[It was... odd. With the runes wreaking havoc on the city, all he'd wanted to do lately was be close to everyone from home, to people he held dear. And that's what had him going to Dedue's apartment with an odd urgency, rapping on the door and assuming he'll be home.
Why wouldn't he be? He wants to see him, after all.
He could have sent a text ahead of time, but... well, that was assuming Dedue had gotten comfortable enough with the devices to even get the message in the first place, and he wasn't about to risk that.]
[Dedue has been closing himself into his place to focus on his plants. He has these...urges. The last thing he wants to do is inflict them on others. While it means the feeling is getting worse, he still doesn't go out to find someone to ma...
No. Best not to think on it. Water the plants around his place instead.
A knock at his door draws his attention and he leaves the watering can behind to go and open the door. To look down and see Sylvain.
Gods but he longs for him...
No, he can't put that on him.
It's a war inside himself even as he nods to welcome him and steps aside to let him in. No matter what his state, he will never bar his door to a Lion.]
[Better to just follow the urges, in this place, before they boil over and become unmanageable... at least that's what Sylvain has been telling himself, and it's honestly been working well thus far.
Dedue, though... he knows won't be quite so willing to give in to impulse.
Something tugs at the back of his mind - convince him to, make him yours, doesn't he smell good?
He brushes it aside, for now, as he steps in. He's just here to check in on his friend. That's all.]
It's been challenging. With everything happening recently.
[He knows he's feeling that feverish feeling rising. The desire to be with someone. To properly mate. No, he needs to mate. Needs it badly.
The scent in the air is getting stronger as he starts going into heat. And yet he's trying so hard to just focus on going to the kitchen to make tea for Sylvain.
It's not going well. He's flushed and almost a little dizzy. Stopping to lean on the counter to close his eyes...]
[He's fishing - clearly so. He could hazard a guess, but he'd rather hear it from his friend directly, instead of risking being wrong and embarrassing them both.
That said - while he does follow him to the kitchen, he keeps his distance, gives him space to breathe.
To speak, if he wants, in place of acting without figuring out his desires.]
[Even just mentioning makes him shudder a little. It's really not fair to just picture your companion naked. Yet, here he is. Doing exactly that. Sylvain's beautiful body pressed against his own, kissing him...]
Sylvain, you simply wish to hear me say it. You are not as foolish you pretend.
[He calls him out right then and there. It's a little embarrassing but at the same time it's because he cares.
Dedue's eyes open and he looks up at him. His pupils are dilated, he's panting softly, his cheeks are flushed. There's a shakiness to his body as he leans more on the counter.]
I apologize. I was trying to avoid being a burden...
[He meant to say that he needs his help. This is what has come out of his mouth instead. It's too late to take it back now and the words don't actually sound, well, wrong?
He does need him.
Badly.]
Is that alright?
[Yes. In the middle of being in heat, he's going to politely make sure it's okay first.]
[It's Dedue's birthday! Ashe hasn't spent much time with Dedue since their intimate moment, that wasn't a friendly wave or walk to the store when they ran into each other, but he didn't forget his birthday! Outside his door sits a gift bag with an oven mitt, apron, seeds, his favorite tea, and cookies that weren't too sweet. He placed a note on top of everything.]
[Happy Birthday Dedue! I tried to fit as many things as I could in the bag! I wanted to make a Duscur dish for you, but I don't think it's a good idea to leave that outside your door When you're free, you're welcome to come by my place We can have the meal together! I hope you have a great day Dedue!
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Why wouldn't he be? He wants to see him, after all.
He could have sent a text ahead of time, but... well, that was assuming Dedue had gotten comfortable enough with the devices to even get the message in the first place, and he wasn't about to risk that.]
/stares at you
No. Best not to think on it. Water the plants around his place instead.
A knock at his door draws his attention and he leaves the watering can behind to go and open the door. To look down and see Sylvain.
Gods but he longs for him...
No, he can't put that on him.
It's a war inside himself even as he nods to welcome him and steps aside to let him in. No matter what his state, he will never bar his door to a Lion.]
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Dedue, though... he knows won't be quite so willing to give in to impulse.
Something tugs at the back of his mind - convince him to, make him yours, doesn't he smell good?
He brushes it aside, for now, as he steps in. He's just here to check in on his friend. That's all.]
How have you been holding up?
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[He knows he's feeling that feverish feeling rising. The desire to be with someone. To properly mate. No, he needs to mate. Needs it badly.
The scent in the air is getting stronger as he starts going into heat. And yet he's trying so hard to just focus on going to the kitchen to make tea for Sylvain.
It's not going well. He's flushed and almost a little dizzy. Stopping to lean on the counter to close his eyes...]
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[He's fishing - clearly so. He could hazard a guess, but he'd rather hear it from his friend directly, instead of risking being wrong and embarrassing them both.
That said - while he does follow him to the kitchen, he keeps his distance, gives him space to breathe.
To speak, if he wants, in place of acting without figuring out his desires.]
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[Even just mentioning makes him shudder a little. It's really not fair to just picture your companion naked. Yet, here he is. Doing exactly that. Sylvain's beautiful body pressed against his own, kissing him...]
I apologize. I became distracted.
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[That much is...
Well, kind of obvious, honestly.
That said, he can't really help but want to hear about them - from Dedue directly - so he presses for details a little further.]
Don't apologize, Dedue, this place does odd things to us.
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[He calls him out right then and there. It's a little embarrassing but at the same time it's because he cares.
Dedue's eyes open and he looks up at him. His pupils are dilated, he's panting softly, his cheeks are flushed. There's a shakiness to his body as he leans more on the counter.]
I apologize. I was trying to avoid being a burden...
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[Guilty as charged... but really, who could blame him?
Especially with Dedue looking like that. Wow.]
You're never a burden, Dedue. Really.
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[He meant to say that he needs his help. This is what has come out of his mouth instead. It's too late to take it back now and the words don't actually sound, well, wrong?
He does need him.
Badly.]
Is that alright?
[Yes. In the middle of being in heat, he's going to politely make sure it's okay first.]
Happy Birthday Dedue!
[Happy Birthday Dedue!
I tried to fit as many things as I could in the bag!
I wanted to make a Duscur dish for you, but I don't think it's a good idea to leave that outside your door
When you're free, you're welcome to come by my place
We can have the meal together!
I hope you have a great day Dedue!
Ashe