Dimitri unlatches the gate, then takes Dedue's hand and leads him up to the porch. A pair of basket-woven chairs have been set up by a small table; Dimitri perches in one, and lets Dedue take the other, close enough that Dimitri can keep hold of his hand. (He wants skin contact always forever. He wants to be certain Dedue is real. He wants to never ever ever let go.)
"A few weeks after I arrived here, there was a flood," he begins. "Some magic I don't understand protected the animals and plants, but the island was wholly submerged. We were rescued by a ship called the Stag Beetle -- a wooden sailing ship, nothing like the Serena Eterna, but a barge massive enough to hold a town's worth of people. And the thing was absolutely crawling with bugs."
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Dimitri unlatches the gate, then takes Dedue's hand and leads him up to the porch. A pair of basket-woven chairs have been set up by a small table; Dimitri perches in one, and lets Dedue take the other, close enough that Dimitri can keep hold of his hand. (He wants skin contact always forever. He wants to be certain Dedue is real. He wants to never ever ever let go.)
"A few weeks after I arrived here, there was a flood," he begins. "Some magic I don't understand protected the animals and plants, but the island was wholly submerged. We were rescued by a ship called the Stag Beetle -- a wooden sailing ship, nothing like the Serena Eterna, but a barge massive enough to hold a town's worth of people. And the thing was absolutely crawling with bugs."
He glances at Dedue, pausing before he continues.