[ In this moment, Byleth seems so much smaller and vulnerable than he's ever seen him, and that alone makes him wrap his arms tightly around his body. Mercenary or Professor, he's always fit so well in his hold that it's like he belongs there. And more than that—
He's been the one to stand by him and return him to the light. How could he continue to be so blind while his beloved suffered this loneliness, this pain of knowledge that he too, cannot comprehend enough...
I didn't want this to change....
The way Byleth looks right then tears him up inside, and he pulls him into his arms without another word, his hand rising to bury his fingers in the hair on the back of his head. Lightened and radiant, that shock of spirituality and divine etched in the strands—
He pushes his lips against his jaw and kisses him, before he replies, firm in his reassurance. ]
I know it's you. I've never doubted it, Byleth.
[ Fused with a goddess or not... he squeezes Byleth close as he tries to sort out his thoughts. ]
I don't know why you'd think anything would change. I'd already seen you return from an impossible situation before. I've seen you make miracles happen. Why wouldn't I believe that you are still the same man I love beyond anyone else?
[ He can feel his heart sink as he keeps Byleth close. ]
No matter who we're with here, no matter our feelings... in the end, I'd still come back to you, beloved. Because I'm yours.
[ He's not a Dimitri from another path. He's his Dimitri. Carefully peeling himself back but not too far to be separated from the heat and warmth of his body, Dimitri brings his hand back to cup Byleth's cheek. ]
Nothing would change who you are. I would follow you to the very end, my love. I promised you that, and I hold that promise even now. You are Byleth. My Byleth. Why would you not believe me when I said it the first time?
[ He smiles faintly, wanting him to see that even if this is hard to process, he means every word. ]
It's not wise for a professor to not listen, is it?
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He's been the one to stand by him and return him to the light. How could he continue to be so blind while his beloved suffered this loneliness, this pain of knowledge that he too, cannot comprehend enough...
I didn't want this to change....
The way Byleth looks right then tears him up inside, and he pulls him into his arms without another word, his hand rising to bury his fingers in the hair on the back of his head. Lightened and radiant, that shock of spirituality and divine etched in the strands—
He pushes his lips against his jaw and kisses him, before he replies, firm in his reassurance. ]
I know it's you. I've never doubted it, Byleth.
[ Fused with a goddess or not... he squeezes Byleth close as he tries to sort out his thoughts. ]
I don't know why you'd think anything would change. I'd already seen you return from an impossible situation before. I've seen you make miracles happen. Why wouldn't I believe that you are still the same man I love beyond anyone else?
[ He can feel his heart sink as he keeps Byleth close. ]
No matter who we're with here, no matter our feelings... in the end, I'd still come back to you, beloved. Because I'm yours.
[ He's not a Dimitri from another path. He's his Dimitri. Carefully peeling himself back but not too far to be separated from the heat and warmth of his body, Dimitri brings his hand back to cup Byleth's cheek. ]
Nothing would change who you are. I would follow you to the very end, my love. I promised you that, and I hold that promise even now. You are Byleth. My Byleth. Why would you not believe me when I said it the first time?
[ He smiles faintly, wanting him to see that even if this is hard to process, he means every word. ]
It's not wise for a professor to not listen, is it?