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[donoteattheweeds]

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.]

[perfectteatime]

[ 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?

[donoteattheweeds]

[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?

[perfectteatime]

[ 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.