[...what? What is that supposed to mean? Felix stiffens in Sylvain's grasp, pulling back as far as he can without actually breaking the embrace.]
What the hell are you talking about, Sylvain? You wouldn't mind losing me if--what? If he were here instead? Then it would be just fine with you if I left?
[An invisible hand reaches into his chest and grasps his heart, slowly crushing it. Vividly, he remembers watching Sylvain gently caress their prince's face, touch him like--like a lover would. And...and he remembers the way Dimitri looked at him, at Felix, when he opened his gift, and when he pulled Felix up out of the snow and wrapped him in his strong arms--
And he suddenly feels sick, and much too hot. He should have known. There was no way Sylvain meant all those ridiculous things he said in the forest. No way, after all this time, that Sylvain would suddenly decide he was...interested in Felix. Why would he, when Dimitri is right there and finally coming into his own? How could Sylvain not love him?
Felix tries to pull away fully now, turning his back to Sylvain to sit at the edge of the bed and huddle into himself if Sylvain will let him go. No wonder he didn't want to...go any further together. Felix really was the bigger fool, all along. He sneers.]
So what was all this, then? Just some kind of...practice run? A stepping stone to what you really wanted? Settling for your best friend until you could convince Dimitri to take my place?
[...but he won't cry. He won't. He won't. Please, Goddess, let him hold onto that much control.]
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Date: 2021-01-02 05:23 pm (UTC)What the hell are you talking about, Sylvain? You wouldn't mind losing me if--what? If he were here instead? Then it would be just fine with you if I left?
[An invisible hand reaches into his chest and grasps his heart, slowly crushing it. Vividly, he remembers watching Sylvain gently caress their prince's face, touch him like--like a lover would. And...and he remembers the way Dimitri looked at him, at Felix, when he opened his gift, and when he pulled Felix up out of the snow and wrapped him in his strong arms--
And he suddenly feels sick, and much too hot. He should have known. There was no way Sylvain meant all those ridiculous things he said in the forest. No way, after all this time, that Sylvain would suddenly decide he was...interested in Felix. Why would he, when Dimitri is right there and finally coming into his own? How could Sylvain not love him?
Felix tries to pull away fully now, turning his back to Sylvain to sit at the edge of the bed and huddle into himself if Sylvain will let him go. No wonder he didn't want to...go any further together. Felix really was the bigger fool, all along. He sneers.]
So what was all this, then? Just some kind of...practice run? A stepping stone to what you really wanted? Settling for your best friend until you could convince Dimitri to take my place?
[...but he won't cry. He won't. He won't. Please, Goddess, let him hold onto that much control.]