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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]

It's not locked.

[Felix is sitting on the bed wearing only his black pajama pants with his hair loose, idly petting the Litleo in his lap and ignoring the Perrserker chewing absently on a strand of his hair. He's got his Gear in hand, watching something, while the two Eevees wrestle each other at the foot of the bed while Pinelli the Flareon watches them from the floor, half-asleep.]

[nastyboy]

[Well, all right then. Dimitri lets himself in, and... something about seeing Felix just sitting there, relaxed and at ease and his hair falling about his shoulders like a cascade of deep ocean blue is...]

[Dimitri already had plans, coming here. Those plans haven't exactly changed. It's just... He stops thinking of them explicitly as plans, his body moving forward until he's standing right there before Felix. His hand reaches out, delving into that beautiful hair until it's sliding over his fingers.]

Oh... You are too beautiful for words, Lushka.

[And he bends down, and softly presses his lips against Felix's - a fleeting but adoring kiss.]

[bestswordmaster]

[Felix blinks up at him with slightly widened eyes that only get wider when Dimitri speaks. His heart jumps up into his throat and he tries to swallow. Hearing that name again after so long is like plunging underwater, slowing time itself down. Not to mention--

But then even the thought that Dimitri just called him beautiful flies out of his head, along with everything else.

He looks like a deer in headlights by the time Dimitri pulls back. He's pretty sure he's not breathing.]

Wh. Um. Hm?

[nastyboy]

[Oh, oh, oh. Seeing Felix so caught off guard, breathless and pink and vulnerable-]

[Something almost in his stomach makes him want to lean in again, steal another kiss, but - no, that wouldn't be fair. Still, he cheats, just a little, by leaning in again and pressing a kiss to Felix's brow.]

That is all, my dawn-eyed Lushka. I will leave you to what you were doing.

[Dimitri can't stop smiling, bespotted.]

[bestswordmaster]

Wh--hey, wait a minute--

[Felix drops the Gear and moves to get up, prompting all the Pokemon to vacate the bed as he stands and reaches out to grab Dimitri's arm.]

You can't...do that and then just leave.

[nastyboy]

[It only takes Felix's touch to make Dimitri stop completely, and he blinks, almost as if surprised by the reaction. Then his smile is back in place, adoring as usual.]

You want me to stay?

[bestswordmaster]

Of course I do. You just...that was...

[He clears his throat, trying to pull himself together. Why does this seem like such a big deal?]

What brought that on all of a sudden?

[nastyboy]

Well....

[Dimitri turns red himself, and glances down.]

You know I have been - tentative, about showing too much affection. To all of you.

[bestswordmaster]

You have. I assumed it was because you thought you weren't 'supposed' to, whatever that means.

[He still hasn't let go of Dimitri's arm, but the touch is light, his hand simply resting there.]

[nastyboy]

I just - I did not want to ruin things.

[Which perhaps makes sense only to him. Yet it had felt if he went to fast, into something that already felt like so much, then...]

[Just like touching something, knowing the slightest twitch of his hands could make it fall apart.]

[Dimitri swallows, leaning subconsciously into Felix's touch.]

But... Sylvain and I - kissed, tonight. It felt right to do so. And I began to realize that I...

[Well, now he's just embarrassed. Dimitri ducks his head.]

...I wanted to share that feeling with you. Because I- love you too much to hold back.

Am I making sense? [He often feels he isn't.]

[bestswordmaster]

[Dimitri probably doesn't have any idea just how much 'I did not want to ruin things' makes plenty of sense to Felix. If it didn't, he wouldn't have spent a decade denying his feelings for Sylvain to himself. It seems so easy to ruin everything, sometimes. Like he thought he'd ruined his relationship with Dimitri.

He can't help a wry twitch of his lips and one eyebrow, hearing that. Of course Sylvain was the first one to get Dimitri to kiss him. If there'd been a wager, Felix would definitely have won.

The rest makes a funny fluttering rattle around in his chest, even though they're already together and Felix feels like an idiot for something as small as this to make him vaguely giddy.]

You are. I'm...thank you, Mitya.

[He lifts his hands to take Dimitri's face lightly between his palms and--oh, Flames. Embarrassing as it is, he rises up onto his toes and tugs just the slightest bit to prompt Dimitri to lean down to meet him so he can kiss him again--this time intentionally and knowing what's happening. He keeps it light enough, not wanting to push too much too fast, but it is just a little firmer than the first. He looks up into Dimitri's eye for a moment, but then he's grumbling.]

Ugh, you're too tall, this is worse than kissing Sylvain.

[A pause, and he glances elsewhere.]

Did you...mean what you said? When you came in?

[nastyboy]

Mmr?

[Yeah - that's the best he's got. What else is he supposed to do? Feeling Felix's calloused palms warm themselves along his cheeks, followed by the soft heat of his lips... Dimitri hadn't worked himself up for that.]

[All he can do is stare, barely even realizing a question was asked.]

[bestswordmaster]

[Felix smiles, only a little smug. This hadn't been his intention, but it's not unwelcome.]

Now we're even.

[The smile fades in a moment, though, and his eyes drift again.]

When you first came in. You said--

[He shakes his head.]

Never mind. It was a stupid question.

[nastyboy]

[That's enough to snap Dimitri out of it, and he raises a hand, gently laying it over the one Felix has against his arm.]

You always dismiss your concerns like that, Felix. You do not have to.

[Still, when he first came in...] That you're beautiful?

[bestswordmaster]

Yes. That.

[His face reddens and he fights the urge to fold his arms--made easier by Dimitri's touch on his hand. Sylvain said the same thing, but...Felix didn't even think Dimitri was attracted to him at all, considering that he's never once hinted as much. Maybe he means beautiful like the way a painting is beautiful, or a sunrise. Pretty to look at. Even Dorothea used to call him pretty, although he'd assumed at the time that she was just saying it to massage his ego.]

[nastyboy]

[That's... honestly almost confusing, and Dimitri tilts his head to the side slightly.]

Is there anyone in the world who does not think you stunning, Felix?

[They're called lesbians, Dimitri]

[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.]