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But he knows how Felix looks when he is trying to hide how much he cares about his friends,
he knows how much he loves his people and what he will sacrifice for them, and he knows
how strong he is, especially when he allows himself to be weak.
Their childhood is over. It has been for a long time and there are a thousand things neither
of them are ever getting back. For once, that thought doesn’t fill him with despair. The little
smile on Felix’s face tells him that they have time to discover a thousand and one more things
that will make life worth living.
There is peace, hard-fought and well-earned, and they deserve to be happy. They aren’t alright,
not yet, but they will be.
An hour from now they will sneak away into the forest until they find one of the trees that
still bears their initials. He will push Felix against it and kiss him until neither of them knows
where one begins and the other ends, eagerly exploring this wonderful new dimension between
the two of them. Dedue will smile at him when they return, but contrary to Sylvain’s, it
will be filled with nothing but pride.
moves ever forward.
A millennium from now they will be reborn, and the cycle will start anew.
But right now Dimitri doesn’t know that. He does know that for once he feels like he is at the
apex of the world, and he is not alone. In this moment they’re young, the stars above them are
bright and the soft spring breeze is nothing but a promise of all the beauty they have yet to
experience. They’ll fight and disagree, but they’ll always find their way back to each other.
His father was right, Dimitri thinks as he dares to press a soft kiss into Felix’s hair. Fraldarius
is beautiful in spring, but for the first time in many years, Dimitri is looking forward to
summer too.
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Writer - Emma / @Ingrimasname (Tumblr)
Artist - Mikan / @yadntve
A week from now when their boat is set to leave for Deirdru, Felix won’t be waving them
goodbye on the shores of Fraldarius, he will be standing right beside him. Dimitri will hold
his hair when the seasickness becomes too much, and he will lose hopelessly when the five of
them play cards later that night on the deck. It won’t be like old times exactly, but in between
Dedue’s additional company and Sylvain’s seemingly never-ending liquor stash, that is not
necessarily a bad thing. Especially not when Felix’s hand finds its way into his own under their
shared blanket.
A month from now their tour will take them to the monastery, where the Professor will welcome
them all fondly and tell them how very proud she is of them. Which in turn will compel
Felix challenge her to a duel on the spot out of sheer embarrassment. He will sit with her one
night and admit that yes, at long last, he thinks he feels happy.
A year from now, Ingrid will propose to Sylvain, and Felix and Dimitri will act as their best
men at their wedding. Felix will deem his affairs in Fraldarius properly managed to accept the
position as Dimitri’s right-hand man. Commoners and nobles alike will come to fear both
the blade and the sharp tongue of the King’s Right Hand, but they will also come to respect
the man who wields them. Only Dimitri will find out that Felix is more honest in the dark
when their bodies move as one to the beat of an ancient drum.
A decade from now Dimitri will wake up one morning and realize that the voices are quiet.
His lover will finally accept his proposal and blush brightly as they are married under the same
roof he once helped fix. Dedue will name his firstborn after him, and call him uncle Dimitri
henceforth. It will be his most precious title of them all.
A century from now they will be remembered not as an echo of their ancestors, but as the
men who led Fodlan into a new Golden Age. They will be buried side by side, surrounded in
death at last by friends and family, visited every now and then by their old Professor as time