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#ddedue my fucking deduwus!!!!!!
princessmacedon · 3 years
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"Maria. I have a gift for you." Dedue catches her walking the monastery's grounds, and presents her with a bouquet filled with bright red flowers. Perhaps by luck, or perhaps by more, they were the same shade as her hair. "I have been growing some of these in the greenhouse. They are... important to me." The corners of his mouth lift, if only slightly. "Enjoy your birthday."
The bouquet is not the first she has received this day, but one would not be able to tell from the smile it springs to her face; she treasures this gift just as much as she treasures the first, each and every bloom proof that someone had remembered her this day and wanted her to smile. 
Maria looks up at him, all sunlit crimson and earnest eyes. “Important?”
The word lends new weight to his gift, even with the sincerity with which Maria receives every one. A gentle hand caresses the petals of one flower; they are beautiful and soft, and she thinks that if they are important to him... then she is lucky to be given something that means so much. They are not unlike the subtle shift in his expression: small, and yet significant.
“Thank you, Dedue,” she replies, and holds the flowers close to her chest (crimson, like the family she’ll bring back together one day; crimson, like a wish of his she does not know, but makes with him nonetheless). “I’ll take good care of them, I promise.”
She smiles back at him. The bouquet is not the first she has received... but it is the one that makes her think she should buy a book and press the flowers between their pages. 
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