[ it’s like being back at the monastery again. they’ve always had their own rooms but felix and sylvain had always been inseparable—he can’t count all the times they’ve barged into each other’s rooms or stayed the night, but the point is, it’s just natural? the privelege of being best friends. which is why when sylvain hears the door opening he doesn’t even bother to look up, he already knows it’s felix, despite being as lost in thought as he is.

it’s not the first time felix has caught him like this either, and for once, he isn’t particularly brooding. thoughtful, yes, which isn’t always a good sign, but he’s been to the library and there’s a stack of books already accumulating next to the couch; sylvain has looked into the history of this world and their visions, and the significance and meaning of his own is not lost on him. freedom, a gentler future—things that he’d always wanted for himself and everyone else around him, things that he had fought for the past five years. all of that, condensed into one little orb. ]

If you must know, I was practicing with it earlier. [ he sighs, lips tugging up into a lazy grin as he slides his arm behind his head and lounges against the couch. the perfect picture of a lazy sunday evening. ] Wind magic wasn’t exactly my forte.

[ funny how that works. but while felix examines his vision, sylvain reaches up to pluck felix’s from his belt, letting it roll along his palm and fingers. ]

What about you? I remember you were handy with Thoron, but ice is a different beast entirely.