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perfectteatime) wrote2022-02-24 05:55 pm
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Greetings. You have reached the message box of Byleth Eisner, please leave a message I will contact you shortly.
While Dimitri had hoped he would deepen his relationships with Byleth and Dedue both here, he admits he hadn't anticipated it being quite like this. Far be it from him to complain, however, when he's warm, content, and able to kiss them both to his heart's content. At the same time, even! Who could have imagined.
He's come a long way from the bumbling, awkward man he was at the start. There's still room for some confidence in there yet but he thinks, as he leans in to press a kiss to Byleth's shoulder, he's getting there. He presses up against Byleth from behind since Dedue is manning the front of him. It's difficult to say what spurred them on to sandwich their once professor in such a way but-
He hardly seems to be complaining either. "I think," Dimitri starts, propping himself up on arm to look over the top of Byleth and at his dear friend, "the professor is overdue for being taken care of instead of taking care of us. What do you say, Dedue?"
He's come a long way from the bumbling, awkward man he was at the start. There's still room for some confidence in there yet but he thinks, as he leans in to press a kiss to Byleth's shoulder, he's getting there. He presses up against Byleth from behind since Dedue is manning the front of him. It's difficult to say what spurred them on to sandwich their once professor in such a way but-
He hardly seems to be complaining either. "I think," Dimitri starts, propping himself up on arm to look over the top of Byleth and at his dear friend, "the professor is overdue for being taken care of instead of taking care of us. What do you say, Dedue?"
When Dedue had first stepped foot in this brave new world, he would have never imagined that he could have this-- both Dimitri and Byleth, their love and desire. There's nothing lovelier than being able to wake up in the morning to both of their sleeping faces, to kiss them whenever they please, to hold them during the night.
Nothing lovelier, save perhaps these times when they are abed together.
Dimitri is behind their dear Professor, Dedue at the front of him, propped up on the pillows of their bed-- Byleth is pressed lovingly up against his chest, held securely there. Dedue raises his gaze from Byleth's face to up over his shoulder, where Dimitri has propped himself, and meets his eyes. After so many years of knowing each other, they barely need words to communicate anymore, and Dimitri can surely read the agreement in his eyes.
"Would you like that, Professor?" he asks, tipping Byleth's face up to steal a short kiss from his lips. "Shall we take care of you?"
Nothing lovelier, save perhaps these times when they are abed together.
Dimitri is behind their dear Professor, Dedue at the front of him, propped up on the pillows of their bed-- Byleth is pressed lovingly up against his chest, held securely there. Dedue raises his gaze from Byleth's face to up over his shoulder, where Dimitri has propped himself, and meets his eyes. After so many years of knowing each other, they barely need words to communicate anymore, and Dimitri can surely read the agreement in his eyes.
"Would you like that, Professor?" he asks, tipping Byleth's face up to steal a short kiss from his lips. "Shall we take care of you?"
Professor. Dedue has informed me that it seems we've arrived from the same location, if different times. I would very much like to discuss this with you and-
[For as polite and proper as that started out... he sighs softly now, voice growing concerned.]
And make sure you're alright. The Island is rarely kind to it's inhabitants and... I can only imagine how... certain information must have affected you, no matter what timeline you hail from.
[Imagine, Blaiddyd-Hresvelg being a thing to be dumped on the professor. Oof.]
[For as polite and proper as that started out... he sighs softly now, voice growing concerned.]
And make sure you're alright. The Island is rarely kind to it's inhabitants and... I can only imagine how... certain information must have affected you, no matter what timeline you hail from.
[Imagine, Blaiddyd-Hresvelg being a thing to be dumped on the professor. Oof.]
Ah- Lorenz. You... came from that place too?
[ Oh that's. Hm. ]
Yes. It was- well I'm fairly certain it was hell, actually. That's the only explanation.
[ Oh that's. Hm. ]
Yes. It was- well I'm fairly certain it was hell, actually. That's the only explanation.
[ Although fairly hungover, she felt that video would be more authentic than text. Or even just her voice- Look at her! She's come such a long way, hasn't she?
Anyway. The morning after she livestreamed his fight, Byleth gets a call from Rose. ]
Hey, dude. Sorry about, like, airing your beef with that guy all over the network. I just... I'd had one too many Mojitos at that point and, I dunno', it seemed like it was all in good fun until after the fact.
Anyway. The morning after she livestreamed his fight, Byleth gets a call from Rose. ]
Hey, dude. Sorry about, like, airing your beef with that guy all over the network. I just... I'd had one too many Mojitos at that point and, I dunno', it seemed like it was all in good fun until after the fact.
[ He shrugs. ]
Oh it's fine. Not my finest moment but I maintain that he absolutely deserved it. I feel no shame for my motivations.
Oh it's fine. Not my finest moment but I maintain that he absolutely deserved it. I feel no shame for my motivations.
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Good morning, Byleth! 💕
Ocean told me about "selfies" ... They're pictures of your "self" that you can send to people. I don't look too good right now since I just woke up, but I really wanted to try it!
And to show you the effect you have on me, heehee!
Every day I keep waking up smiling like this since you told me your feelings
It's starting to really hurt my face!
Not that I'm complaining though 😊
I hope you have a nice morning, I can't wait to see you. 💕🥰🌷🌼
Good morning, Byleth! 💕
Ocean told me about "selfies" ... They're pictures of your "self" that you can send to people. I don't look too good right now since I just woke up, but I really wanted to try it!
And to show you the effect you have on me, heehee!
Every day I keep waking up smiling like this since you told me your feelings
It's starting to really hurt my face!
Not that I'm complaining though 😊
I hope you have a nice morning, I can't wait to see you. 💕🥰🌷🌼
Oh my.
What a lovely and handsome picture. You are so sweet. I am looking forward to seeing you as well.
"Selfies" huh? Rosie told me about these at one time. Very well, I will return the favor.
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What a lovely and handsome picture. You are so sweet. I am looking forward to seeing you as well.
"Selfies" huh? Rosie told me about these at one time. Very well, I will return the favor.
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Felix isn't used to expressing gratitude or appreciation in words. He tries to do it in other ways, but it's difficult to tell how much of the sentiment comes across when he's...well, deliberately avoiding sentiment.
But he's sure that if he tried to tell these things to the professor in person, he would only fumble his words and end up sounding pathetic. He doesn't want to send a text message, though...
So one day, Byleth will find an envelope with his name written on it in familiar handwriting waiting for him on the kitchen table in the house he shares with Dimitri and Dedue. Inside is a letter.
Professor,
In speaking with Seteth, who recently arrived, I had reason to consider how my life would differ had you cut a path for yourself that diverged from mine. I know for certain that I wouldn't be who I am without your guidance. You pushed me to become better, not just in battle but in body, mind, and spirit.
It occurred to me that perhaps I have not expressed that to you enough. So choose a day, and for that day you and I will do whatever you like. I'll even put aside my blade for the day, if you decide you would rather not spar. (Just this once.)
Felix
But he's sure that if he tried to tell these things to the professor in person, he would only fumble his words and end up sounding pathetic. He doesn't want to send a text message, though...
So one day, Byleth will find an envelope with his name written on it in familiar handwriting waiting for him on the kitchen table in the house he shares with Dimitri and Dedue. Inside is a letter.
Professor,
In speaking with Seteth, who recently arrived, I had reason to consider how my life would differ had you cut a path for yourself that diverged from mine. I know for certain that I wouldn't be who I am without your guidance. You pushed me to become better, not just in battle but in body, mind, and spirit.
It occurred to me that perhaps I have not expressed that to you enough. So choose a day, and for that day you and I will do whatever you like. I'll even put aside my blade for the day, if you decide you would rather not spar. (Just this once.)
Felix
Byleth, it is my hope you are hale and whole since last we interacted.
I would ask a favor, albeit rest assured if you refuse I will take it graciously.
I would ask a favor, albeit rest assured if you refuse I will take it graciously.
Obsidian. Good to hear from you. I am indeed- what can I do for you my friend?
Dedue?
[ Byleth calls out into the house as he kicks his boots off and strides across the wood floors that creak faintly under him. He checks the kitchen, foyer and hall. ]
Dedue- if you're here, I'd like to talk for a moment.
[ Finally, he arrives at his door, knocking softly. ]
[ Byleth calls out into the house as he kicks his boots off and strides across the wood floors that creak faintly under him. He checks the kitchen, foyer and hall. ]
Dedue- if you're here, I'd like to talk for a moment.
[ Finally, he arrives at his door, knocking softly. ]
[At the moment, Dedue is in his room, working on an embroidery project-- a calming hobby that he finds satisfaction in. He sets it aside when he hears Byleth call for him, and stands, going to open the door when he knocks.]
Of course, Byleth. Please, come in.
[His dear Byleth. Dedue steps aside, so that he can enter instead of just standing awkwardly in the doorway. Once inside, Dedue reaches for him, settling a gentle hand on his elbow.]
Is something the matter?
Of course, Byleth. Please, come in.
[His dear Byleth. Dedue steps aside, so that he can enter instead of just standing awkwardly in the doorway. Once inside, Dedue reaches for him, settling a gentle hand on his elbow.]
Is something the matter?
Ashe walked to Byleth's room as he tried his best to calm his nerves down. Ever since he learned that Byleth wanted to have sex with him Ashe didn't know how to approach it at first. Sure, Byleth was very handsome, but Ashe never imagined Byleth would be interested in him in such a way. Then again after receiving the answer from Byleth he didn't want to wait any longer.
Ashe took another breath before he knocked on the door.
"Hello? Byleth are you here?"
Ashe took another breath before he knocked on the door.
"Hello? Byleth are you here?"
The door opens shortly, and Byleth looks the same as ever. Perhaps a little more warm and relaxed than he had in Fodlan but that's to be expected.
"Hey. Come on in, sit down. I have tea ready for us." And naturally it's Ashe's favorite. Because of course it is. He doesn't fuck around about tea time. A few handmade treats and candies are arranged neatly on a tray and he seats himself down to pour their tea.
"So... you wanted to talk?"
"Hey. Come on in, sit down. I have tea ready for us." And naturally it's Ashe's favorite. Because of course it is. He doesn't fuck around about tea time. A few handmade treats and candies are arranged neatly on a tray and he seats himself down to pour their tea.
"So... you wanted to talk?"
[waiting for byleth to arrive is both nerve-racking and exciting; the former because he is still worrying about how his little cabin looks, even though he's done his absolute best to keep it clean, spruce it up with flowers here or there, and has decorated the exterior with his multitude of collected seashells that are lined up neatly just outside the door leading off onto the small patio.
most times, the door is open, and now isn't any exception, regardless of his flitting about inside the home while hoping he's prepared enough for whenever his guest does arrive.
lan sizhui's only entertained people a few times here, all of which weren't for reasons why he's planning for byleth's arrival; it's different, trying to set the mood, as it were, and he sometimes wonders if there's any way to learn how to do this easier or if he's stuck rolling with the punches instead. either way, he doesn't mind it whatsoever? oh, and let's not forget, byleth did volunteer to help him clean up afterward, so there's really a silver lining at the end of everything!
—which, he's realizing, isn't even including what's to come once byleth does show up. letting his thoughts drift toward that while he's pacing about helps somewhat, lessening the lingering tension in his shoulders, although he has most definitely started blushing in his ears when stopping to consider just how long they'll be, ah, busy with each other.
at least, by the time byleth probably shows up, sizhui has procured a spot on the living room floor and is thumbing through some slightly less inappropriate book he'd collected from the library.]
most times, the door is open, and now isn't any exception, regardless of his flitting about inside the home while hoping he's prepared enough for whenever his guest does arrive.
lan sizhui's only entertained people a few times here, all of which weren't for reasons why he's planning for byleth's arrival; it's different, trying to set the mood, as it were, and he sometimes wonders if there's any way to learn how to do this easier or if he's stuck rolling with the punches instead. either way, he doesn't mind it whatsoever? oh, and let's not forget, byleth did volunteer to help him clean up afterward, so there's really a silver lining at the end of everything!
—which, he's realizing, isn't even including what's to come once byleth does show up. letting his thoughts drift toward that while he's pacing about helps somewhat, lessening the lingering tension in his shoulders, although he has most definitely started blushing in his ears when stopping to consider just how long they'll be, ah, busy with each other.
at least, by the time byleth probably shows up, sizhui has procured a spot on the living room floor and is thumbing through some slightly less inappropriate book he'd collected from the library.]
[ This looks like the place. As he climbs the steps and peers in the open door, that's confirmed. Not entering yet, he knocks on the door frame lightly, a basket in one hand. ]
Hey there. I'm coming in.
[ Politely, he steps out of his boots before crossing the threshold. The basket is full of a few goodies. Some shortbread biscuits, a bushel of dried lavender, a few other fresh cut flowers, and some sachets of dried tea leaves. ]
Your home is lovely.
Hey there. I'm coming in.
[ Politely, he steps out of his boots before crossing the threshold. The basket is full of a few goodies. Some shortbread biscuits, a bushel of dried lavender, a few other fresh cut flowers, and some sachets of dried tea leaves. ]
Your home is lovely.
Ah Byleth, it's Anika. Do you have the time to talk? I have a proposition regarding those of Fodlan and would like your thoughts on the matter, given your position as the Church leader here.
Hello again Anika. I have all the time in the world- would you like to come discuss it in person? I could put some tea on...
[ Neatly arranged on Dedue's bed he will find a bouquet of flowers, a note and a wrapped box.
The note reads as follows; ]
Our Dearest Dedue,
We hope you have a wonderful birthday. We can't thank you enough for being in our lives. Both of us loves you so much it can't even be expressed in words (though if anyone is going to try, it will be Dimitri). We hope that you enjoy this token of our affection and gratitude for blessing us with your wonderful presence for another year.
With Love,
Dimitri and Byleth
[ The box contains a Fodlan-formatted calendar. It's beautifully laid out and sports Dimitri's penmanship with important dates and anniversaries marked. The pictures however...
The first one is of Byleth and Dimitri both working outside in the garden. Well. Working is a strong word. They are both nude except for work aprons neatly covering just enough, and they are both smeared in mud. Both wearing flower-crowns, Byleth holds a rose between his teeth, and Dimitri is 'accidentally' spilling potting soil down his massive boobs.
The next features them in the kitchen. They are wearing even less in this, and the aprons are much smaller and frillier. They're baking something, though Dimitri has appeared to have dropped the dough, and the way he's leaning down to fetch it with a very exaggerated 'oops' expression leaves him nearly bursting out of his apron.
Another features them both giving a Wyvern a bath. Wearing way-too-tight shirts and little else. They seem to be getting more water on each other than on the Wyvern.
Some are singles of Dimitri, and others of Byleth, both in increasingly compromising poses and scenarios. The last page has them both buck naked, laying in bed with little else but ribbons hiding their delicates. The message scrawled across the top reads; WE LOVE YOU DEDUE. ]
The note reads as follows; ]
Our Dearest Dedue,
We hope you have a wonderful birthday. We can't thank you enough for being in our lives. Both of us loves you so much it can't even be expressed in words (though if anyone is going to try, it will be Dimitri). We hope that you enjoy this token of our affection and gratitude for blessing us with your wonderful presence for another year.
With Love,
Dimitri and Byleth
[ The box contains a Fodlan-formatted calendar. It's beautifully laid out and sports Dimitri's penmanship with important dates and anniversaries marked. The pictures however...
The first one is of Byleth and Dimitri both working outside in the garden. Well. Working is a strong word. They are both nude except for work aprons neatly covering just enough, and they are both smeared in mud. Both wearing flower-crowns, Byleth holds a rose between his teeth, and Dimitri is 'accidentally' spilling potting soil down his massive boobs.
The next features them in the kitchen. They are wearing even less in this, and the aprons are much smaller and frillier. They're baking something, though Dimitri has appeared to have dropped the dough, and the way he's leaning down to fetch it with a very exaggerated 'oops' expression leaves him nearly bursting out of his apron.
Another features them both giving a Wyvern a bath. Wearing way-too-tight shirts and little else. They seem to be getting more water on each other than on the Wyvern.
Some are singles of Dimitri, and others of Byleth, both in increasingly compromising poses and scenarios. The last page has them both buck naked, laying in bed with little else but ribbons hiding their delicates. The message scrawled across the top reads; WE LOVE YOU DEDUE. ]
( Corrin has already seen Byleth at several parts of the morning and early day. it's only natural that the lakehouse would ambush him with love on such a special occasion, right? the dragon prince gave a card, the cover of which he painted himself! it's a sight that Byleth may recognise ... but the presents would come later. he informed his love that the presents he has for him aren't exactly portable. but a few of them are? how mysterious! what on earth could he be referring to? inside the card, it reads:
Hey birthday boy,
at your earliest convenience, come along to my treehouse!
I have a surprise for you.
I'll be waiting!
- Little fish
and so he waits - using the time he has to tidy himself up and clean the treehouse. the place is certainly set to a romantic mood with low lighting and an abundance of warm candles glowing on the windowsills. Corrin is dressed fairly smart for the occasion (if you ignore the lack of shoes), wearing a grey waistcoat with light blue silken accents, slim fitting trousers, and a white shirt. when his boyfriend arrives, he heads to the door to welcome him in with a smile, and a kiss. )
Bi, Hyleth.
( AHEM-- )
I-I mean-! Hi, Byleth! ( who's nervous!? not him! although the blush on his face and the way he stutters his words may say otherwise. without wanting to draw any more attention to his blunder, he presents the first of the several gifts he has prepared today: a simple, yet charming hand picked bundle of valerian. ) Happy birthday, Starlight... I really hope you like what I've got for you. ( he gently smiles, taking the other man's hand into his. ) Why don't you take a seat for me?
( Corrin guides Byleth to the main lounge of his treehouse, where his impressive white piano is situated. the prince gestures for him to take a seat, after which he heads over to the piano and sits on the stool. he then adjusts the position of the manuscripts in front of him which show hand drawn, penciled in music notes on the paper. )
Okay, so ... forgive me, it's been a while. I wrote this song for you. And ... I really hope you like it.
( after a deep breath, Corrin effortlessly begins to play his piano. his body sways as he plays, eyes fanned in concentration, the smile on his face never once faltering.
one he is finished playing, he lifts his hands off the piano, with an exhale of relief. he does pause to drink in Byleth's reaction since this is, of course, the very reason he wrote a song in the first place. but wait, there's more! resting on top of the piano is a gift wrapped music box that Corrin hands over for Byleth to unwrap. once the lid opens, the song it plays is the very same as the piano piece he just performed. )
... This song, that I wrote for you. I had it made into the music box. ( he scratches the back of his neck bashfully. ) So if you ever wanted to listen to it again, and I'm not around to play it, it's there ... just a wind-up away. ( his cheeks are glowing pink while he smiles with a hint of cheekiness. )
A-And I am going to kidnap you here for the evening ... make sure you're really loved up on your special day. ( he laughs, not really selling he whole 'sexy' look while he's so flustered and giggly, but god does he ever try. ) But I, um ... really hope you like your gifts.
( a moment of serious when he smiles and says: ) I love you so much, Byleth.
Hey birthday boy,
at your earliest convenience, come along to my treehouse!
I have a surprise for you.
I'll be waiting!
- Little fish
and so he waits - using the time he has to tidy himself up and clean the treehouse. the place is certainly set to a romantic mood with low lighting and an abundance of warm candles glowing on the windowsills. Corrin is dressed fairly smart for the occasion (if you ignore the lack of shoes), wearing a grey waistcoat with light blue silken accents, slim fitting trousers, and a white shirt. when his boyfriend arrives, he heads to the door to welcome him in with a smile, and a kiss. )
Bi, Hyleth.
( AHEM-- )
I-I mean-! Hi, Byleth! ( who's nervous!? not him! although the blush on his face and the way he stutters his words may say otherwise. without wanting to draw any more attention to his blunder, he presents the first of the several gifts he has prepared today: a simple, yet charming hand picked bundle of valerian. ) Happy birthday, Starlight... I really hope you like what I've got for you. ( he gently smiles, taking the other man's hand into his. ) Why don't you take a seat for me?
( Corrin guides Byleth to the main lounge of his treehouse, where his impressive white piano is situated. the prince gestures for him to take a seat, after which he heads over to the piano and sits on the stool. he then adjusts the position of the manuscripts in front of him which show hand drawn, penciled in music notes on the paper. )
Okay, so ... forgive me, it's been a while. I wrote this song for you. And ... I really hope you like it.
( after a deep breath, Corrin effortlessly begins to play his piano. his body sways as he plays, eyes fanned in concentration, the smile on his face never once faltering.
one he is finished playing, he lifts his hands off the piano, with an exhale of relief. he does pause to drink in Byleth's reaction since this is, of course, the very reason he wrote a song in the first place. but wait, there's more! resting on top of the piano is a gift wrapped music box that Corrin hands over for Byleth to unwrap. once the lid opens, the song it plays is the very same as the piano piece he just performed. )
... This song, that I wrote for you. I had it made into the music box. ( he scratches the back of his neck bashfully. ) So if you ever wanted to listen to it again, and I'm not around to play it, it's there ... just a wind-up away. ( his cheeks are glowing pink while he smiles with a hint of cheekiness. )
A-And I am going to kidnap you here for the evening ... make sure you're really loved up on your special day. ( he laughs, not really selling he whole 'sexy' look while he's so flustered and giggly, but god does he ever try. ) But I, um ... really hope you like your gifts.
( a moment of serious when he smiles and says: ) I love you so much, Byleth.
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[ Ahh, his birthday. He'd actually forgotten that was today. Given the birthday wishes he'd received from those he loves though, he's feeling very spoiled already.
When he does poke his head in to 'Bi, Hyleth' he can't help but laugh. ]
Hi, Corrin... what- what's all this?
[ Duh. His birthday! But he's sometimes a bit silly like that, so he obediently takes a seat. He's very quickly taken by the fact that... oh. Corrin is going to play for him? Now that's exciting! And as it turns out, incredibly moving. He allows himself to drift off with the music, enjoy it as he lets it take him. The ending is almost bittersweet, he doesn't want it to stop. Fortunately it doesn't have to, when he opens the box. Between that and the flowers that he feels oddly drawn to...
A song just for him? And this...
Ah. He's.
Going to cry. It's still so strange to cry over being happy, but he's really so incredibly touched by the whole gesture. He swallows hard, but it does little to quell the tears that roll from the corners of his eyes. ]
Corrin... I-
I love you too. More than I can possibly say. Thank you. So much. This is- I don't even have words...
When he does poke his head in to 'Bi, Hyleth' he can't help but laugh. ]
Hi, Corrin... what- what's all this?
[ Duh. His birthday! But he's sometimes a bit silly like that, so he obediently takes a seat. He's very quickly taken by the fact that... oh. Corrin is going to play for him? Now that's exciting! And as it turns out, incredibly moving. He allows himself to drift off with the music, enjoy it as he lets it take him. The ending is almost bittersweet, he doesn't want it to stop. Fortunately it doesn't have to, when he opens the box. Between that and the flowers that he feels oddly drawn to...
A song just for him? And this...
Ah. He's.
Going to cry. It's still so strange to cry over being happy, but he's really so incredibly touched by the whole gesture. He swallows hard, but it does little to quell the tears that roll from the corners of his eyes. ]
Corrin... I-
I love you too. More than I can possibly say. Thank you. So much. This is- I don't even have words...
[ On his birthday, a letter makes its way to the lakehouse via Reyson (Rose's DTF). The winged canine trots up and wags his tail as he offers the gilded stationery and small, wrapped package. When he opens it, he'll be greeted by the scent of flowers pressed into the envelope. The letter reads: ]
[ Included with the letter is a photo of Rose, winking into the camera and holding up a silver key.
It will make more sense with his gift. Once he opens the package, Byleth will find a small padlock on a chain engraved with roses and sea glass, like the heart she'd made him back on the island, as a callback to how far they've come. ]
[ Included with the letter is a photo of Rose, winking into the camera and holding up a silver key.
It will make more sense with his gift. Once he opens the package, Byleth will find a small padlock on a chain engraved with roses and sea glass, like the heart she'd made him back on the island, as a callback to how far they've come. ]
[ Byleth, brief as ever, replies in kind with a text. A picture of the padlock on a chain, strung around his neck. ]
You don't need a key to unlock my love, you already have it.
Thank you. Its beautiful. A good reminder of someone I love.
You don't need a key to unlock my love, you already have it.
Thank you. Its beautiful. A good reminder of someone I love.
Dimitri has always been an early riser. Much of that has to do with the fact that, before now, he had to rise and settle with the sun. Even now, he finds himself stirring with the first rays of light but today it's for more than just routine.
"Good morning, beloved," he's quick to say, pressing a kiss to his bedmate's temple before sitting up with a yawn. He ties his hair back, puts on his eyepatch, and gets adorned in his... fishing boots? Hm. "I had hoped you might assist me with something," he starts as Byleth also gets up and ready to start his day. "We're good on food stores, of course, but now that the temperature is dropping a bit... I figured it couldn't hurt to get a little more of your favorite?" Fish, he means. He knows how his love enjoys the sport so and especially on quiet mornings when they're alone.
It doesn't seem like anything out of the ordinary. Yet. Dimitri though is doing his best to hide the anxiety buzzing just beneath the surface of his actions and words. He's trying not to reach down into his pocket too obviously to touch the ring resting there for reassurance. He wants this day to be perfect for many reasons, but most of all because Byleth deserves to be the happiest he can be on it.
"Good morning, beloved," he's quick to say, pressing a kiss to his bedmate's temple before sitting up with a yawn. He ties his hair back, puts on his eyepatch, and gets adorned in his... fishing boots? Hm. "I had hoped you might assist me with something," he starts as Byleth also gets up and ready to start his day. "We're good on food stores, of course, but now that the temperature is dropping a bit... I figured it couldn't hurt to get a little more of your favorite?" Fish, he means. He knows how his love enjoys the sport so and especially on quiet mornings when they're alone.
It doesn't seem like anything out of the ordinary. Yet. Dimitri though is doing his best to hide the anxiety buzzing just beneath the surface of his actions and words. He's trying not to reach down into his pocket too obviously to touch the ring resting there for reassurance. He wants this day to be perfect for many reasons, but most of all because Byleth deserves to be the happiest he can be on it.
Byleth yawns and stretches as Dimitri stirs. Reluctant at first to wake. His lover is so warm and soft. Dimitri has such a soothing effect on him. There isn't a moment that he doesn't want to be wrapped in this man's embrace. He whines softly when Dimitri rises, though the mention of food and... oh! Well, he's awake now. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes and sitting up. His hair halfway stuck in the same position it was splayed on the pillow before he pats it down.
"Mmmm. Well I can't say no to that." He relents, getting up and getting himself dressed and ready. "It's surprising for you to want to accompany me for it though." But far from unwelcome. Dimitri's company is always wanted. Once he is prepared, he takes his place at the king's side, taking his hand to hold.
"Mmmm. Well I can't say no to that." He relents, getting up and getting himself dressed and ready. "It's surprising for you to want to accompany me for it though." But far from unwelcome. Dimitri's company is always wanted. Once he is prepared, he takes his place at the king's side, taking his hand to hold.
Edited 2022-09-30 02:06 (UTC)
[Attached is a set of coordinates, pinging the villa the older SOLDIERs have made their home.]
This is Minerva, that long-winded thespian's DTF. Attached are the coordinates to our home and the quickest route from your location. The apple trees in our orchard are in bloom currently, so please feel free to take as many as you like with you.
They are everywhere. Please take them.
This is Minerva, that long-winded thespian's DTF. Attached are the coordinates to our home and the quickest route from your location. The apple trees in our orchard are in bloom currently, so please feel free to take as many as you like with you.
They are everywhere. Please take them.
Many thanks! I will be dropping in soon!
[ Which eventually he does. Armed with a basket of goodies and a tea set, he is completely prepared to raise his relationship score- er. To make friends with Genesis.
When he does show up on the doorstep, he simply knocks, though he does wonder if perhaps that would be enough to be heard in such a large estate? ]
[ Which eventually he does. Armed with a basket of goodies and a tea set, he is completely prepared to raise his relationship score- er. To make friends with Genesis.
When he does show up on the doorstep, he simply knocks, though he does wonder if perhaps that would be enough to be heard in such a large estate? ]
HOW DARE YOU!
[Finally, an opportunity to get some stamps proper. She hasn't had much luck in gaining partnership in sex, even though it should be an equal benefit matter. Patient as she is, it's also a bit frustrating; lacking her weapons has been a concerning matter, after all. Though she's certain she can still defend herself against most people here if need be, she'd still prefer to be armed.
So she arrives outside of Byleth's door, completely naked except for the hat still on her head. Her clothing has been bundled up under her arm, and she knocks on the door. Flopped in the snow by her bare feet is, evidently, one extremely fat cat.]
So she arrives outside of Byleth's door, completely naked except for the hat still on her head. Her clothing has been bundled up under her arm, and she knocks on the door. Flopped in the snow by her bare feet is, evidently, one extremely fat cat.]
[ Opening the door, Byleth stops dead. The tray of tea in his hand dipping just a bit before he rights it as to not simply dump the contents to the floor. ]
Th...
[ Naked. ]
Did- did you walk over like that?
[ Naked???????????? In the snow??????? NAKED?????? Byleth is a bit of an odd duck himself but this is a whole new level. He throws the door wide, remembering himself and gesturing her inside. Scampering to set the tea down and fetch a blanket or three. ]
Goodness. Come in, come in. Hurry, you'll catch your death out there. By the fire. Sit, sit.
[ There, he bundles her up in the blankets and stokes the flames in the fireplace. Hurriedly pouring her a cup of hot tea. ]
Here, careful- it's hot. Drink it slowly, mind you not to burn your tongue on it. Why in good graces were you trekking out there in nothing but a hat, pray tell?
Th...
[ Naked. ]
Did- did you walk over like that?
[ Naked???????????? In the snow??????? NAKED?????? Byleth is a bit of an odd duck himself but this is a whole new level. He throws the door wide, remembering himself and gesturing her inside. Scampering to set the tea down and fetch a blanket or three. ]
Goodness. Come in, come in. Hurry, you'll catch your death out there. By the fire. Sit, sit.
[ There, he bundles her up in the blankets and stokes the flames in the fireplace. Hurriedly pouring her a cup of hot tea. ]
Here, careful- it's hot. Drink it slowly, mind you not to burn your tongue on it. Why in good graces were you trekking out there in nothing but a hat, pray tell?
[And here comes a surprise message of a totally unsuspecting Squall who is in his pink frilly apron and boxer briefs and nothing else. He's making breakfast and dancing (poorly) around the kitchen as he cooks. There is music playing in the background, perhaps a familiar or unfamiliar tune to Byleth.
Importantly, Squall is singing rather off key to the song he's listening too.]
~It means no worries
For the rest of your days
It's our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata~
[Does Squall know how to sing? ABSOLUTELY NOT. Was that even considered singing or is it just screeching?? The jury is out.]
Importantly, Squall is singing rather off key to the song he's listening too.]
~It means no worries
For the rest of your days
It's our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata~
[Does Squall know how to sing? ABSOLUTELY NOT. Was that even considered singing or is it just screeching?? The jury is out.]
[ Oh no... oh no, he's so cute. Goddess help him. ]
See? I told you I'd love your singing.
[ Skill aside, that's not what Byleth cares about. ]
See? I told you I'd love your singing.
[ Skill aside, that's not what Byleth cares about. ]
[Action, after byleth passed out from a single glass of old people wine]
perfectteatime
2023-03-18 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ When he wakes, it's to a splitting headache. He sits up, having been burritoed up in a blanket, and immediately regrets being any kind of vertical.
It was one. One! Glass! Of Wine! One! Byleth handles his alcohol fairly well, but that was something else entirely. Looking around, he can glean he's still at the Ancient's home, but oh if only the room would stop vibrating. He attempts to call out, to perhaps inquire if anyone is near, what time is it, how long had he been passed out, what kind of fucky grapes that wine was made from, but all that comes out is; ]
Aaaaa...?
It was one. One! Glass! Of Wine! One! Byleth handles his alcohol fairly well, but that was something else entirely. Looking around, he can glean he's still at the Ancient's home, but oh if only the room would stop vibrating. He attempts to call out, to perhaps inquire if anyone is near, what time is it, how long had he been passed out, what kind of fucky grapes that wine was made from, but all that comes out is; ]
Aaaaa...?
Oh dear, you’re still out of sorts, aren’t you?
[He sighs as he enters from the other room. A bathrobe is tied at his waist and nearly falling off of his shoulders. His hair is down and wet, surely a rarity of sights.]
Don’t mind your size. You were simply in my spot.
[What???]
[He sighs as he enters from the other room. A bathrobe is tied at his waist and nearly falling off of his shoulders. His hair is down and wet, surely a rarity of sights.]
Don’t mind your size. You were simply in my spot.
[What???]
We are out of order on this timeline WHATEVER! Some days before Byleth's post!
untsundered
2023-03-19 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
Indeed it was Emet-Selch's turn for the date, and he had put some thought into this. Not merely thought, but true sentiment and if one would be so bold...no, he would not name it that. Much too soon, it had only been a couple of moons since they had even met, and while he cannot deny the magnetic way he feels pulled to Byleth, he would be a fool to so carelessly mishandle his feelings. Utterly irresponsible, really.
So thought and sentiment, that is what he has put into this. Nothing more.
Having sent Byleth a message to indicate his arrival at Byleth's home, he will likewise be greeted by the sight of Emet-Selch dressed in an unfamiliar outfit. Certainly one that fits his Amaurotine heritage, no doubt, but it is not quite the communal robes in which he ordinarily dons. He also stands besides a large beast of sorts, as still and poised as it is intimidating. He certainly had given Byleth instructions to dress nice for this, but not much else, hopefully whatever he's chosen to wear will accommodate riding on the back of this beast.
So thought and sentiment, that is what he has put into this. Nothing more.
Having sent Byleth a message to indicate his arrival at Byleth's home, he will likewise be greeted by the sight of Emet-Selch dressed in an unfamiliar outfit. Certainly one that fits his Amaurotine heritage, no doubt, but it is not quite the communal robes in which he ordinarily dons. He also stands besides a large beast of sorts, as still and poised as it is intimidating. He certainly had given Byleth instructions to dress nice for this, but not much else, hopefully whatever he's chosen to wear will accommodate riding on the back of this beast.
Byleth had been preparing a little surprise of his own. He isn't expecting though, to see Emet decked out in such ornate garb when he opens the door. Nor dos he expect the mount standing there behind him. He gives of course, his customarily muted greeting, but it's clear he's delighted, and he leans forward to give the man a kiss on the cheek.
"You look quite beautiful." He takes a moment more to take this in, and then-
"Hold. Close your eyes just briefly, would you?" He asks, making sure to wait until the man complies, before scuttling back into his house for a quick minute. When he returns, he clears his throat. "All right, you may look now."
He did in fact, decide to wear something special for this. Clearly of hand make, he carefully stitched his own robes, according to a few references he had obtained from some of the books in Emet's possession. As well as a little mask of his own. It's all very plain as far as Ascian standards, Byleth thought better than to try to go with anything too outside of the norm.
Either way, he lifts his hands in a vague little 'ta-daa' gesture.
"You look quite beautiful." He takes a moment more to take this in, and then-
"Hold. Close your eyes just briefly, would you?" He asks, making sure to wait until the man complies, before scuttling back into his house for a quick minute. When he returns, he clears his throat. "All right, you may look now."
He did in fact, decide to wear something special for this. Clearly of hand make, he carefully stitched his own robes, according to a few references he had obtained from some of the books in Emet's possession. As well as a little mask of his own. It's all very plain as far as Ascian standards, Byleth thought better than to try to go with anything too outside of the norm.
Either way, he lifts his hands in a vague little 'ta-daa' gesture.
Don't suppose you have some time for me
unless you're busy with your darling Emet-Selch?
unless you're busy with your darling Emet-Selch?
I take plenty of lovers, Obsidian. Have mercy with your jabbing would you?
And yes, of course I have time for you, my friend. Do you wish to drop in?
And yes, of course I have time for you, my friend. Do you wish to drop in?
[is byleth too busy? well TOO BAD here comes obsidian whompwhomp]
Mayhap ill-timed as we get to warmer weather but...
[But ANYWAY, Obsidian is approaching Byleth and draping a minty colored handknitted blanket over the other man's head.]
Mayhap ill-timed as we get to warmer weather but...
[But ANYWAY, Obsidian is approaching Byleth and draping a minty colored handknitted blanket over the other man's head.]
[ !!! What a surprise! It takes him a moment, examining the blanket to connect the dots, but when he does, he turns around to Obsidian. His eyes practically sparkling. ]
You... you made it for me?
[ LOOK OUT THAT'S A STAGE FIVE HUG INCOMING! ]
You... you made it for me?
[ LOOK OUT THAT'S A STAGE FIVE HUG INCOMING! ]
[ The door opens and Byleth almost immediately ushers him inside. The smell of tea and cooking filing the air here. ]
Yes, please. Make yourself at home. I'll get the kettle on.
Yes, please. Make yourself at home. I'll get the kettle on.
byleth
You are strong
but be wary of the one who calls himself Hermes.
today that is him.
in the future, he will be Fandaniel.
You are strong
but be wary of the one who calls himself Hermes.
today that is him.
in the future, he will be Fandaniel.
Ah, Zero. Thank you for your earnest concern for me. I am aware of what Hermes is capable of and intend to proceed with caution.
I do want to see if I can help steer him from that path.
I do want to see if I can help steer him from that path.
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