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A teakettle was perched on the side table where they would sit together in the mornings, with the scent of spices and warmed honey.
There was a notebook with Seteth's handwriting, noting the passing school year.
And there were empty mugs, cloaks strewn over chairs, weapons gingerly set on weapon mounts, collecting dust after the long war.
Their home together was quiet.
They lounged for a change, absorbing the warmth of the morning, gentle contact being the mode of the morning. Seteth lay on his back across the divan, with byleth exhibiting her best impression of a cat by being entirely curled up on top of him. It was a rare sight, but Seteth's hair was pulled back, showing his prettily pointed ears. On occasion, byleth had to laugh a little over how he reminded her of the folktales of elves, or little goblin monsters she'd heard of as a child. He cut such a dignified figure most days, so it was fun to imagine how he'd fare as an actor in a theatre, pretending to be a fae of some type.
He seemed to sense her smile as he traced circles over her back.
"I want this forever."
"Hmm?"
"I want you forever."
To which her only reply is burying her face into his neck and-giggling of all things.
"Ma'am, you do comprehend that I will need to move eventually?"
"We have forever Cichol. I get to annoy you forever."
"Perfect."
"You want that?"
"Yes."
"Excellent. How fortuitous. Very lucky timing." in her best impression of his voice.
"You make me sound like a sock puppet"
"Because you'd be the best sock puppet. Stuffy and ominous."
"...Perfect"