[yes, he will figure it out. he has to, so determined is he to be a cut above the rest, to be prepared for anything and everything—and yet he is wholly unprepared for this sylvain-summoned wind? it sends him straightening, instinctively lifting a hand to the back of his collar in an attempt to, like, hold it in place...
...but that bit of a breeze is only akin to the lightest of touches? one that is, stupidly enough, strangely intimate, and thus felix can't help but to scowl. weakly. it's the sort of thing sylvain is always doing to him—the sort of thing only sylvain can do to him—but this sort of teasing gets him every time. he isn't sure why.
(except that maybe, just maybe, he is.)]
Am I supposed to be impressed?
[he could be? like, mildly. felix knows enough about magic to know that little display required some serious control—but that doesn't stop him from swiftly reaching out to catch sylvain's hand before it falls back to his chest. neither of them are wearing gloves, for once; the feeling of callused skin against callused skin is... distracting, for some reason, and yet felix retains enough of himself to summon a chill to his fingertips. nothing dangerous; nothing to actually freeze, but his fingers are cold enough against sylvain's to hint that they could be even colder. see! he's been practicing, too.]
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...but that bit of a breeze is only akin to the lightest of touches? one that is, stupidly enough, strangely intimate, and thus felix can't help but to scowl. weakly. it's the sort of thing sylvain is always doing to him—the sort of thing only sylvain can do to him—but this sort of teasing gets him every time. he isn't sure why.
(except that maybe, just maybe, he is.)]
Am I supposed to be impressed?
[he could be? like, mildly. felix knows enough about magic to know that little display required some serious control—but that doesn't stop him from swiftly reaching out to catch sylvain's hand before it falls back to his chest. neither of them are wearing gloves, for once; the feeling of callused skin against callused skin is... distracting, for some reason, and yet felix retains enough of himself to summon a chill to his fingertips. nothing dangerous; nothing to actually freeze, but his fingers are cold enough against sylvain's to hint that they could be even colder. see! he's been practicing, too.]