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[bestswordmaster]

Sylvain said I needed to record something to tell you to leave a message, even though if you're bothering to message me in the first place you already know what you're supposed to do, so this is pointless. So...leave a message, I guess. Maybe I'll get back to you. Maybe I won't.

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[bestswordmaster]

[The reassurance helps more than Felix expected it to, and he closes his eyes.]

I'm...happy, too. With you.

[And he keeps his eyes closed as Sylvain goes on, because he doesn't quite trust that they wouldn't be shimmering just a little if he opened them. Dammit, he hasn't done this in years, what is Sylvain doing to him? He flushes a little.]

All right. We'll wait. ...thank you.

[gautsome]

Of course, Felix. I... really would do just about anything for you.

[He rests his hands on Felix's cheeks, thumbing at the skin above the bone carefully. One hand eventually trails back into his hair, smoothing it over where he can and playing with whatever loose ends he could get at.

Would he mourn the loss, if Dimitri said he wasn't interested? Absolutely. But Sylvain was perfectly happy with this. He wasn't joking, wasn't lying when he said he loved Felix, would die by his side. That would never change.]

Can I ask one more question? And you have to promise not to laugh or get upset.

[bestswordmaster]

[Just the slightest bit of wetness comes away on Sylvain's thumbs, even with Felix's eyes still closed. Can Sylvain really love him that much? And if so, how foolish Felix has been, doubting him.]

Just...make sure that doesn't include dying for me.

[He finally opens his eyes, blessedly dry once more, just in time to give Sylvain a bit of a suspicious look.]

All right. What is it?

[gautsome]

Mm. Promise. Only living for you.

[Sylvain doesn't commend on the wetness. He does, however, crane his head so that his lips press to a wet cheek. It's soft, gentle, and Sylvain is doing his damndest to put every ounce of love and affection into it.]

Just... Look. We're dating right? You're my... boyfriend? We're official and all? [His following laugh sounds a little breathless.] I didn't want to put a label on it because I didn't want to make you nervous, but now I'm thinking that's the wrong way to go. And everyone else calls you my boyfriend so.

That's what we are, right? And I'm just being your fool again?

[bestswordmaster]

[Flames, if Sylvain gets any softer, Felix thinks he might just die. He's so used to bottling up his emotions and shoving them back behind walls that having Sylvain smash those walls down like this is overwhelming. He's got to pull it together.

It gets easier once Sylvain asks his question. Felix did promise not to laugh, but he didn't promise not to smile in relieved amusement.]

Yes, Sylvain. We're...official. And you are my fool, but obviously I'm yours as well.

[gautsome]

Okay. Your fool. Foolish fools together. Got it.

[Since he's still hovering in Felix's face, this seems like the opportune time to steal a kiss. It's... pretty timid, actually -- soft and fleeting. When he pulls back, though, he's wearing a sweet smile. Most of all, he seems relieved.]

You're perfect, Felix. Just like this.

[bestswordmaster]

[Felix returns the kiss in kind, even if he does wish it had lasted longer. He's...better at expressing himself with actions than words, and he's swiftly approaching the threshold of too many words.

...and then Sylvain pushes him right over that threshold with this...this obviously untrue statement that nonetheless he must believe, if he's saying it. Especially saying it like that. It takes a few seconds for Felix to find his voice; when he does, it's soft despite the words.]

Shut up. You can't just say things like that. No more talking. Kiss me instead.

[gautsome]

[Sylvain laughs, soft though it sounds. His thumb sweeps over Felix's cheek once more, not quite moving in for the kiss. He spends some time studying the man. His best friend. His boyfriend. A crooked smile lingers on Sylvain's face, complemented delightfully by the flush of his cheeks.]

Okay, okay. [He closes the distance between them once more, mouth gentle against Felix's. He pours every ounce of adoration into the kiss, hoping that Felix understands that he's not just saying it. He loves Felix, and he does think he's perfect.]