Byleth does not subscribe to the faith of the church, despite being placed at its head. A fact that he keeps largely to himself. He can do good in this position, after all. Even if he knows it to be mostly a farce. Still he plays the part well, and as he makes his way to the Holy Catherdal of Faerghus to renew the King's oaths, he gives his blessings to the people who line the streets in celebration for the event. It takes far longer to get there, stopping every few minutes to hold someone's hand, whisper a prayer, but it brings people hope so he sees it as worthwhile. He's certainly the most accessible archbishop in history. That's what people say anyways.
When he finally does ascend the steps in his flowing robes, he doesn't keep the smile from his face. Seeing his husband in his shining regalia- radiantly handsome.
"Your Majesty." He greets with a faintly wry smile, placing his hands over Dimitri's. "Shall we proceed to the private ceremony and renew your oaths?" Hands slide away, and he waves to the crowd before making his way towards the main cathedral hall. It has been cleared for this occasion. Only the two of them are supposed to bear witness, after all.
Dimitri... Dimitri has his own opinion on belief and religion. He still prays. He still believes and he holds on to it, whatever Byleth might think. It helps him and that's the important part, isn't it? Today he's a little lost in thought, at least until Byleth approaches him and he shakes his head, offering him a warm smile and giving his hands a squeeze.
"I... think we should, yes," he replies after a moment. It takes him a second to remember what it is Byleth is talking about and he hopes his expression doesn't crack.
"I've been looking forward to some... contemplation."
The room is so vast and empty, their footsteps echo as they make their way toward the altar, and the throne that would have been meant for either of them on any given day.
"Now, Your Majesty, you must do exactly as I say, understand?" A hint of a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. They both know what's about to happen here and it certainly isn't very holy. The din of the crowd is still audible outside as Byleth places a hand on his chest.
Dimitri feels his heart leap and his breath catches in his throat. He stares at Byleth for a long moment, the emptiness of the great hall surrounding them, the distant sound of feet and muted voices. Then he slowly slides to his knees in front of Byleth, hands clasped as if in prayer.
The light from the stained glass rains down on them from above, and Byleth's hand rests briefly on Dimitri's head, smoothing down his cheek to tilt his chin up.
This is absolutely sacrilegious.
He keeps one finger on the man's chin, even as the sound of the clasps on his trousers coming undone echo in the quiet room. The robes pulled to the side, and Byleth stepping closer so Dimitri can see how wet he is.
One word softly spoken, but a commanding tone behind it.
Sylvain is still trying, and honestly failing, to process everything that had happened in the last few days. Their King was alive but... -he glances across the half crumbling monastery- but he's understandably not in the best condition. He turns to slip back outside, needing to feel the cool breeze on his face and hear the sound of the water tumbling over the rocks not far away. And the professor was alive. He'd disappeared that day. They'd looked for him but they hadn't found him and, unfortunately, they'd been unable to linger for too long. The threat of an attack and the need to start gathering a military to defend and hopefully counter was too great. He'd thought Byleth must have also died during the fighting. But he was alive as well. It'd been surreal to see him again.
He makes his way back toward the dormitories, what's left of them. He'd managed to pull Felix away from Dimitri's side long enough to get him to eat something but that was it. The rooms that seemed to have fared the best were the ones that had been on the ground level. The ones by Byleth's old room.
He pauses as he passes the professor's old room, idly wondering if he's in there. After hovering around outside for a moment, he decides to knock lightly on the door.
"B?" He's not really sure what he's hoping for but he knows he doesn't want to be alone.
The soft glow of light from the crack under the door is evident he's already awake, and a few seconds after Sylvain knocks, he can hear the creaking of footsteps on the floorboards before the door opens.
"Sylvain?" He's not terribly surprised to see the man awake at this hour, but he's clearly sober and that much is a surprise. Usually Sylvain reserved his late-night wanderings for being three sheets to the wind.
"Come in." He steps aside, welcoming him. He assumes if Sylvain is here, it must be for a reason, right? The desk chair is askew, and it's clear that Byleth hasn't even attempted to sleep yet, papers and maps spread across the desk in varying states of completion. "Is everything all right?"
"Hey," He says softly, raising a hand in greeting as he steps into the room and closes the door behind him.
It's strange how stepping into some places in the monastery was like stepping back through time five years, things left just like they were that day, unchanged and untouched by the war. The bed and blankets especially took him back. They were the same as the rest of the dorms and they felt out of place, like they didn't belong in the world they all lived in now.
The bitter scoff of a laugh that escapes at Byleth's question takes him by surprise and is far too unexpected for him to hope to have bitten back.
"Sorry... I... Uh..." Why had he come to Byleth's room anyway? "If you're busy, I can go."
His gaze lingers on Byleth's lips before moving to meet his eyes, looking almost pleadingly at him. Saints, he didn't want to be alone right now. He wasn't sure how to say it out loud but his body language was far from subtle.
"No." The response comes very quickly and firm when Sylvain mentions leaving. Byleth is a little surprised at himself, and he clears his throat. "No, I'm. Not busy, it's fine. Just fiddling."
To be honest being alone tonight had been exactly what he was dreading as well.
"Sit, please." He goes to sit on the edge of his bed, wilting a bit. "You're troubled, aren't you?"
He knows it's wrong to assume things but he also can't help the wave of heat that courses through him when Byleth so quickly tells him not to leave. He wets his lips and nods. It's all the convincing he needs to stay.
He takes a seat heavily on the edge of the bed, knee brushing Byleth's as he settles.
"I guess," He makes a face before nodding, "I mean, sure. It's... a lot. His majesty. You. We looked for you... We couldn't find you. We really thought... I mean, we didn't hear from you. It makes you think. If any of us could die tomorrow then... I don't want to have any regrets," He leans closer, closing the distance between them as he tilts his head to press his lips against Byleth's.
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Don't. Get your hopes up. He tells himself. After all, that's- well. Yes. Nevermind that he brought the tea set in the basket he's carrying. Far be it from him to shirk a decent expectation. ]
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[ He does step inside, giving Dimitri a polite nod. He can already tell by looking at him that he's tense. He would be lying to say he isn't as well, but being the pillar of strength for those around him is an important role. Even in this.
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I-- feel as though I'll lose something important if I do that.
The light is low in the room, just the sunlight streaming through the break in the curtains, and a few candles at the bedside table. It's actually kind of romantic, for as much as Byleth can manage. He smiles faintly, moving to sit on the bed after hanging his overcoat up. Though he can be awkward, he seems at peace with this. Holding his arms out, welcoming and inviting affection. Everything about the mood in here is comfortable and warm.
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"So... what did you have in mind?" He asks, pulling a few things from the drawer. Leather straps, a blindfold, some owl feathers, and a few other things of questionable use. "Do you wish to submit? Or do you want me to? I like both, so no matter what, I'll have a good time. It's all on your preference." His voice is gentle as ever, and he truly does mean it.
"I'll do my best to deliver on whatever you desire of me. I'm not interested in pain though. Not serious pain anyways." Spankings are still on the menu though.
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The leather harness fits easily for him, as he pulls the straps tight. Securing the ring in the center, but nothing has been placed there yet.
"Lay down. I'll take care of you." The direct ask is still very mild, dripping in the promise of warmth and pleasure. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you're nice and relaxed first."
The blue eyes watch Byleth curiously as he moves, taking in the way the leather harness fits his hips. His gaze is drawn to the ring at the center, mind suddenly busy with the reminder of what will be there soon. That's when his gaze lifts to Byleth's face, and there's no denying the hint of nerves that shine in his eyes.
"Okay, yeah. Just lay down, I can do that." He wets his lips thoughtfully, eyes dragging down the length of the other man's body until they reach that harness again. Seeing Byleth like this always excites him, something that's evident in the way his cock is half-hard as he moves to lay back on the bed, the sheets cool against his warm, bare skin.
"I want you to relax, Caspar." He breaks away from what he's doing to come crawl up over the other man on the bed, lowering his head to press a few kisses to his neck and chest. Touch him soothingly.
"If anything doesn't feel good, we can stop." With that said, he presses a firm kiss to his lips, drawing in closer to half-lay against him. A hand moving to stroke through his hair as he deepens that kiss, coaxing him to part his lips so Byleth can indulge him. Encouraging him to return the soft, affectionate touches. He settles a thigh between the man's legs, slotting it in to allow him to press up against him.
His arms move reflexively, reaching out to wide around Byleth and urge him closer. The kisses are welcome, and it helps some of the tension ease of his body as he lets out a soft, content sigh.
"I trust you!" Caspar reminds quickly - desperate to make it clear that for all he's nervous, he wants this attention. Wants whatever Byleth will give to him. He meets the kiss eagerly, letting one of his hands slide along the back of the other man's neck, tangling into the ends of his hair. It never takes much to get him to relax when he's with Byleth, their bodies touching, sharing kisses. And the press of that leg against him is enough that his cock starts to stir.
They hadn't been long returned to Garreg Mach before Byleth wished to retire to his chambers. The fact that Dedue accompanies him there is no longer a strange thing, not now that they have matched rings on their fingers. There's still something strange and unbelievable at the fact that he shares a bed with one of the most powerful men in Fodlan, but, when he looks at Byleth now, sitting on the bed with his overcoat hung on the peg and the lighting soft--
He is Byleth. As always. Archbishop, professor, or mercenary, he is Byleth.
Dedue shrugs out of his own overcoat and hangs it, then goes to where his husband waits with open arms. He kneels between Byleth's legs and leans into him, wrapping his arms around his waist; his head rests at Byleth's collarbone.
Garreg Mach is not really a home for him, though truly he can't be said to have had once since the Tragedy. But here, in Byleth's arms-- it's the closest thing since.
It feels so natural to just draw his arms around Dedue's shoulders and head, pulling him close in that firm, comforting embrace. The fact that he could offer such solace is a wonder, but he's grateful for it. Grateful to offer that port of safety to his husband. His fingers work through Dedue's hair, scratching lightly at his scalp, down to the base of his neck and back again.
"There you are, my love."
Much the same, he can feel the tension drain from his body, surrounded by Dedue's warmth and scent. Home is wherever they are together.
It is sweet, resting in Byleth's arms, surrounded by his love. His hands are soft and gentle as they run through Dedue's hair, loving in every touch and motion. Were it not for his duties, he might be content to rest here forever, a willing sacrifice to love and Byleth's embrace the altar.
It is just the two of them for the rest of the night. He could not be more pleased to not have to share Byleth with anyone, to be able to monopolize his time for a little while. When they are in Fhirdiad, and even in Garreg Mach, so much of his time is taken up by the demands of others-- to be able to cherish him for a few hours is a luxury.
"Are you tired?" he looks up at his husband, chin resting on his collar. "It has been a long journey from the capital."
Dimitri was bored which was never, ever a good thing. Somehow he was caught up on every assignment his professor had given him and then some. He would be lying if he didn't admit it was due to his recent week of nearly sleepless nights. He had used the lack of sleep to his advantage and made a head start on everything. Now he was left with nothing to do and on a lovely though slightly sweltering summer day.
On his search for someone to help he'd run into Dedue in the Garden. Dimitri had attempted to help him with the plants and had succeeded in weeding not only some of the pest but some of the flowers as well. He was politely shoed out of the greenhouse after that.
Everywhere Dimitri went it seemed like his fellow classmates were busy and none of them required his assistance. It led the young crown prince through most of Garreg Mach in hopes of finding some way to be useful. If he didn't find anything in the next 20 minutes he was going to attempt one of his escapes to visit the local orphanage nearby.
As he passed by the rooms he spotted a familiar head of navy blue hair leaving their own room and his heart skipped a beat. The professor looked in no hurray at all, perhaps they had something to do or would even be agreeable to taking tea together, though the thought of sitting in this heat and drinking tea wasn't his most pleasant idea.
Dimitri hastened his walk to Byleth, slowing down once he was close enough as not to seem to eager.
"Professor. Lovely day today is it not?" He smiled, hoping finally he would have something to do to keep his mind busy and distracted. "May I ask what you are up to today?"
He's absolutely already aware of the poor man power-walking to catch up, and he intentionally slows his pace to let him do so. He'll say nothing, Dimitri is prone to fluster quite easily, and Byleth likes him enough to have mercy on him.
"It is. Very hot, too." Being a man who wears mostly black and grey, the sun isn't kind to him. "Well, nothing now. I just finished grading papers. Good job on yours by the way." Truth be told, Dimitri's reading and writing level both far exceed his own. Many of the students do. He pauses, considering for a moment.
"My only thought for the rest of the day was going to take a dip in the river. If you need my help though, I am more than happy to assist." He presumes still that he is usually wanted for a specific purpose, and not simply his company or presence. That is a foreign concept to him, outside of his own father.
It is hot. A nice soak would do him some good but Dimitri can hardly think of the heat when he has the professor right in front of him. The professor praising his recent assignment is a good distraction from the sweat pooling on his back. He should have warm something lighter today and maybe left his gloves and gauntlets in his room. Despite how uncomfortable is, he smiles.
"Thank you Professor. I must say a dip in the river sounds very refreshing though I'm sure you don't require any company for it." Oh how Dimitri wished to join Byleth in the river. He had been admiring him from afar and while he was sure swimming with Byleth would be harmless, he wasn't sure of his own self control. "I seem to be nothing more than an extra pair of unnecessary hands today. Is there perhaps a new assignment or something I could do to occupy my time?"
"Dimitri, with all due respect, you need to just relax sometimes. You don't have to be useful every second of every day, you know." He's right and he should say it. Dimitri's non-resting habits were easy to spot. Like. From miles away. This man has so much anxious energy it almost feels like it has a gravitational pull.
"Come with me." That's the prospect he provides. "We'll take a swim together."
That will stop him from trying to work himself into oblivion, and solve both of their issues with this heat. Still, Dimitri is a people-pleaser, so Byleth gives him an arbitrary task to make it more palatable to him. "Fetch some towels and meet me at the gate."
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Byleth does not subscribe to the faith of the church, despite being placed at its head. A fact that he keeps largely to himself. He can do good in this position, after all. Even if he knows it to be mostly a farce. Still he plays the part well, and as he makes his way to the Holy Catherdal of Faerghus to renew the King's oaths, he gives his blessings to the people who line the streets in celebration for the event. It takes far longer to get there, stopping every few minutes to hold someone's hand, whisper a prayer, but it brings people hope so he sees it as worthwhile. He's certainly the most accessible archbishop in history. That's what people say anyways.
When he finally does ascend the steps in his flowing robes, he doesn't keep the smile from his face. Seeing his husband in his shining regalia- radiantly handsome.
"Your Majesty." He greets with a faintly wry smile, placing his hands over Dimitri's. "Shall we proceed to the private ceremony and renew your oaths?" Hands slide away, and he waves to the crowd before making his way towards the main cathedral hall. It has been cleared for this occasion. Only the two of them are supposed to bear witness, after all.
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"I... think we should, yes," he replies after a moment. It takes him a second to remember what it is Byleth is talking about and he hopes his expression doesn't crack.
"I've been looking forward to some... contemplation."
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"Now, Your Majesty, you must do exactly as I say, understand?" A hint of a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. They both know what's about to happen here and it certainly isn't very holy. The din of the crowd is still audible outside as Byleth places a hand on his chest.
"Kneel."
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Dimitri feels his heart leap and his breath catches in his throat. He stares at Byleth for a long moment, the emptiness of the great hall surrounding them, the distant sound of feet and muted voices. Then he slowly slides to his knees in front of Byleth, hands clasped as if in prayer.
This feels sacrilegious, in a way.
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This is absolutely sacrilegious.
He keeps one finger on the man's chin, even as the sound of the clasps on his trousers coming undone echo in the quiet room. The robes pulled to the side, and Byleth stepping closer so Dimitri can see how wet he is.
One word softly spoken, but a commanding tone behind it.
"Eat."
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sorry for bein slow had a hard time braining dimitri lately
No worries bby
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He makes his way back toward the dormitories, what's left of them. He'd managed to pull Felix away from Dimitri's side long enough to get him to eat something but that was it. The rooms that seemed to have fared the best were the ones that had been on the ground level. The ones by Byleth's old room.
He pauses as he passes the professor's old room, idly wondering if he's in there. After hovering around outside for a moment, he decides to knock lightly on the door.
"B?" He's not really sure what he's hoping for but he knows he doesn't want to be alone.
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"Sylvain?" He's not terribly surprised to see the man awake at this hour, but he's clearly sober and that much is a surprise. Usually Sylvain reserved his late-night wanderings for being three sheets to the wind.
"Come in." He steps aside, welcoming him. He assumes if Sylvain is here, it must be for a reason, right? The desk chair is askew, and it's clear that Byleth hasn't even attempted to sleep yet, papers and maps spread across the desk in varying states of completion. "Is everything all right?"
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It's strange how stepping into some places in the monastery was like stepping back through time five years, things left just like they were that day, unchanged and untouched by the war. The bed and blankets especially took him back. They were the same as the rest of the dorms and they felt out of place, like they didn't belong in the world they all lived in now.
The bitter scoff of a laugh that escapes at Byleth's question takes him by surprise and is far too unexpected for him to hope to have bitten back.
"Sorry... I... Uh..." Why had he come to Byleth's room anyway? "If you're busy, I can go."
His gaze lingers on Byleth's lips before moving to meet his eyes, looking almost pleadingly at him. Saints, he didn't want to be alone right now. He wasn't sure how to say it out loud but his body language was far from subtle.
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To be honest being alone tonight had been exactly what he was dreading as well.
"Sit, please." He goes to sit on the edge of his bed, wilting a bit. "You're troubled, aren't you?"
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He takes a seat heavily on the edge of the bed, knee brushing Byleth's as he settles.
"I guess," He makes a face before nodding, "I mean, sure. It's... a lot. His majesty. You. We looked for you... We couldn't find you. We really thought... I mean, we didn't hear from you. It makes you think. If any of us could die tomorrow then... I don't want to have any regrets," He leans closer, closing the distance between them as he tilts his head to press his lips against Byleth's.
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Don't. Get your hopes up. He tells himself. After all, that's- well. Yes. Nevermind that he brought the tea set in the basket he's carrying. Far be it from him to shirk a decent expectation. ]
Dimitri?
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[Well, it didn't really matter he supposed. Teacher had seen him at his very worst. He crosses to the door and lets him inside, trying very hard not to seem like the shifty eyed recluse he often was. It was more and more obvious his ...interactions with Sylvain had probably been the influence of something to calm his nerves. Dimitri feels so happy when he sees he's brought tea.]
Erm... Come inside, teacher.
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He rests a hand on Dimitri's arm silently, nodding to him. ]
You know you can just call me Byleth now.
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I-- feel as though I'll lose something important if I do that.
[A swallow. He pauses.]
You don't mind... do you?
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ghdfghj HES BABY YOUR HONOR...
sorry byleth he is just baby
turns up the gay to 100000%
dimitri just perpetually 😳
get rekt blaiddyd
squinting at character references wtf does byleth wear
idek what the fuck this man has layers and layers
is slow at tags forever
Its all good fam I can backtag for billions of years
dimitri will get this dick....slowly but surely lmao
HE WILL. ITS. ON THE WAY. FED EX DICK DELIVERY INBOUND. heres your tracking number: p3n15
uwaaaa professor
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sylvain did say dima was in his top ten bjs of all time so 😏
He taught him well clearly
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so i have had insane computer issues hello
HELLO WELCOME BACK FRIEND
Ye Olde Trans Boyleth Prompts
The light is low in the room, just the sunlight streaming through the break in the curtains, and a few candles at the bedside table. It's actually kind of romantic, for as much as Byleth can manage. He smiles faintly, moving to sit on the bed after hanging his overcoat up. Though he can be awkward, he seems at peace with this. Holding his arms out, welcoming and inviting affection. Everything about the mood in here is comfortable and warm.
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"So... what did you have in mind?" He asks, pulling a few things from the drawer. Leather straps, a blindfold, some owl feathers, and a few other things of questionable use. "Do you wish to submit? Or do you want me to? I like both, so no matter what, I'll have a good time. It's all on your preference." His voice is gentle as ever, and he truly does mean it.
"I'll do my best to deliver on whatever you desire of me. I'm not interested in pain though. Not serious pain anyways." Spankings are still on the menu though.
You Just Want The Strap
The leather harness fits easily for him, as he pulls the straps tight. Securing the ring in the center, but nothing has been placed there yet.
"Lay down. I'll take care of you." The direct ask is still very mild, dripping in the promise of warmth and pleasure. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you're nice and relaxed first."
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"Okay, yeah. Just lay down, I can do that." He wets his lips thoughtfully, eyes dragging down the length of the other man's body until they reach that harness again. Seeing Byleth like this always excites him, something that's evident in the way his cock is half-hard as he moves to lay back on the bed, the sheets cool against his warm, bare skin.
"Should I - do you want me to do anything else?"
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"If anything doesn't feel good, we can stop." With that said, he presses a firm kiss to his lips, drawing in closer to half-lay against him. A hand moving to stroke through his hair as he deepens that kiss, coaxing him to part his lips so Byleth can indulge him. Encouraging him to return the soft, affectionate touches. He settles a thigh between the man's legs, slotting it in to allow him to press up against him.
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"I trust you!" Caspar reminds quickly - desperate to make it clear that for all he's nervous, he wants this attention. Wants whatever Byleth will give to him. He meets the kiss eagerly, letting one of his hands slide along the back of the other man's neck, tangling into the ends of his hair. It never takes much to get him to relax when he's with Byleth, their bodies touching, sharing kisses. And the press of that leg against him is enough that his cock starts to stir.
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He is Byleth. As always. Archbishop, professor, or mercenary, he is Byleth.
Dedue shrugs out of his own overcoat and hangs it, then goes to where his husband waits with open arms. He kneels between Byleth's legs and leans into him, wrapping his arms around his waist; his head rests at Byleth's collarbone.
Garreg Mach is not really a home for him, though truly he can't be said to have had once since the Tragedy. But here, in Byleth's arms-- it's the closest thing since.
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"There you are, my love."
Much the same, he can feel the tension drain from his body, surrounded by Dedue's warmth and scent. Home is wherever they are together.
"Just us now. For the rest of the night."
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It is just the two of them for the rest of the night. He could not be more pleased to not have to share Byleth with anyone, to be able to monopolize his time for a little while. When they are in Fhirdiad, and even in Garreg Mach, so much of his time is taken up by the demands of others-- to be able to cherish him for a few hours is a luxury.
"Are you tired?" he looks up at his husband, chin resting on his collar. "It has been a long journey from the capital."
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Acadimileth let's go!
On his search for someone to help he'd run into Dedue in the Garden. Dimitri had attempted to help him with the plants and had succeeded in weeding not only some of the pest but some of the flowers as well. He was politely shoed out of the greenhouse after that.
Everywhere Dimitri went it seemed like his fellow classmates were busy and none of them required his assistance. It led the young crown prince through most of Garreg Mach in hopes of finding some way to be useful. If he didn't find anything in the next 20 minutes he was going to attempt one of his escapes to visit the local orphanage nearby.
As he passed by the rooms he spotted a familiar head of navy blue hair leaving their own room and his heart skipped a beat. The professor looked in no hurray at all, perhaps they had something to do or would even be agreeable to taking tea together, though the thought of sitting in this heat and drinking tea wasn't his most pleasant idea.
Dimitri hastened his walk to Byleth, slowing down once he was close enough as not to seem to eager.
"Professor. Lovely day today is it not?" He smiled, hoping finally he would have something to do to keep his mind busy and distracted. "May I ask what you are up to today?"
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"It is. Very hot, too." Being a man who wears mostly black and grey, the sun isn't kind to him. "Well, nothing now. I just finished grading papers. Good job on yours by the way." Truth be told, Dimitri's reading and writing level both far exceed his own. Many of the students do. He pauses, considering for a moment.
"My only thought for the rest of the day was going to take a dip in the river. If you need my help though, I am more than happy to assist." He presumes still that he is usually wanted for a specific purpose, and not simply his company or presence. That is a foreign concept to him, outside of his own father.
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"Thank you Professor. I must say a dip in the river sounds very refreshing though I'm sure you don't require any company for it." Oh how Dimitri wished to join Byleth in the river. He had been admiring him from afar and while he was sure swimming with Byleth would be harmless, he wasn't sure of his own self control. "I seem to be nothing more than an extra pair of unnecessary hands today. Is there perhaps a new assignment or something I could do to occupy my time?"
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"Come with me." That's the prospect he provides. "We'll take a swim together."
That will stop him from trying to work himself into oblivion, and solve both of their issues with this heat. Still, Dimitri is a people-pleaser, so Byleth gives him an arbitrary task to make it more palatable to him. "Fetch some towels and meet me at the gate."
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