[Bearing precious gifts or not, Byleth's mere presence is a gift enough. His love, more than Dedue could have ever dreamed to have. Dedue lacks for nothing, so long as he has Byleth at his side.]
And if you desire fields of Duscur flowers in bloom, than I shall overrun this place with flowers for you.
[He presses his lips to Byleth's forehead, to his cheek, to his beloved lips. Dedue's own are still wet with the tears that he has shed, but they are tears of joy-- and he is certain that Byleth will forgive him for his lapse in composure.]
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[Bearing precious gifts or not, Byleth's mere presence is a gift enough. His love, more than Dedue could have ever dreamed to have. Dedue lacks for nothing, so long as he has Byleth at his side.]
And if you desire fields of Duscur flowers in bloom, than I shall overrun this place with flowers for you.
[He presses his lips to Byleth's forehead, to his cheek, to his beloved lips. Dedue's own are still wet with the tears that he has shed, but they are tears of joy-- and he is certain that Byleth will forgive him for his lapse in composure.]