[Setting: You Know Where. Time: A Mystery. Mood: Less Than Optimal, presumably, because do these two Ye Oldes enjoy every aspect of the bright, neon-colored city they've been forced to call home for the past however long it's been? Certainly not—but Sylvain has presumably settled in without too many problems, and even Felix, a professional Grump, has to admit that there are... perks. Not the lack of a war to fight (and the surplus of free time that comes with that, and certainly not the ridiculous moon cycle that's currently granting him stupid black cat ears, but, well.
Hmm. Let's start small, shall we? The food isn't terrible; like, the dinner he recently enjoyed was adequately spicy, so that's a plus. The entertainment isn't as highbrow as, say, the operas he'd enjoyed in Fhirdiad during peacetime, but the "movies" with far more action than sex are enjoyable enough. And the company...
...The company is, ah, excellent, although Felix sees no reason to say such a thing when he glances over at the familiar man walking alongside him—and there it is again! That familiar bloom of warmth in his chest as he realizes that this is more than his friend; after dancing around the issue for months and awkwardly, awkwardly piecing things together, this is his... person? His lover. The most important person in his world, which is a terrifying thing to think about, so—hey! He's not going to! He'll turn his attention back to the movie they just finished watching, and as they stroll into the brisk night air, arms brushing against one another (electrifying even after all these weeks of nearly constant contact, holy shit), he'll sum up the experience in his typically blunt fashion:]
That was stupid.
[Says the person who picked the movie, but in his DEFENSE, the ads... focused on the action. How was he supposed to that it would center on a romance where the conflict could have been solved in the first, like, ten minutes. If only she'd stuck around long enough to listen! If only!]
Edited 2019-12-06 03:31 (UTC)
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Sylvain's a pretty adaptable guy!! Like, he adjusted pretty easily to the bright and colorful world they just sort of... found themselves in one day? Thanks, Sothis, for finally deciding to yeet Sylvain out of the universe altogether, but more importantly, thanks for letting him continue to be a selfish bastard by letting him keep Felix.
He also adjusted pretty easily to the new technology, or at least the day-to-day stuff, and it should probably be embarrassing how smooth the transition was from using coin to using (and thus accumulating) Chroma, but Sylvain will be Sylvain with or without a reason. The cycles... took some getting used to? They aren't nearly as bad as some he's seen during either of the other moons, granted, but the whole... waking up one morning and suddenly having new additions in the way of two (2) black-tipped ears and one (1) fluffy tail? He'd been warned ahead of time, thankfully, but still!! How does one just Accept these things?? Especially when aforementioned tail is long enough to brush the ground when he walks, like, come on. That's just excessive.
This... new dynamic, though? This new... thing, new relationship, between him and Felix--that's something else he's still adjusting to. It's somehow both thrilling and terrifying all at once, and he'll still catch himself holding his breath for even the most innocent gesture of affection, like the careful brush of his fingers over Felix's while they were still in the theatre. Embarrassing!! But also: worth it, and probably what made sitting through the rest of the movie worthwhile at all, in his opinion.
"Harsh," he replies, tone unsuitably diplomatic for the solemn nod he gives in agreement, "but true. If they were just gonna throw years of trust away at the first sign of trouble, then their first mistake was establishing the leads as long-standing partners."
Cinema critic Sylvain... good lord. But listen, okay, he knows firsthand what it's like to rely on someone to have your back for so long? He knows how it feels to know, wholeheartedly, that you would risk life and limb and more to keep them safe in turn. One misunderstanding would never be enough to torch the entirety of what's already been built at that point, not from either side--and especially not one so small scale in the long run. It would take some monumental fucking betrayal, he thinks, and then decides to not think about that after all, because, hi! Professional Relationship Ruiner here. He'd rather not think of ways to fuck up the one good and lasting relationship he's had in his entire life. Even from a purely logical perspective, it's a moot point! The directors wouldn't have had time to include something so drastic! Frankly, the problem with movies in this world is that everyone apparently tries to cram as much as humanly possible in under two hours... So sayeth the Ye Olde who happens to be used to productions that take, like?? Multiple hours. WITH an intermission. Things these uncultured Modern Youths will never appreciate!! Someone give him a damn cane.
He pauses for only a second while he gives in to the temptation being so close brings, indulging himself with a subtle shift of his arm to try and catch Felix's fingers with his own, wondering if he'll allow it, as he fixes his thoughts on The Movie, and nothing else. He is definitely not marveling at the fact he can just Do these things, not even a little bit.
"You do have to give the guy some credit..."
The initial misunderstanding was, with some amount of certainty, his fault! For all they might have overreacted in order to drag out the otherwise simple plot, Sylvain wouldn't blame the girl for being upset with him. However, he also felt the guy's dedication afterward to proving himself to her, in order to win both her trust and her love, in true 'cheesy action-romance movie' style.
"I mean, don't get me wrong!" He's quick to defend this Highly Controversial statement before Felix can get a word in to argue, because he knows exactly how much credit he'll think is deserved. "He pulled some stupid stunts, for sure. But he had some impressive timing there, during the last battle--and you've gotta admit, he looked good doing it."
[True enough, Sylvain! True enough, which is why Felix initially only hums in acknowledgement, busy thinking about the many, many reasons the two leads were fools when he feels that much larger hand bump against his. ...Hmm. He isn't stupid; like, he remembers the many times Sylvain's hand just so happened to come in contact with his during the movie, and he's well aware how carefully orchestrated said contact truly was, but while he'd normally be highly annoyed by this point in time? Again: hmm. If anything, he's more annoyed that it's taken Sylvain this long to be, ah, this bold, because being bold is Sylvain's entire thing. Shouldn't this have happened far sooner... was Felix hoping that it would...
...You know what? It's a yes to both those non-questions, which is why Felix decides to lace his fingers between Sylvain's—without looking over at him, of course, because while he's jumping right to Advanced hand-holding, there's still a limit to these things. He can already feel his ears twitching atop his head.
But oh, Sylvain. Sylvain, Sylvain, Sylvain. Felix isn't necessarily the jealous sort, given all they've gone through together—and given the fact that Sylvain just is how he is, but his fingers twitch against Sylvain's when he hears that ridiculous opinion. Give the guy some credit because he ~looked good~, huh? Huh.]
Did he? I didn't notice.
[Because the guy was doing stupid shit, yes, but he wasn't a tall redhead doing stupid shit. Felix is a picky man, thanks; the world is sorted into Sylvain and People Other Than Sylvain, so while he could give Sylvain another lecture about not taking unnecessary risks, or while he could be pissy about Sylvain checking out someone other than himself—well! Who's going home with whom, you know? The night is going well, and Felix is feeling absurdly warm, so instead of arguing about something that doesn't really matter:]
Stupid stunts, all for attention— [A beat, like he's seriously thinking about this, before he adds:] Sounds like he attended one of your seminars.
Advanced hand-holding! Felix moves faster than Sylvain would have expected him to, honestly, and while that continues to be a (more than) welcome surprise, it's still enough for his eyes to dart quickly over as if seeking some silent confirmation that, yes, this is both intentional and acceptable. If not, the glare ought to be obvious, but he's not even looking at him... which, with Felix, is as good as any verbal acceptance. His expression softens even as he looks back to the path before them.
Joking aside, Sylvain is absolutely bold enough to do these things!! He's not, like, new to the concept of PDA, and he's certainly not shy about it... Felix is no exception! If he'd decided to toss an arms over his shoulders and lean in to kiss him, Sylvain's sure he wouldn't so much as blush. And yet, as he folds his fingers securely between Felix's, it manages to strike some warm, fluttering thing in his chest; it's intrinsically tied to Felix himself in a way that's as familiar as it is unfamiliar, or... just unexplored, maybe? The now-familiar buzz of Chroma between them is there, too, but it feels... more like an afterthought? An added bonus to something that's just as fulfilling with as it would be without.
His hold tightens in a gentle squeeze as if to say, 'good luck getting me to let go now' before it settles into something more comfortable, fingertips brushing light against his knuckles instead. But--wow? How rude. Have this Look, which definitely, 100%, isn't at all amused.
"Hey, I would've taught him better moves than that!" Because that's definitely the part that needs to be focused on, here, but: "Besides," he continues, smugly casual, "if I'd taught him anything, then he would've been sure to get you to notice him."
Is he implying he tries to get Felix to notice him with his stupidity... maybe a little, but like, Felix should know when a Line is JUST a Line. Mostly.
Edited (Periods and commas are the SAME) 2019-12-10 11:29 (UTC)
what about sylvain with a tail... that's the real feast here
[Were Felix holding hands with anyone else, it would almost assuredly be a huge production? It would be Felix, red-faced and uncomfortable with this sudden breach of his boundaries, snapping at the other person because he wouldn't know what else to do—but this isn't anyone! This is Sylvain's hand closing around his, and rather than feeling trapped, Felix feels, ah, strangely secure. He trusts Sylvain with his life; this is nothing.
Or, well. It's something, alright, something that sparks a pleasant sort of warmth within him, but he forces himself to focus on Sylvain's stupid, stupid words.]
Doubtful, but I'll keep that in mind, [he says, voice coolly casual even as his fingers flex between Sylvain's, adjusting to the new state of Things.] Perhaps I should start ignoring every foolish thing you do.
[Starting... now, kind of, because he has yet to actually look over at Sylvain—and it's very much intentional. This is Felix-brand teasing. It's kind of mean.]
Felix-brand teasing is ALWAYS kind of mean. It practically qualifies as bullying?? Why does Sylvain put up with this brat?
...Well. Because he's stupidly in love with exactly one (1) brat, apparently, which pretty much seals his fate. It's fine because he's into it--but in ANY case, not having Felix's full attention is a cruel and terrible thing indeed? It is, and yet even if Sylvain can't help but tilt his head forward just a bit in an effort to try and catch his eye, there's still a small smile on his face when he raises his brows.
"What, and put yourself through that much trouble?"
He trusts Felix to steer them, so he doesn't concern himself with watching where they're going. Anyone walking the opposite direction blind enough to miss the tall redhead with a swishy, fluffy tail probably deserves to run into them anyway.
"I'll just have to try harder, then," he reasons after a moment with a light shrug. His voice veers on the edge of sounding more serious, as if this hypothetical situation in which Felix ignores him is some inevitable reality. "I'll do whatever it takes, so you won't ever want to look away."
[Trouble? What trouble? Ignoring Sylvain is as easy as breathing, if Felix's impassive expression is anything to go by—but ah, ah, ah. Despite Felix's outward everything, those pesky ears atop his head sure are twitching; the one closest to Sylvain, in fact, actually swivels right toward him, and there isn't a damn thing Felix can do about it. He doesn't even know it's happening, really, because instinctive reactions are just that: instinctive.
And all of his conscious thought is currently devoted to—you guessed it!—being a brat, so. This is where he is as a person! As a functioning adult. Pretending that the his worst (re: better) half craving his attention so badly means nothing, even when it's... nice, in a strange way...
...Well! In this place, anyway.]
You're hardly off to a good start.
[A fact... and a dare, in a way? Make him look—if you can.]
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are we officially furries now... oh jesus? oh god
Hmm. Let's start small, shall we? The food isn't terrible; like, the dinner he recently enjoyed was adequately spicy, so that's a plus. The entertainment isn't as highbrow as, say, the operas he'd enjoyed in Fhirdiad during peacetime, but the "movies" with far more action than sex are enjoyable enough. And the company...
...The company is, ah, excellent, although Felix sees no reason to say such a thing when he glances over at the familiar man walking alongside him—and there it is again! That familiar bloom of warmth in his chest as he realizes that this is more than his friend; after dancing around the issue for months and awkwardly, awkwardly piecing things together, this is his... person? His lover. The most important person in his world, which is a terrifying thing to think about, so—hey! He's not going to! He'll turn his attention back to the movie they just finished watching, and as they stroll into the brisk night air, arms brushing against one another (electrifying even after all these weeks of nearly constant contact, holy shit), he'll sum up the experience in his typically blunt fashion:]
That was stupid.
[Says the person who picked the movie, but in his DEFENSE, the ads... focused on the action. How was he supposed to that it would center on a romance where the conflict could have been solved in the first, like, ten minutes. If only she'd stuck around long enough to listen! If only!]
Welcome to hell welcome to hell welcome to hell welcome to h
He also adjusted pretty easily to the new technology, or at least the day-to-day stuff, and it should probably be embarrassing how smooth the transition was from using coin to using (and thus accumulating) Chroma, but Sylvain will be Sylvain with or without a reason. The cycles... took some getting used to? They aren't nearly as bad as some he's seen during either of the other moons, granted, but the whole... waking up one morning and suddenly having new additions in the way of two (2) black-tipped ears and one (1) fluffy tail? He'd been warned ahead of time, thankfully, but still!! How does one just Accept these things?? Especially when aforementioned tail is long enough to brush the ground when he walks, like, come on. That's just excessive.
This... new dynamic, though? This new... thing, new relationship, between him and Felix--that's something else he's still adjusting to. It's somehow both thrilling and terrifying all at once, and he'll still catch himself holding his breath for even the most innocent gesture of affection, like the careful brush of his fingers over Felix's while they were still in the theatre. Embarrassing!! But also: worth it, and probably what made sitting through the rest of the movie worthwhile at all, in his opinion.
"Harsh," he replies, tone unsuitably diplomatic for the solemn nod he gives in agreement, "but true. If they were just gonna throw years of trust away at the first sign of trouble, then their first mistake was establishing the leads as long-standing partners."
Cinema critic Sylvain... good lord. But listen, okay, he knows firsthand what it's like to rely on someone to have your back for so long? He knows how it feels to know, wholeheartedly, that you would risk life and limb and more to keep them safe in turn. One misunderstanding would never be enough to torch the entirety of what's already been built at that point, not from either side--and especially not one so small scale in the long run. It would take some monumental fucking betrayal, he thinks, and then decides to not think about that after all, because, hi! Professional Relationship Ruiner here. He'd rather not think of ways to fuck up the one good and lasting relationship he's had in his entire life. Even from a purely logical perspective, it's a moot point! The directors wouldn't have had time to include something so drastic! Frankly, the problem with movies in this world is that everyone apparently tries to cram as much as humanly possible in under two hours... So sayeth the Ye Olde who happens to be used to productions that take, like?? Multiple hours. WITH an intermission. Things these uncultured Modern Youths will never appreciate!! Someone give him a damn cane.
He pauses for only a second while he gives in to the temptation being so close brings, indulging himself with a subtle shift of his arm to try and catch Felix's fingers with his own, wondering if he'll allow it, as he fixes his thoughts on The Movie, and nothing else. He is definitely not marveling at the fact he can just Do these things, not even a little bit.
"You do have to give the guy some credit..."
The initial misunderstanding was, with some amount of certainty, his fault! For all they might have overreacted in order to drag out the otherwise simple plot, Sylvain wouldn't blame the girl for being upset with him. However, he also felt the guy's dedication afterward to proving himself to her, in order to win both her trust and her love, in true 'cheesy action-romance movie' style.
"I mean, don't get me wrong!" He's quick to defend this Highly Controversial statement before Felix can get a word in to argue, because he knows exactly how much credit he'll think is deserved. "He pulled some stupid stunts, for sure. But he had some impressive timing there, during the last battle--and you've gotta admit, he looked good doing it."
i 100% blame you for this
...You know what? It's a yes to both those non-questions, which is why Felix decides to lace his fingers between Sylvain's—without looking over at him, of course, because while he's jumping right to Advanced hand-holding, there's still a limit to these things. He can already feel his ears twitching atop his head.
But oh, Sylvain. Sylvain, Sylvain, Sylvain. Felix isn't necessarily the jealous sort, given all they've gone through together—and given the fact that Sylvain just is how he is, but his fingers twitch against Sylvain's when he hears that ridiculous opinion. Give the guy some credit because he ~looked good~, huh? Huh.]
Did he? I didn't notice.
[Because the guy was doing stupid shit, yes, but he wasn't a tall redhead doing stupid shit. Felix is a picky man, thanks; the world is sorted into Sylvain and People Other Than Sylvain, so while he could give Sylvain another lecture about not taking unnecessary risks, or while he could be pissy about Sylvain checking out someone other than himself—well! Who's going home with whom, you know? The night is going well, and Felix is feeling absurdly warm, so instead of arguing about something that doesn't really matter:]
Stupid stunts, all for attention— [A beat, like he's seriously thinking about this, before he adds:] Sounds like he attended one of your seminars.
[Bam.]
I will accept responsibility, bc Felix with cat ears is too good to pass up
Joking aside, Sylvain is absolutely bold enough to do these things!! He's not, like, new to the concept of PDA, and he's certainly not shy about it... Felix is no exception! If he'd decided to toss an arms over his shoulders and lean in to kiss him, Sylvain's sure he wouldn't so much as blush. And yet, as he folds his fingers securely between Felix's, it manages to strike some warm, fluttering thing in his chest; it's intrinsically tied to Felix himself in a way that's as familiar as it is unfamiliar, or... just unexplored, maybe? The now-familiar buzz of Chroma between them is there, too, but it feels... more like an afterthought? An added bonus to something that's just as fulfilling with as it would be without.
His hold tightens in a gentle squeeze as if to say, 'good luck getting me to let go now' before it settles into something more comfortable, fingertips brushing light against his knuckles instead. But--wow? How rude. Have this Look, which definitely, 100%, isn't at all amused.
"Hey, I would've taught him better moves than that!" Because that's definitely the part that needs to be focused on, here, but: "Besides," he continues, smugly casual, "if I'd taught him anything, then he would've been sure to get you to notice him."
Is he implying he tries to get Felix to notice him with his stupidity... maybe a little, but like, Felix should know when a Line is JUST a Line. Mostly.
what about sylvain with a tail... that's the real feast here
Or, well. It's something, alright, something that sparks a pleasant sort of warmth within him, but he forces himself to focus on Sylvain's stupid, stupid words.]
Doubtful, but I'll keep that in mind, [he says, voice coolly casual even as his fingers flex between Sylvain's, adjusting to the new state of Things.] Perhaps I should start ignoring every foolish thing you do.
[Starting... now, kind of, because he has yet to actually look over at Sylvain—and it's very much intentional. This is Felix-brand teasing. It's kind of mean.]
Sylvain deserves a tail? Intsys make it happen
...Well. Because he's stupidly in love with exactly one (1) brat, apparently, which pretty much seals his fate. It's fine because he's into it--but in ANY case, not having Felix's full attention is a cruel and terrible thing indeed? It is, and yet even if Sylvain can't help but tilt his head forward just a bit in an effort to try and catch his eye, there's still a small smile on his face when he raises his brows.
"What, and put yourself through that much trouble?"
He trusts Felix to steer them, so he doesn't concern himself with watching where they're going. Anyone walking the opposite direction blind enough to miss the tall redhead with a swishy, fluffy tail probably deserves to run into them anyway.
"I'll just have to try harder, then," he reasons after a moment with a light shrug. His voice veers on the edge of sounding more serious, as if this hypothetical situation in which Felix ignores him is some inevitable reality. "I'll do whatever it takes, so you won't ever want to look away."
no subject
And all of his conscious thought is currently devoted to—you guessed it!—being a brat, so. This is where he is as a person! As a functioning adult. Pretending that the his worst (re: better) half craving his attention so badly means nothing, even when it's... nice, in a strange way...
...Well! In this place, anyway.]
You're hardly off to a good start.
[A fact... and a dare, in a way? Make him look—if you can.]