[The message is a recording of Elidibus playing the piano in a secret location rather than in the Hall of Rhetoric, a song that Erichthonios would know Themis had written for him. It was one he had only ever played for the Warder, an intimate thing only between the two of them.
He smiles as he plays, the camera moving to show his playing, then his love-filled face.
[Lahabrea has been pacing back and forth for hours before sending the following, however it is unknown how long it took him to write it. While he earnestly wants to forge a better relationship with his son, the poor man is struggling how on how to convey such thoughts. Therefore, Erichthonios might be a little surprised once he receives this message.]
Greetings, Erichthonios,
I hope this message finds you well. If so, I would ask that we speak in person. That is assuming you have the time.
[Do not be alarmed, son, but this message was meant for you. That much will be painfully apparent in Lahabrea's reply. Although, he thankfully drops the rigid formality for something a bit more recognizable as conversation.]
Very well. Come meet me at my studies then. I will not waste this opportunity with mere preamble.
[When Erichthonios arrives downstairs, he is greeted by his father standing by the window, appearing as formidable as ever. His companion is tucked away in the opposite corner of the room. It has returned to appearing as a single red eye surrounded by red and black feathers. It's a rather unsettling sight, one that Erichthonios might remembere unfondly.
As Lahabrea turns to greet him, the creature watches them intently.]
You certainly took your time.
[Judging from his frown, he's not too impressed. ]
[There’s no need to sit at all, especially since they’re leaving soon. Together, that is.]
I don’t need anything, but we’re going somewhere.
[Terse reply aside, Lahabrea moves away from the window towards the desk where an inconspicuous straw basket lies. It’s a pretty basket, one probably woven by hand, but as for what is inside…that remains a mystery for now. ]
We’re going on a picnic.
[Yes, they are. He had already made their lunches for today’s picnic, so he won’t take “no” for an answer.]
[ Later that day, Dimitri will hear a knock on his door. When he opens it, he will be greeted with Erich leaning in and kissing him sweetly before stepping back again. ]
[ When the knock on the door comes, Dimitri actually anticipates that its for Byleth. The man is more social than he is around the simulation, after all, and so it's expected but- Oh.
That's a wonderfully pleasant surprise. The blonde man doesn't have time to kiss back as much as he'd like but there is a little return before Erich breaks away. ]
[ Although not usually his instinct to tease, Erich does seem to bring that compulsion out in him. He manages to refrain though and stop himself from saying something like how he 'hadn't realized' how much Erichthonius cared for him. He can't deny though it's a bit fun - and funny, upon reflection - to be the one sought after so wholeheartedly instead of him longing for someone else.
If only he realized how often was the case but most weren't bold as Erich was about their interest. ]
There is no apology necessary, [ he finally goes with, reaching out to take the other man's hands in his own if he'll allow it. ] I really, really like you too so I'm glad, honestly, to hear you feel the same.
[ Even that small gesture leaves him feeling paralyzed for just a split second. It feels like electricity traveling up his hands. He can't just sit there, though. No... Dimitri deserves to be shown, too.
He swallows a knot in his throat and turns that hand so his palm smooths along his cheek. He can feel the slight touch of stubble there. His other hand joins, pressing to his face, sliding past into his hair, and pulling him in.
Well. More like pulling himself toward Dimitri. The man is an unmovable object, but that's just fine. Lips meet, and in such cliche, he lets his eyes drift closed to enjoy that soft warmth, not pulling away, but pressing further. ]
Private Message
He smiles as he plays, the camera moving to show his playing, then his love-filled face.
The video is sent with a short message.]
For you, the love of my eternity.
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Still Private
Re: Still Private
Me too.
[ He's so good at this! ]
The Whole Thing Is Just Private
I wish there were something I could do, to show everyone and all my love for you.
But you know, and that is what matters most.
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[ he is so. So. So dumb. ]
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Perhaps just the two of us, and a night full of romantic endeavors.
[Themis loves him just the way he is.]
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Like married?
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ignore me im silly
NEVER I WILL NEVER IGNORE YOU ILU
WOWEEE
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Greetings, Erichthonios,
I hope this message finds you well. If so, I would ask that we speak in person. That is assuming you have the time.
Until then.
Sincerely,
Lahabrea
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Hello,
Yes, you know you are welcome to speak with me any time. I'll come downstairs?
[ What an odd way to summon him, though naturally that's just... Lahabrea. ]
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Very well. Come meet me at my studies then. I will not waste this opportunity with mere preamble.
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[ HELP????????? ]
[ A few minutes later, there is indeed, a knock at the door, and then Erichthonios lets himself in. ]
Lahabrea?
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[When Erichthonios arrives downstairs, he is greeted by his father standing by the window, appearing as formidable as ever. His companion is tucked away in the opposite corner of the room. It has returned to appearing as a single red eye surrounded by red and black feathers. It's a rather unsettling sight, one that Erichthonios might remembere unfondly.
As Lahabrea turns to greet him, the creature watches them intently.]
You certainly took your time.
[Judging from his frown, he's not too impressed. ]
Fortunately, time is not an issue.
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He steps further in and crosses his arms, but does not sit. ]
Well that's. Great.
What did...
[ He really wishes being around his father didn't make him feel like a stumbling, resentful child all over again so much of the time. ]
What did you need?
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I don’t need anything, but we’re going somewhere.
[Terse reply aside, Lahabrea moves away from the window towards the desk where an inconspicuous straw basket lies. It’s a pretty basket, one probably woven by hand, but as for what is inside…that remains a mystery for now. ]
We’re going on a picnic.
[Yes, they are. He had already made their lunches for today’s picnic, so he won’t take “no” for an answer.]
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P...picnic.
[ Excuse his rapid blinking.
What? ]
Okay. Um. Lead the way?
[ WHAT ELSE CAN HE DO? ]
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happy valentine's fray
v-day delivery! (2/14)
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Consider me courted.
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That's a wonderfully pleasant surprise. The blonde man doesn't have time to kiss back as much as he'd like but there is a little return before Erich breaks away. ]
Thank you, for such an enthusiastic response.
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[ He squeezes his eyes shut, almost as though anticipating something bad, or enduring his own embarrassment at such an uncouth confession. ]
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He can't deny though it's a bit fun - and funny, upon reflection - to be the one sought after so wholeheartedly instead of him longing for someone else.
If only he realized how often was the case but most weren't bold as Erich was about their interest. ]
There is no apology necessary, [ he finally goes with, reaching out to take the other man's hands in his own if he'll allow it. ] I really, really like you too so I'm glad, honestly, to hear you feel the same.
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Well. That's really... good.
[ GOD. NAILED IT. ]
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It is, isn't it? [ Don't worry, boo, he's got you. He's also got those hands and will bring one up to his lips to kiss the knuckles of. ]
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He swallows a knot in his throat and turns that hand so his palm smooths along his cheek. He can feel the slight touch of stubble there. His other hand joins, pressing to his face, sliding past into his hair, and pulling him in.
Well. More like pulling himself toward Dimitri. The man is an unmovable object, but that's just fine. Lips meet, and in such cliche, he lets his eyes drift closed to enjoy that soft warmth, not pulling away, but pressing further. ]
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