Chairisse

A thinking emoji.



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    The realization of how desperately Felix wants to see Sylvain in this moment, right now, as he's bruising he's shoulder against yet another unmovable door, how much he needs to find him breathing, needs to find him here, needs to find him unburied, hammers at the walls of Felix's awareness like it means to break them. He's been ignoring for months now, with wild success, the incoming sucker punch that is the magnitude of Sylvain’s importance to him. If he never had time for it at the Academy, he certainly didn't have time for it at war. Edelgard and her armies were bearing down. He would deal with it later. Tomorrow. Soon.

    It's now.

    (After the taking of Fhirdiad, Felix can't find Sylvain.)

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    "What are you looking at?" he snaps.

    His traveling companion lets out a high-pitched bark, before settling for wagging its very shaggy tail at him.

    And so Felix keeps asking himself—if he is so very much not a dog person, then why is there currently a puppy seated across from him in his carriage?

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    When a stray follows Felix to Gautier territory, he has a hard time convincing Sylvain that he really doesn't like dogs. His feelings for Sylvain, however, are decidedly more complex.

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    "Do you want me to find you a girl?" Sylvain asks, calm as the Saints, with none of their sacred intent.

    So he's asked it. He doesn't particularly want an answer.

    He doesn't get one. Felix whips his hands free and brusquely pushes past Sylvain, leaving him in Felix's own room with the mockery of winter's daylight unfeeling on his skin.

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