[Felix is going to talk about swords, which means that Elia is going to pull up ten Wikipedia articles and Pray. But my suffering aside: Sure, fine, Felix will indeed make his way across the room, because swords are rad as hell... and even if it's a bad sword, he gets to roast Constantin's sword knowledge yet again. It's the little things in life, you see.
But before he closes his door, he makes sure to give Liam one last LOOK—don't fuck anything up, you little shit—before turning to follow Connie. Out of Liam's reach, hmm...]
So you think.
[Underestimate Liam Fraldarius at your peril, Constantin. Anyway: Of course Felix is going to follow him down the hall, and of course he's going to follow Connie into his room and stand, like, right near the doorway, just in case he needs to beat a hasty retreat. It's only natural! But once he steps into the room and sees what, exactly, is taking up an entire fuckin' corner of it—]
...Ah. [Hmm! Well! What does one say! How about the honest truth:] The tree is... much larger than I expected.
[Constantin is very excited to fetch and show off his cool sword, putting him already across the room and reaching for a high shelf- only one Fraldarius in Fellden can reach this and it's not the one hovering by the door- while Felix admires his giant corner tree. Ah--]
I did say it was a tree, you know! What were you expecting?
[Some sticks in a jar?? Santa, apparently, goes all out. But that's enough of that, because now the sword is here. Presumably it also came with a sheath, which is what Constantin holds out to Felix after he crosses the room again. Please observe, it's stupidly ornate around the hilt and nasty sharp, not that he touched the blade already to find out (he did).
[Don't roast my boy like that? Damn?? But that, my dear Constantin, is a fair point, even if it does leave Felix feeling, ah, somewhat foolish. A tree... well, enjoy this short hum as he continues studying it, because that's true enough...
...But fuck trees, actually. Swords are so much cooler in every possible way, so thanks for telling him to stop loitering by the door like a loser; it's all the prompting he needs to take a few steps closer as Constantin approaches with that weapon in hand, and his attention is soon devoted entirely to the damn thing. Should he thank Constantin for inviting him inside? Too bad. It's Sword Time™.]
Hm. It's certainly... flamboyant, [is Felix's professional opinion as he lifts the sword right out of Connie's hands. He has to test the weight, you see. Study the sheath. Bring the hilt of the sword up near eye-level before he pops it up, allowing an inch or so of the blade to show.] Quality craftsmanship...
[He could go on like this for hours, my friend. Bet on it. And this, perhaps, is Felix at his least guarded: bright-eyed, obviously excited by every tiny detail he's taking great care to study. Even his voice has lost a bit of its trademark edge when he finally deigns to (briefly) shift his attention back over to Connie.]
Or, just like the last time Constantin got schooled in swords, Felix's reaction is something to behold. Constantin lets him do whatever he needs to do with the sword without interrupting for once, waiting for Felix to immediately know the whole pedigree of this piece of metal just by smelling it, or however he does it. There's something so simply enjoyable about listening to someone discuss their passion, whether it be exuberant or subtle, like this— and swords are definitely Felix's passion, that was already abundantly clear.
So he's a touch overeager to show off and to hear some sword facts, but a quieter part of him is content to just watch Felix examine the sword like one might examine a timeless piece of art. Look at him go...]
Have I...? Oh! [oh RIGHT a CONVERSATION, mark this moment in history: the first time it was Constantin who forgot they were talking about something.] I took it out to see how it looked, I suppose...
[To wave it around in his room like a twelve-year-old, that is. Then he touched the edge to see if it was sharp, but he has so many pairs of gloves to hide his shame these days, that's a nonissue.]
[Luckily for Constantin, Felix is too far gone to waste time wondering about what, exactly, is so distracting. The sword, obviously. Obviously it's the sword, because ooh, boy, what a sword it is. And to think it's only been looked at...
...Hmm. He pulls it a bit farther from its sheath, not willing to pull it free while standing in the middle of someone else's room. There's a proper way to do these things, you see. A certain amount of respect to be shown—which is why, after another few seconds of careful study, he slides it right back in.]
Take it to the training grounds. It feels well-balanced, but you won't know until you swing it.
[And he should make sure it's a comfortable enough thing to hold, blah, blah, blah. Again: Felix could go on about quality swords... forever, but is this the time and/or the place? A mystery. Better to hand it back to Constantin before he feels the need to take it down to the training grounds himself, just to see how much easily it might slice through a training dummy or three.]
And clean it after every bout. Oil it, too. [Basic stuff! But then, as he considers just how likely it is that Connie knows where to acquire said oil:] You'll find oil in Spei. My preferred smith has a shop there.
[How often is Felix in the Moon Temple's craft district, looking at swords or getting something taken care of? Don't ask.]
[It's completely the sword and nothing else, good eye. It's still completely the sword as Felix hands it back to him, and he stands there holding it and listening to this sword care lecture. He genuinely asked for this, and it's appreciated, but good god— write it down, man.]
Am I going to need a reference?
[Don't roast him for this, but it's a genuine question. Should he drop Felix's name, will that get him the best, ah, sword oil? Is that how you sword people do things?
He probably won't be able to tell if it's well-balanced or not, either, but there's a fine line between Felix's endearing passion for swords and being straight up lectured, so he'll ask someone else how to judge that... He looks down at the sword, turning it over in his hands once or twice, idly. Hmm.]
Do you like it? [Wait, seriously—] You are the expert, and I did ask for one, but you know giving specifics is somewhat beyond me.
[haha... did he do good, anyway. tell him it's cool in those exact words.]
[Take mental notes, loser. But while Felix does, in fact, consider making things worse by giving Constantin detailed directions to his favorite blacksmith—hmm. Hmm. His eyes flick up to Constantin's face for a moment, just as he wonders if Constantin asking for a sword means Constantin, like, making specific requests. Did he ask for a Very Good Sword, or did he take some of the things Felix (rudely) told him during their first meeting to heart...
...It's not like it matters, really; it's not like it influence's Felix's opinion of the sword, which is why he looks back down at it, taking in that ridiculously fancy hilt. Not his style, and yet...]
It's impressive, and obviously well-crafted. A sword anyone would be proud to wield.
[So yes, Constantin. Ya did good, even if Felix isn't going to outright say such a thing—and while Felix very well could leave it at that, well? Well.]
The next time I visit Spei— [Hmm, how does one do this Thing. A beat, and then, because Felix is Felix, he hurriedly continues with:] Perhaps I'll come here before I leave. To see if you're free.
[And to see if Connie would want to come buy some sword oil... you know, maybe look at neat weapons... it's cool...]
you already cursed it with spiders, at least ghosts can be fun
[You know, let's just assume it was a little bit of both. Constantin also looks back down at the sword, but it's less to admire its very fine, very stylish hilt and more to point the content little smile on his face at something besides, well. Besides straight at Felix. It feels, hm, definitely somewhat ridiculous to be so accomplished, considering all he did was ask a magic screen for this sword, but here they are! He did so good.
And— oh! He blinks, gaze darting back up to Felix's face with undisguised surprise. A whole invitation, to go shopping for sword tools? Oh!!]
Will you? I would very much appreciate it.
[He's going to need help... and he's going to need to hang out with Felix without some increasingly ridiculous excuse... It works out.]
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But before he closes his door, he makes sure to give Liam one last LOOK—don't fuck anything up, you little shit—before turning to follow Connie. Out of Liam's reach, hmm...]
So you think.
[Underestimate Liam Fraldarius at your peril, Constantin. Anyway: Of course Felix is going to follow him down the hall, and of course he's going to follow Connie into his room and stand, like, right near the doorway, just in case he needs to beat a hasty retreat. It's only natural! But once he steps into the room and sees what, exactly, is taking up an entire fuckin' corner of it—]
...Ah. [Hmm! Well! What does one say! How about the honest truth:] The tree is... much larger than I expected.
[This is NOT a puny shrub!]
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I did say it was a tree, you know! What were you expecting?
[Some sticks in a jar?? Santa, apparently, goes all out. But that's enough of that, because now the sword is here. Presumably it also came with a sheath, which is what Constantin holds out to Felix after he crosses the room again. Please observe, it's stupidly ornate around the hilt and nasty sharp, not that he touched the blade already to find out (he did).
Admire it! And also,] You are welcome to come in.
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...But fuck trees, actually. Swords are so much cooler in every possible way, so thanks for telling him to stop loitering by the door like a loser; it's all the prompting he needs to take a few steps closer as Constantin approaches with that weapon in hand, and his attention is soon devoted entirely to the damn thing. Should he thank Constantin for inviting him inside? Too bad. It's Sword Time™.]
Hm. It's certainly... flamboyant, [is Felix's professional opinion as he lifts the sword right out of Connie's hands. He has to test the weight, you see. Study the sheath. Bring the hilt of the sword up near eye-level before he pops it up, allowing an inch or so of the blade to show.] Quality craftsmanship...
[He could go on like this for hours, my friend. Bet on it. And this, perhaps, is Felix at his least guarded: bright-eyed, obviously excited by every tiny detail he's taking great care to study. Even his voice has lost a bit of its trademark edge when he finally deigns to (briefly) shift his attention back over to Connie.]
Have you used it?
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Or, just like the last time Constantin got schooled in swords, Felix's reaction is something to behold. Constantin lets him do whatever he needs to do with the sword without interrupting for once, waiting for Felix to immediately know the whole pedigree of this piece of metal just by smelling it, or however he does it. There's something so simply enjoyable about listening to someone discuss their passion, whether it be exuberant or subtle, like this— and swords are definitely Felix's passion, that was already abundantly clear.
So he's a touch overeager to show off and to hear some sword facts, but a quieter part of him is content to just watch Felix examine the sword like one might examine a timeless piece of art. Look at him go...]
Have I...? Oh! [oh RIGHT a CONVERSATION, mark this moment in history: the first time it was Constantin who forgot they were talking about something.] I took it out to see how it looked, I suppose...
[To wave it around in his room like a twelve-year-old, that is. Then he touched the edge to see if it was sharp, but he has so many pairs of gloves to hide his shame these days, that's a nonissue.]
that echo... spooky...
...Hmm. He pulls it a bit farther from its sheath, not willing to pull it free while standing in the middle of someone else's room. There's a proper way to do these things, you see. A certain amount of respect to be shown—which is why, after another few seconds of careful study, he slides it right back in.]
Take it to the training grounds. It feels well-balanced, but you won't know until you swing it.
[And he should make sure it's a comfortable enough thing to hold, blah, blah, blah. Again: Felix could go on about quality swords... forever, but is this the time and/or the place? A mystery. Better to hand it back to Constantin before he feels the need to take it down to the training grounds himself, just to see how much easily it might slice through a training dummy or three.]
And clean it after every bout. Oil it, too. [Basic stuff! But then, as he considers just how likely it is that Connie knows where to acquire said oil:] You'll find oil in Spei. My preferred smith has a shop there.
[How often is Felix in the Moon Temple's craft district, looking at swords or getting something taken care of? Don't ask.]
it's the ghost of my first tag
Am I going to need a reference?
[Don't roast him for this, but it's a genuine question. Should he drop Felix's name, will that get him the best, ah, sword oil? Is that how you sword people do things?
He probably won't be able to tell if it's well-balanced or not, either, but there's a fine line between Felix's endearing passion for swords and being straight up lectured, so he'll ask someone else how to judge that... He looks down at the sword, turning it over in his hands once or twice, idly. Hmm.]
Do you like it? [Wait, seriously—] You are the expert, and I did ask for one, but you know giving specifics is somewhat beyond me.
[haha... did he do good, anyway. tell him it's cool in those exact words.]
and now this inbox is haunted! great!
...It's not like it matters, really; it's not like it influence's Felix's opinion of the sword, which is why he looks back down at it, taking in that ridiculously fancy hilt. Not his style, and yet...]
It's impressive, and obviously well-crafted. A sword anyone would be proud to wield.
[So yes, Constantin. Ya did good, even if Felix isn't going to outright say such a thing—and while Felix very well could leave it at that, well? Well.]
The next time I visit Spei— [Hmm, how does one do this Thing. A beat, and then, because Felix is Felix, he hurriedly continues with:] Perhaps I'll come here before I leave. To see if you're free.
[And to see if Connie would want to come buy some sword oil... you know, maybe look at neat weapons... it's cool...]
you already cursed it with spiders, at least ghosts can be fun
And— oh! He blinks, gaze darting back up to Felix's face with undisguised surprise. A whole invitation, to go shopping for sword tools? Oh!!]
Will you? I would very much appreciate it.
[He's going to need help... and he's going to need to hang out with Felix without some increasingly ridiculous excuse... It works out.]