[and byleth, too, even if she wasn't aware of what her own desires were at the time. the silence is deafening and heavy, but enough so that she understands where this is going—enough that she understands what she wants.]
[she closes her eyes as dimitri kisses her, and she feels warmth. something just and right about this. saintly as she may actually be, her past is marred with such strong humanity and things that would otherwise mar her sainthood. no, at this time she doesn't need to move further into the divine, but she needs to be tethered to a world where humanity still grips at her strong, where she can be part of the stupid, idiotic mess that is to live with scars and guilt and pain.]
[as they pull away from the kiss, byleth urges him to sit up properly beside her, so that she can press a hand to his cheek—smiling radiantly before pressing forward to kiss him again.]
[now that it's happening, it doesn't feel right to stop.]
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[she closes her eyes as dimitri kisses her, and she feels warmth. something just and right about this. saintly as she may actually be, her past is marred with such strong humanity and things that would otherwise mar her sainthood. no, at this time she doesn't need to move further into the divine, but she needs to be tethered to a world where humanity still grips at her strong, where she can be part of the stupid, idiotic mess that is to live with scars and guilt and pain.]
[as they pull away from the kiss, byleth urges him to sit up properly beside her, so that she can press a hand to his cheek—smiling radiantly before pressing forward to kiss him again.]
[now that it's happening, it doesn't feel right to stop.]