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	» Age: 23 » Species: Human » A5 Card: Open » Seeking: Nothing. Leave me alone. » Preferences: I prefer that you stop contacting me. » Interests: Swords. » Bio: Why is this even here? If you don't know who I am already, don't send me any messages.
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	Felix Hugo Fraldarius

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[crestlaiden]

Sylvain's expression darkens further and his brows knit.

"Sure, but I don't want to kill our old classmates, our friends, or potentially die myself or see my friends die because I've made a mistake, or get married to some noble woman my father chooses because it benefits him politically or be offered up to strangers because of my crest and the heirs I can provide.

You know what isn't so bad? Sometimes having to hook up with people here and otherwise get to spend time with you and our friends and do what I want," He snaps.

"Literally being what? Forced to sleep with someone? So what? What do you think will happen when your future wife is picked out for you? At least that part can feel good and be enjoyable if you just don't think about it too much."

[bestswordmaster]

So what? Felix is glad he turned away, because that makes him flinch. Well, why would Sylvain care? He's always used intimacy as a means to an end anyway. If he knew that Felix had never done it at all before he came here, he would probably call him naive. Even now, Sylvain probably finds him hilariously ignorant, at best. Weak and fragile, more likely.

Felix's cheeks remain hot with humiliation. Was he supposed to like being forced into it? Is that what Sylvain would rather have happened?

"What, like you? You have so little respect for yourself that you don't care what happens to you. Don't think about it too much? You don't think about anything. No wonder it didn't even occur to you to consider how I might feel about what you were doing with Byleth. I doubt I even crossed your mind at all."

He stands up, keeping his back to Sylvain. He forces his tone to be harsher than he wants it to be just so he can be sure his voice won't shake. Sylvain already thinks he's pathetic; no need to reinforce it. "You know what? Fine. If that's how you feel about it, then do whatever you want. Sleep with whoever you want. If you don't care, if you don't want to think about it too much, then neither do I."

He starts walking away.

[crestlaiden]

Head tilting slightly, he pushes his lips into a thin line as Felix basically just states the obvious.

Felix stands up, so he does too.

"Felix. Stop. That's not what I was saying. I meant just don't think about who you're with if it bothers you that much. Felix!" He half growls, taking a step after him to snag his wrist and keep him from walking away, "Don't run away. We're talking."

Grabbing his shoulder with his other hand, he tries to get a good enough grip to turn him around, planning on trying to pin him against the wall. It's a bit of an escalation but it's better than letting Felix continue to try to get away.

"I don't know what else you expect me to say! Apparently you don't mind that shit back home and you're being dismissive about it and saying you want to go back, which is fucking mindblowing to me. So, why are you acting like it's so crazy that I'm saying the opposite?"

[bestswordmaster]

The second Felix feels Sylvain's hand close around his wrist, he stiffens and tries to pull away. "I thought you were hungry," he snaps, acidic.

He thinks that will be the end of it, but he should have known better - Sylvain has very rarely just let him fuck off from a conversation, although usually he just follows along and natters at him until he can't ignore it anymore.

So Felix is caught off-guard by the rest. By the time his back hits the wall and Sylvain's looking down at him, his eyes are wide with shock. He and Sylvain have sparred enough, horsed around enough, that he knows for a fact he could get past him if he really wanted to and was willing to get a little scrappy - and that's before taking into account the fact that he could also just...turn into a wolf.

He snarls up at Sylvain, which is more reminiscent of a wolf's snarl than it used to be, but he doesn't transform. Not yet, anyway. He does shove at Sylvain with both hands in an attempt to push him off without having to actually fight.

"Get off me. I'm not you. I can't just not think about who I'm with. And I never said I didn't mind any of that. Obviously, I mind! I have a Major Crest, Sylvain, people have been trying to arrange marriages with me for just as long, if not longer. And you know I want the war to end. I don't want you to keep riding into battle like you don't care whether you live or die. I don't want anyone else to sacrifice themselves for Dimitri and his damn throne like my father did."

Felix takes a breath. He hasn't really thought much about Rodrigue since that nightmare with Byleth; Sylvain's right about one thing, this place is a distraction from reality. But no distraction can change what's happened; whether they're here or at home, his father is gone and there will never be a chance to fix what was broken for so long.

That much was hard enough to say out loud; the rest feels impossible. His gaze drops down and off to the side, away from Sylvain. "But until you got here, this wasn't any better. Not for me."

His face screws up in some mix of anger and defeat, as he changes what he was going to say. Safer this way, and it's not like this isn't also true.

"And now that you are here, you could disappear again without warning at any time. It's happened to others. It's happened to me twice before, according to Dimitri. We could lose this in an instant and we have no control over that. And there's evidence that when people vanish, they don't go home. At least if we returned to Fodlan, we'd be sure we could keep that promise we made."

[crestlaiden]

"I suddenly lost my appetite," He grumbles in return, brows knit as he lets Felix's wrist go. He may not have his hands on Felix any longer but he hasn't stepped aside, keeping him half blocked in. The shove from Felix feels more like a need to retaliate than an actual attempt to get away. The push barely moves him, mostly just earning Felix a glare.

"But I am here now. And you want to leave," Sylvain just shakes his head as Felix continues and it's hard to know whether or not he's really hearing any of it as he hugs his arms around his chest and steps back.

"Being worried that one of us will disappear is pretty different from actively trying to leave, Fe," He accuses, eyes starting to get a little glassy. He felt just as drained. He couldn't think anymore and he was on the verge of feeling nothing, just numb.

He shakes his head when Felix mentions still having this when or if they went back to Fodlan, "I don't think it works that way, Fe. That's why I don't want to go. At least if we're here..."

He raises a shoulder faintly in a weak shrug, jaw clenching as he fought back the prickling of tears in his eyes, his throat feeling tight as he forced an empty smile.

[bestswordmaster]

"I do want to leave, but I don't want to leave without you, you fool!" It's annoyed, exasperated, but mostly it's disbelieving. Why would Felix ever want that? The first few months he was here on the island were the first time in his life that he couldn't talk to Sylvain at all, not even in letters. The first time he existed in a world that didn't have Sylvain in it. He was miserable. That was the whole reason for their promise in the first place.

He folds his arms and drops his gaze. Quieter, then, "I wouldn't try to leave unless I knew you were coming with me. So if you want to stay, then we'll stay. And if you vanish...I won't try to leave until I know you've made it home."

[crestlaiden]

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