If we go the way everyone else is planning, we won't make it to Goldenrod in time for the holiday.
[It's another excuse. He could scour Violet until he found something suitable. He'd done it for his own coat, surely the same could be said for Cassandra. She wouldn't even want something as extravagant as Sylvain had.
So why not go back? Even as he glances in the vague direction of Violet, his stomach twists into knots. He glances back toward Felix, and the knots tighten all the more.
Stupid Claude. He hates that the idea is in his head. And he hates himself for thinking of Felix in this way, of imagining and re-imagining that moment in his doorway. Or every moment that they'd shared in the woods.]
Hey, Felix? [He doesn't realize that he's speaking until the words are tumbling out. Claude was going to kill him for this.] Don't you think that you deserve better than me?
no subject
[It's another excuse. He could scour Violet until he found something suitable. He'd done it for his own coat, surely the same could be said for Cassandra. She wouldn't even want something as extravagant as Sylvain had.
So why not go back? Even as he glances in the vague direction of Violet, his stomach twists into knots. He glances back toward Felix, and the knots tighten all the more.
Stupid Claude. He hates that the idea is in his head. And he hates himself for thinking of Felix in this way, of imagining and re-imagining that moment in his doorway. Or every moment that they'd shared in the woods.]
Hey, Felix? [He doesn't realize that he's speaking until the words are tumbling out. Claude was going to kill him for this.] Don't you think that you deserve better than me?