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[ Dedue's room, and his whole aura is so peaceful. The gentle touch prompts him to go up on his toes and kiss him, just an affectionate peck. ]

Not at all.

I have something for you.

[ He tugs Dedue over to sit on the edge of the bed. Getting a nice breath of the man's clean, aromatic scent. ]

Put out your hands and close your eyes.

[Dedue leans down to allow Byleth to kiss him more easily. He is mollified, at least, that there's nothing serious for them to discuss, and sits on the edge of the bed when he is bidden to. Byleth stands before him, now with a bit less of a height discrepancy.]

[And he has something for him. At first, Dedue thinks it must be a gift, until he's told to close his eyes and hold out his hands. He looks up at Byleth with just a bare hint of a smile, wry amusement at his perceived 'gift'.]

So it is that kind of gift, then?

[Not that he at all dislikes to receive such a gift. He still does as he's told, holding out his hands with his eyes closed, entirely expecting a cock in his palms.]

[ He chuckles, giving Dedue a light kiss on the forehead. ]

Not quite...

[ He places a small satchel in his open hands. ]

Here. Open your eyes now.

[ In it are dozens upon dozens of tiny glass bottle. They are all filled to the brim with every kind of plant endemic to Duscur. Primarily floral, but there are fruit, herbs and vegetable seeds as well. Byleth stands, quietly proud of his procurement. ]

So you can have a little bit of home. And maybe someday you can show me those fields of Duscur flowers in full bloom.

[Well, that is a sack, but not the kind that he anticipated getting in his hands. When Dedue opens his eyes, he is holding a sachet that contains a multitude of round somethings that clink together; he opens the bag, drawing out a few of the containers. They're neatly labeled and filled with seeds-- flowers, but also a variety of other plants, all of which were once native to Duscur. Many of them are ones that he had long since given up as lost, destroyed when Faerghus burned his homeland to the ground. Treasures, each and every one of them.]

[Dedue's vision goes blurry, and it takes a few moments for him to realize that it's because of tears.]

[He has not wept since Duscur was taken from him; perhaps it's fitting that he only does so again when a piece of it is given back.]

[Dedue stands and pulls Byleth to his chest, embracing him tightly and burying his face in his pale hair. This gift is truly priceless, and Byleth has brought it to him seemingly on a whim, for no reason other than to bring him happiness. For no reason other than for love of him. How could Dedue not love him in return for his kindness, his consideration, his generosity?]

Thank you.

[ Ah. He didn't mean to make him cry. But now he's learned more of tears of joy. Especially the way Dedue pulls him into that tight embrace. He returns it, stroking the man's broad back softly. ]

Of course.

I love you. I will do everything I can to ensure your happiness and comfort.

And I, you.

[How wonderful, to be loved by a man like Byleth. To be loved simple and true.]

Nevertheless, this gift is beyond precious. I could only ever acquire a few seeds from plants native to Duscur, and at great cost. The rest were surely lost when Faerghus burned my homeland to the ground.

[And here, in his hands, is the last cache of those seeds. One last little piece of Duscur, still full of potential life.]

How could I ever repay you for this? There is no value that could ever equal it.

You don't need to repay me, Dedue. You've already given me more than I could have ever wanted.

But seeing you smile like this is incredible, too.

[ He leans in, resting his forehead against Dedue's softly. ]

I hope your happiness grows with these. I could think of nothing that I would want more, than to know there's peace in your heart.

My heart is light whenever you are with me.

[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.]

[ It is more than forgiven. Byleth is touched that he could move Dedue so deeply like this. The man has a deep romantic streak, and Byleth could only hope to have matched it.

He eagerly returns that tender kiss. ]

I would love that. Would be it that we could lay amongst them together. Or make love- [ He has to laugh at himself for being so soppy. ] Sorry, is that too much?

[Dedue laughs in return, low and soft.]

No, of course not. It would not be the first time, after all.

[How could he object to making love amongst the flowers when that was exactly how he and Byleth had first come together? He would gladly lay with him in whatever fields please him, though there is occasionally some merit to having a mattress and four walls.]

I may start to think that you have a preference, however. [He wipes at the tear tracks on his face with the heel of his palm; how embarrassing. He is usually not so emotional.] Do you find me less handsome in a bed?

[ That earns a soft, playful shove. ]

Hardly. I just-

[ Ah, this is actually embarrassing, and he ducks his head a little, eyes averting to stare at the opposite wall. ]

I just... it's really romantic. And it reminds me of how you used to look in the greenhouse, when you were focused on what made you happy. With all the warm sunlight and flowers around you.

I used to watch you. I thought you were most beautiful like that. Though, you are beautiful all the time. But you looked so happy then.

Edited 2022-07-12 04:48 (UTC)

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