#i will die on the ' sumayl grows flowers ' hill :)

[deathbled]

@lunaetis​    /    sumayl

❛    look around how lucky we are to be alive right now    ❜

there’s a heavy silence in the air, though whether it was of own incapability in not making things awkward or because of ... previous statements,   he wasn’t able to decipher. a heartbeat goes by, then another & then another but he doesn’t double back, doesn’t scramble to take back words spoken so sincerely. i grew these for you.  it’s an odd statement, less a grand gesture than he’d like it to be. but it’s all he can offer. he wasn’t a noble, wasn’t a rich man. truth be told, sometimes he’d felt like little more than a simple fool following orders,   and perhaps there wasn’t much more to him; he wouldn’t mind. not if the people he followed were the ones he’d gladly give his life for. so instead he turns towards the little garden filled with flowers of all kinds; it had taken over a year to grow them, a task he’d been ready to give up on given the war raging. and yet he’s managed, burying his nose in old books about flowers& how to grow them just to know how to properly care for them

❛   i ... apologize for burdening you with my emotions.   ❜     he finally does say,  voice quiet, sheepish. there’s an uncertainty evident in even his movements, from the little fidgets of his fingers to the soft frown adorning scarred features. & yet he doesn’t have it in him to feel the entire extent of his words;      guilt has long since  been a companion   he’d grown accustomed to,   so to not feel it’s weight ‘pon his  shoulders increase was ... a relief, surprisingly enough. at least it meant everything he did came from the depths of his heart. ❛   but i would despise myself if i were to remain silent forever.   ❜  despite the heaviness of his words there’s a fondness in his tone that manages to break  through somber expression  with a tender smile. ❛   i hope you can forgive my selfishness.   ❜       he finishes, patiently waiting for  any sort of response. there is little he expects, only to finally get out what has been plaguing his mind for a good while now, so when he finds himself absent-mindedly plucking one of his rarest plants from it’s stem to gently place it behind byleths hair he surprises himself to the point of a soft exclamation, and yet finds himself unable to stop his hand from lingering close to her for just a bit longer.    ❛   it suits you.   ❜