[Closed] April Catchall

[finesseblade]

Who: Felix + Various
When: Throughout April
Where: Throughout Aefenglom, and a little Dorchacht too
What: Quests, Events, and Shenanigans!
Warnings: Maybe a little blood, a little body horror, all kinds of fun stuff

If you'd like to plot something for this month please pm me or contact me at ruddyowls

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[finesseblade]

[ Rare for Sylvain to be at a loss for words, but Felix... almost prefers it that way, right now. There's nothing to be said here that would really soothe the way this moment hurts: an old ache, sealed over by scar tissue, still present but beyond the reach of any healer's hands.

He stiffens for a moment under the weight of Sylvain's arm, but only for a moment. The seconds tick by, and eventually he relaxes, slumping wearily against Sylvain's shoulder. ]

...I'm sorry you had to see this. It wasn't your burden to bear.

[ As though they haven't both seen too much of each other already. ]

[crestfallenfor]

[The silence hangs heavy over them, but in some ways that's... fine. It's like a blanket, stifling and suffocating, maybe, but feeling Felix relax against him is like sticking an arm or a foot out on a chill winter's morning - cold, refreshing, a reminder of life, almost, amidst all the weariness.

It's a twisted metaphor, but... he can't manage much better, at the moment, with the tug to comfort the Felix of the past married to the fact that that's impossible, that he has the Felix of the present here, instead.

At least he's here.]

It's... alright. I had a feeling it went like this, for you.

[Goddess knows the next time they'd all seen each other had been tense, even for children. Emotions were high. Dimitri was missing. Glenn was gone. Felix and Ingrid were grieving fiercely and Sylvain was faced with the reality that he had to look out for the four of them, now.

He hopes he's done a good job.

He holds him a little tighter.

The surroundings shift, subtly, from the Fraldarius estate halls to what begins to resemble the Gautier's, and Sylvain has a sinking suspicion about what the mirror is going to show them next.]

[finesseblade]

[ Call it a sixth sense, call it animal instinct: Felix knows something's wrong well before the haze of color moving around them resolves itself into the familiar backdrop of the Gautier estate. He's seen one of these dreams once already. Once was enough to make him hate this place.

Unbidden, a growl rises from deep in the back of his throat, and he steps away from Sylvain, eyes darting suspiciously about the corridor. Looking for a threat. Looking for something he can fight. ]

I'm here.

[ A hand settles on Sylvain's arm and stays there, a tether between them. At least this time, they're together. The Sylvain with him in the present doesn't have to do this alone. ]

...Careful. I don't know the way out anymore.