#softhyla

The journey back from Fhirdiad hadn’t been difficult, but it was a long and lonely trek that made Sylvain ache for a night by the fireplace with Felix-- snuggled under a thick quilt as Felix read some weapons history book and Sylvain pretended to catch up on letters from friends but really just snuck glances at Felix and basked in the fact that life was good now.

At long last, Sylvain trudged through the door of their estate and set off in search of his husband, ready to make that vision a reality.

Dimitri awoke to the sensation of someone rubbing his chest-- and he opened his eye to find Felix looming over him, smearing lotion on his chest and grumbling, "If you get burned, it will be me Ingrid lectures."

That their greatest worries were sunburn and lectures-- and not battles and death-- made Dimitri smile. The rhythm of the waves, the summer sun's heat, and the soothing touch of Felix all conspired to lulled Dimitri back into his nap.

Since Dimitri could never tastes their breakfast, Sylvain and Dedue had developed creative strategies for getting him to enjoy the meal-- placing blueberries in his pancakes just so to shape a heart, using eggs and toast to make a smiley face on the plate, and, once, Sylvain actually took a bite of bacon and tired to kiss it into Dimitri’s mouth. That last strategy Dimitri banned quickly but it had led to a lot of laughter.

Today Dimitri had asked to work with his beloveds to create breakfast, and he smiled to himself as he stirred the muffin batter and watched Dedue hold out a spoon for Sylvain to taste, love and the scent of good food wrapping them all in a comfortable morning.

(asks that make you mentally rewatch The Little Mermaid)

“My name is Dimitri,” said the human, his smile gentle as he kept Dedue upright with one arm, sun shining off his golden hair and briefly robbing Dedue of coherent thought. 

Dedue, still struggling to stand on his newly gifted legs, shook that away and opened his mouth to answer-- only for no sound to come out. 

Dimitri’s smile turned into a troubled frown, and he swept Dedue’s wet bangs aside to get a better look at his face as he asked, “Are you alright, my friend?”