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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]

[What? Dimitri can't possibly be serious. Sure, he tried to convince Felix before that people at the academy thought he was handsome, and that he was popular of all things, but...this is a farfetched extreme.]

I...quit teasing me.

[nastyboy]

Felix, I am not teasing.

[There's an active frown on his face now. Does Felix really think he would do something like that? Tease him, after they've just had their very first kiss together? He leans forward, sweeping his fingers over Felix's hair.]

Do you think your eyes are not beautiful? That warm amber color that has always cut through the cold of Faerghus? When I see your hair, a black so deep that it turns blue - when I can put my fingers along it, when it is loose like this, I feel I must be touching the ocean.

[His fingers brush along Felix's hair again, but this time, they follow the curve down to Felix's jaw.]

The hard earned callouses of your hands, your sharp features as you cut your way through the world... And that is before we talk of your personality. The warmth and kindness I know is there, behind all of your thorns.

You are incredible, Felix, and it is incomprehensible to me that anyone could think otherwise.

[bestswordmaster]

[Dimitri has touched Felix before. They've hugged, wrestled in the snow, held hands, brushed shoulders. But Dimitri has never touched Felix like this before. He doesn't dare to move, staring not in disbelief, but in amazement.]

You...you've always been like this. I've never seen the world like you do. You'd probably look at a bleak, barren landscape and call it 'enchanting.'

[Then that smug little smile returns.]

If you insist that I'm that impressive, I expect to be kissed more often. And don't think you're any less impressive, either. I won't stand for it.

[nastyboy]

Sometimes it's what that sort of thing means...

[But then Felix is smirking again, eyes bright, and oh. Dimitri goes red and awkward.]

I - how will you not stand for it?

[bestswordmaster]

Kiss you as much as possible until you believe me, obviously. Except next time you have to sit down. I'm not going to crane my neck every time.

[He glances over briefly at the bed almost involuntarily. It is a place to sit, and it is right there.]

[nastyboy]

[Dimitri's entire face is red, and he struggles to get a hold of himself.]

I - have to go. I have to. kiss the others.

[And he suspects that if he sits down, he'll end up doing nothing but kiss Felix for the rest of the night.]

[bestswordmaster]

Hm. [He takes a step back and rests one hand on his hip; his smile fades from his face but not from his eyes.] Making the rounds, I see. Very well. Next time, that excuse won't work.

[nastyboy]

[Dimitri has a feeling he's not going to return to a non-pink state for the rest of the night.]

It's not an excuse-

[Shoulders hunched, he turns to leave -

[ - only to turn back and dart in for another kiss, leaning down so that it's not too hard on Felix's neck, before he does an abrupt about face to make his escape again.]