(403): Feel free to drag me back to reality at your convenience. (closed catchall)

[acquaint]

who: sylvain & various friends
when: whenever
where: wherever
what: catchall for commissions and everything else
warnings: it's sylvain... will add as they come up!


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[brothered]

[commissions. you know, that's—it's plausible? doubtful, given who and how sylvain is, but plausible all the same; like, felix feels somewhat foolish as he squints down at sylvain, doing his best to gauge whether sylvain is telling the truth or spouting a convenient lie. people always did make these sorts of snap judgments about sylvain, back in their academy days... maybe he was too hasty...

...yeah, right. sylvain is sylvain—and although felix literally just pulled his hand from sylvain's face, he swiftly brings it right back, once again pushing the cold stone of sylvain's vision against his cheek while attempting to shove him down into the cushion. don't wink at him like that, holy shit—]

I'm going to freeze you in place, and I won't wait for you to fall asleep first. Stop being annoying.

[stop being like... that! like that, because felix could, hypothetically, leave at any time; the only reason he's still here is because, uh? hmm. certainly not because sylvain's hands sit so perfectly on his hips. have they always?]

[acquaint]

[ wow, at least half of it was true! but unfortunately (or fortunately), felix knows him too well, and so sylvain takes the renewed assault—both to his cheek (again!) and bearing the weight of felix trying to single-handedly bury him in this couch. this is how he goes out, smothered by the love of his life. what a way to go, tbh. ]

I'm not doing anything!

[ except he is, sort of... it's not intentional. it's not his fault felix is so easy to rile up, and while he's protesting as felix complains, neither of them are actually moving away from this couch or each other. hm! in any case, sylvain pulls his face away from the vision felix is rudely shoving into his cheek and brings his face closer to felix's instead until he rests their foreheads against each other. ]

Why's your first instinct to hurt me whenever you feel embarrassed, huh? It's just you and me, Fe, come on.

[brothered]

[felix's first instinct, as sylvain's forehead bumps against his, is to insist that he is not embarrassed? because of course he isn't. it will take far more than sylvain's... sylvain-ness to embarrass felix—except that, um, isn't exactly true, because sylvain's sylvain-ness is all that it takes to embarrass felix. as for why, well...

...well. even as felix scowls, determinedly maintaining eye contact while refusing to be the first to pull away, felix knows that sylvain has always been a weak spot, of sorts. his weak spot, and it has as much to do with the soft shade of sylvain's eyes as it does the feeling of sylvain's fingers digging into his hips. sylvain is simply comfortable? there is, as ever, the urge to fall forward; felix thinks that he could lose himself in sylvain and feel strangely content, but as he's stubborn, so stubborn—]

I'm not embarrassed, [he mutters, very much embarrassed—but doing his best to conceal it.] You're just—

[and what is sylvain, honestly? so much. too much, if you ask felix—and thus felix huffs, hand falling from sylvain's cheek to the side of sylvain's neck. sylvain knows how he is; sylvain surely knows how he affects felix, so felix sees no reason to stroke his ego.]

...When have I hurt you?

[like, really. really really.]