eyebrows raised.
The marred Witcher quickly shook his head and took a big swig of his cup. “I’m probably just talking stupid though, forget I said anything.” He said in an attempt to backtrack over his words. After all, Witchers weren’t supposed to have feelings, right?
Lambert slowly blinked and let out a sigh as he took in his brother's words, sandwich being set down so it wouldn’t get any warmer “Eskel… My dear brother, You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Eskel was silent for a moment as he waited for his brother to follow up with some snarky remark, but it didn’t come.
“I’m pretty sure you're in something people call ‘love’, Eskel…” he stated, his matter-of-fact tone and the statement coming as a bit of a slap to the face. “And just because I don't see a lot of point in it, doesn't mean you shouldn’t pursue it…” He continued. “You’re a good Witcher, Eskel… and, though I'll deny it if asked, you're a great brother too. so, maybe you deserve something nice once in a while….”
Eskel bit back a smile and the urge to rub it in, taking another sip of his drink instead. “So, you’re saying-”
“I’m saying you should go after her, dumbass! If you don’t tell her how stupid she makes you feel then she might just up and leave one day.” Lambert grumbled and took a more aggressive bite of his sandwich than necessary before continuing with a full mouth. “And don’t make me say it again. I know you heard me…. Asshole.” Even Lambert with a bit of a grin.
With the wise words of his brother, Eskel set off for you the next morning.
It was time to stop avoiding the subject and just say something. Even if you told him you hated him, that your heart had changed over the past month, he wouldn’t blame you. But… the hope that you might say yes is what kept his nerve. The thought that he, a scarred mutant with far too much blood on his hands, could possibly turn and see your smiling face every morning… it filled his heart with the same Basilisk Venom he had felt before.
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