[i can think of a few ways you could keep me up with, sylvain says, as easily as anything, and felix feels his traitorous heart all flip in his chest. it's not that sylvain... well, of course he's felix's best friend? of course he is. felix has been following him for as long as he can remember, clutching his hand while watching others race ahead—and that isn't the issue. it isn't. it should be, perhaps, but some part of felix has always been content, so long as sylvain remains by his side, and that is...
...well. sylvain pretending to flirt shouldn't send felix's chest tightening—but it does? it does. sylvain is undeniably handsome; his lowered lashes only enhance his looks, though felix is quick to look off to the side, the cheeks of his face feeling almost unreasonably warm.]
You're disgusting.
[truly!! and yet here lies felix, scowling even while slowly pulling that vision away from sylvain's cheek.]
Go to sleep, idiot. I'll leave when you do.
[will he, though? will he risk sylvain swimming back to consciousness? hmm.]
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...well. sylvain pretending to flirt shouldn't send felix's chest tightening—but it does? it does. sylvain is undeniably handsome; his lowered lashes only enhance his looks, though felix is quick to look off to the side, the cheeks of his face feeling almost unreasonably warm.]
You're disgusting.
[truly!! and yet here lies felix, scowling even while slowly pulling that vision away from sylvain's cheek.]
Go to sleep, idiot. I'll leave when you do.
[will he, though? will he risk sylvain swimming back to consciousness? hmm.]