[He never really has the willpower to deny her. And on a night like this one, a bad night with too many things crowding his head, it is easy to follow Byleth’s lead. Tugged along by the hand, he gives hers a gentle squeeze as they move towards the greenhouse — a sign of quiet gratitude.
The interior of the greenhouse is well-lit no matter the time of day or night, and this illumination greets them as they enter. It’s warmer, too, as expected. A little humid, but better than the bite of the outside air to those unused to it.
He looks at her profile as they walk, seeing tired lines mar even her features. Dimitri is sorry for it, and ever sorry to make her worry on top of all the other responsibilities she has in this war. She gives so much of herself, and he wonders how she can be so strong for all of them. Byleth truly must possess some divine manner of strength, unyielding even under the weight of her own pressures.
A little bench, hiding under the eaves of a large plant with elephant-ear leaves, is as good of a place as any to sit. When they do, Dimitri feels a pang between his eyes, and brings a hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose.]
I should ask for one night of uninterrupted sleep, but I think I will be denied it until the end of the war.
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The interior of the greenhouse is well-lit no matter the time of day or night, and this illumination greets them as they enter. It’s warmer, too, as expected. A little humid, but better than the bite of the outside air to those unused to it.
He looks at her profile as they walk, seeing tired lines mar even her features. Dimitri is sorry for it, and ever sorry to make her worry on top of all the other responsibilities she has in this war. She gives so much of herself, and he wonders how she can be so strong for all of them. Byleth truly must possess some divine manner of strength, unyielding even under the weight of her own pressures.
A little bench, hiding under the eaves of a large plant with elephant-ear leaves, is as good of a place as any to sit. When they do, Dimitri feels a pang between his eyes, and brings a hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose.]
I should ask for one night of uninterrupted sleep, but I think I will be denied it until the end of the war.
[If even then, he wonders.]