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crestlaiden ([personal profile] crestlaiden) wrote2021-09-30 09:41 pm

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[personal profile] bestswordmaster 2022-01-24 07:50 am (UTC)(link)
Felix looks up again, exasperated but no longer angry. "Oh, please. You're not 'holding me hostage.' My decisions are my own. Given the choice, I would rather be here with you than anywhere else without you. And I don't want you to have to return to your father's house any more than you do. I want you with me."

Which...may, perhaps, give Sylvain an inkling of what Felix has long wished would happen back in Fodlan, since it's the only way those two desires make sense together.

"Maybe it won't be my choice who goes and who stays, but in that case, what either of us wants doesn't matter anyway."

He nods. "You're right. It doesn't. Who knows - I'm not usually one to change my mind, but if someday we do have that choice, perhaps things will have changed by then."

Because in truth, if it weren't for the Augur's constant meddling and taking away their autonomy - if they weren't treated like recalcitrant prisoners and forced to do things they otherwise never would - Felix really wouldn't have any reason to leave.
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[personal profile] bestswordmaster 2022-01-25 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
...hmph. Maybe.

[Felix has to admit that there's something weirdly appealing about having Sylvain's hands on him with the stockings on. Why, he has no idea.

He makes a faint noise at the back of his throat at the warm wetness along his neck and - perhaps strangely - doesn't protest when Sylvain scoops him up to carry him. Normally he'd put up at least some token resistance, just to say he did. This time, he just wraps his arms around Sylvain's neck and busies himself with nipping at his earlobe until he's dropped onto the mattress.

Once there, though, he pushes himself back up to his elbows and glares at Sylvain in challenge. He hates being a passive participant. Still, those lips feel good on his leg against the smoothness of the stockings, and his head tips back with a quiet hum as Sylvain touches him under the skirt.]


Why am I a cat maid?