[ with the campus as unstable as it's been, he's staying pretty close to winter dorm today, though he'll of course invite byleth inside when they inevitably meet up.
and... he has a to-go cup of tea for her! sorry there's no choices here, it's chamomile. ]
...I'm ready to leave, but I will admit I'll miss this place a bit.
[ oh. he looks extremely surprised by this—she could've told him practically anything, that she had renewed her resolve to march to enbarr or decided that it was time to retake fhirdiad, or even any other personal direction their relationship has taken, but. this is somehow the biggest surprise. ]
Professor...
[ he should respond, because there is a lot to say to this, but right now he has been struck literally speechless. ]
that i get to be dimitri dumped twice is honestly such a dream
[ life is fleeting. those sure are words coming from her. is this some sort of enlightenment she'd gleaned about their relationship when she'd died? for some reason he feels awful about that, though he sets his tea aside to gather her hands up in his, squeezing them fiercely, that same care in his voice. ]
Professor... you are more dear to me than I could put into words.
[ ... ]
It's just—I've already promised my heart to another.
[ he sounds apologetic, though not regretful—he cares about annie so much, too. this just isn't how he'd planned to break the news, because he hasn't had time to define anything between anyone these days. ]
But I do love you. [ byleth was and always will be such a precious person to him. it's surprisingly easy to tell her how vital she is to his life, now. ] I hope... you don't doubt that.
[her voice is quiet. not weak, or shut downโjust... quiet. for a long moment, she says nothing else. piece by piece, her face falls into an expression far more sober than moments before, as the ramifications of his words fall into place. reciprocal, but too late.
she looks down at his hands, grasping hers, then back up at his face. it's hard to tell if she's sad, crushed, or just processing, as her face stills nearly completely.]
I... didn't realize.
[there's no clarification on which part she's referring to.]
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divineimpulse) wrote2021-06-05 06:42 pm
w7; saturday
and... he has a to-go cup of tea for her! sorry there's no choices here, it's chamomile. ]
...I'm ready to leave, but I will admit I'll miss this place a bit.
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It seems we may have a chance to visit again, when things ease.
[she sips her tea, inhaling the steam lightly.
and places the cup down.
...]
Dimitri, before we goโwill you hear out a selfish confession of mine?
Someone recently told me to be a little selfish, and I thought... I'd try.
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but either way, they will have home. together. she'd mentioned selfishness before, though he cannot imagine what for. ]
Of course. I will always hear out whatever you want to say.
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[...]
About us.
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he looks curious, though. ]
And what would that be?
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I like you.
Not just as a friend or companion.
As... more.
And I wanted to tell you now, before it's too late again.
you're really making me do this
Professor...
[ he should respond, because there is a lot to say to this, but right now he has been struck literally speechless. ]
that i get to be dimitri dumped twice is honestly such a dream
Life is fleeting. So... I wanted to tell you, no matter what.
That's all.
YOU ARE SO RUDE
Professor... you are more dear to me than I could put into words.
[ ... ]
It's just—I've already promised my heart to another.
[ he sounds apologetic, though not regretful—he cares about annie so much, too. this just isn't how he'd planned to break the news, because he hasn't had time to define anything between anyone these days. ]
But I do love you. [ byleth was and always will be such a precious person to him. it's surprisingly easy to tell her how vital she is to his life, now. ] I hope... you don't doubt that.
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[her voice is quiet. not weak, or shut downโjust... quiet. for a long moment, she says nothing else. piece by piece, her face falls into an expression far more sober than moments before, as the ramifications of his words fall into place. reciprocal, but too late.
she looks down at his hands, grasping hers, then back up at his face. it's hard to tell if she's sad, crushed, or just processing, as her face stills nearly completely.]
I... didn't realize.
[there's no clarification on which part she's referring to.]