[sure, they have apartments of their own—but they may as well be sharing one, for as much time as they spend together. they come and go as they please; they slip into one another's space while thinking little of it, because that's best friendship, baybee—and thus felix slips into sylvain's space now? without even bothering to knock, because really, this world is preternaturally calm; it's not like he's bound to interrupt anything important...
...except that he does. kind of. oh, sure, sylvain is stretched out on the couch as opposed to doing anything felix would consider productive, but as felix quietly closes the door, felix silently watches him all the same? notes the thoughtful expression on his face as he holds his vision above him, letting it catch the light streaming through the open window. hmm. a sylvain lost in his own thoughts is a dangerous sylvain, indeed—and so it's only natural for felix to close the distance between them, just to unceremoniously pluck that vision from sylvain's fingers. good afternoon, loser. if you were thinking anything even remotely sad, that time has passed, because hey—]
Instead of staring at it, you should be learning to use it.
[just a suggestion! one his tone suggests is not that serious, especially as he holds the vision up to the light himself. it's so different from, yet so similar to, the one hanging from his belt... hmm...]
we take it and make it gay: the thread
...except that he does. kind of. oh, sure, sylvain is stretched out on the couch as opposed to doing anything felix would consider productive, but as felix quietly closes the door, felix silently watches him all the same? notes the thoughtful expression on his face as he holds his vision above him, letting it catch the light streaming through the open window. hmm. a sylvain lost in his own thoughts is a dangerous sylvain, indeed—and so it's only natural for felix to close the distance between them, just to unceremoniously pluck that vision from sylvain's fingers. good afternoon, loser. if you were thinking anything even remotely sad, that time has passed, because hey—]
Instead of staring at it, you should be learning to use it.
[just a suggestion! one his tone suggests is not that serious, especially as he holds the vision up to the light himself. it's so different from, yet so similar to, the one hanging from his belt... hmm...]