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BLAITHYD:
First, there is heavy silence – the weight of it nestled in Dimitri’s chest. His eye only narrows – lips pursing as, at first, he makes the choice of doing nothing. Then, Dimitri breathes in the thick air, and it leaves his lungs wanting. His fingers twitch, and shallow breath leaves through an open mouth – blood hot under his skin. There’s a pressure now, traveled from chest to ribs – squeezing at the bones. The mute anger finds his lungs – never compromising to anyone in spite of wishes and plans.
“Felix,” Dimitri hisses now through gritted teeth, an uncompromising strain as the weight finally drops to his stomach, “go away.”
The depths of silence grew hollow. As did the animal’s words. Feet were as if planted into the stone tile, resting beneath him; cold and unwavered. Gaze like darts targeted to the back of soggy locks, hunched figure cloaked in tattered fur. Felix was nothing more than an object in his shadow, as moonlight poured from the window before them. Before, he would never make a habit with associating with beasts. Yet, this one had removed it’s sheep’s clothing for all to see the true horror he had once laid eyes upon many moons ago. The true nature lying beneath soft charms and proper speech. It now bared teeth, ready to ravish -- and Felix, stood still a silent deny of the demand spat.
〝 Have you lost your hearing too ?? 〞 A scoff, 〝 I said, I will not. 〞 Words could not have been said any more clearer than that. Sharp as a blade, clean to the cut -- his words never ceased to wound. But, oh -- Felix dared to provoke a monster. 〝 If you’re so keen to my departure. Make me. 〞
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She could not recall a time prior to this when swordsmanship had left her feeling envious. But observing this man and his abilities at the training grounds had poked somewhat of a sharp knife into her ego. Hisui was not inept in battle - in fact, her competency with a bow and arrow may leave others feeling jealous - but she had always struggled with combat at shorter ranges.
Her petite frame didn’t help; swinging heavy metal blades often resulted in her body being thrown completely off-balance.
She ought to be focusing on her own training, but - she supposed - it would not harm to watch for a few seconds longer… perhaps she could even gleam a tactic or two from his performance.
Swings were short, thorough. Eyes caught glimpses of her presence, but since it carried a softness, the distraction was dismissed; but he wondered, questioned, and it cause his mind to stir. Movements were keen to secrecy, tactics used when pryful eyes observed -- judged. Stature did not turn, merely ricocheting off the stone walls, 〝 What do you want ?? 〞
Even though they bounced of the walls in a rubber like manner, speech was sharp like daggers, cutting the tension clean. If one was to make themselves useful, actions needed to be taken. Observing only could get one so far -- an assumption he would place upon his perception of the other. One not too kind.
PLAYFOUL:
“Oh, no. There’s nothing I need particularly.” But Felix did intrigue them. There had been something on Yuri’s mind, it was just getting around to asking about it. Yuri’s smile grows wider. “Easy friend, I haven’t come here to antagonise you. Rather… I’ve just been wondering about something.” That is…. “…I’ve seen the way you fight before. It’s rather unique, actually. Perhaps we should spar sometime.”
Consider his interest tugged when the words of sparring crawled out of those soft spoken lips. An eyebrow cocked, pupils would quickly analyze, up and down. No, not much was known to Felix of the other, which made him itching to cross swords.
〝 Perhaps. 〞 Short, like a dagger, words would fall. Though the held tight to a clinging notion. One where speech gave away some sort of interest in the matter at hand. A consideration. 〝 But, what are you wondering ?? No use beating around a bush with no leaves to hide in. 〞
TIERVAIN:
Crouching low, he extends his hand out, fingers lightly curling to beckon the figure that stood several feet away. ❝ Here kitty kitty…pspspspsps… ❞
〝 ..... 〞 A moment of silence, please, for the poor hand that dared to extend his direction. For it did not out match the foot of Felix and had been crushed by it’s fury. A shame, really. Something that could’ve been entirely avoided if any sense of common knowledge were to be found in such an empty, vast excuse of a head Sylvain wore upon his shoulders. Those fingers would pleasure no women, no more. Here stood a hero, one they didn’t know they needed. Standing proudly with prey below his feet’s mercy. He might as well had received a standing ovation.
Rubs my gay hands together. I’m coming for you all this weekend.
“I’ll cut you down!”
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remi & fawn r bullies :(
I said I’d be back today, but give me like weeks.
he wears his heart safely pinned to his backpack , his backpack is all that he knows . shot down by strangers , whose glances can cripple the heart & devour the soul : all alone he turns to stone - while holding his breath half to death ! terrified of what’s inside - to save his life he crawls like a worm from a bird . out of his mind ! away ! pushes him , whispering , must have been out of his mind ! mid - day delusions of pushing this out of his head : maybe out of his mind - INDEPENDENT , HIGHLY SELECTIVE & PRIVATE DIMITRI ALEXANDRE BLAIDDYD
My activity is going to be even more scarce. I apologize.
I’m gonna be blunt. Felix repressing his sexuality, relates a lot to how I grew up and found it hard to associate myself around women because I wasn’t suppose to have feelings for them. I based some of it off of my own experience and it was... extremely hard to write.
It’s late night headcanons with Remi.
The aggression Felix feels is repressed toxic masculinity. Something Rodrigue had stored in him more intensely after Glenn died. Now, my Felix is bisexual but, he has never told anyone or would come out as so. He leans more towards men, and is very particular when it comes to a woman. And that is where the Tm comes into play when it comes to his feelings. Being told that he has to replenish his families name and is the last hope in the bloodline and crest, leaves a bitter taste in his mouth since he wasn’t told this was his path since birth. So Felix’s feelings are not noted or really cared for by his father, and doesn’t help when Felix addresses men he thinks are attractive. He gives off a mean demeanor. Which is why he doesn’t get along with Rodrigue. Yes, I believe Felix had a crush on his childhood friend Dimitri and Sylvain, but never thought anything of it until his teenage days. But repressed it after Glenn’s passing. With Dimitri, they both were apart of the Rebellion. And when Felix witnessed what Dimitri has become, it broke his trust with him and his heart. It stored fear, instead. Which is why he is more sharp with his words and aggressive when it comes to dimitri. Sylvain never gave Felix a reason to distrust him, if more reason to keep him by his side. Which is why he’s more friendly and easier to talk to with him. But Felix does miss Dimitri, which is shown in their second support. His reminiscing is shown as a weakness and he revolts strictly back into anger — trying to repress even the slightest bit of feelings. But as the year goes on, being in Dimitri’s presence, Felix’s guard steadily goes down and becomes more concerned and keeps a watchful eyes over him. It’s subtle but he says many things about Dimitris’s health. His sleeping and training mostly. Which means he didn’t give up hope and his heart is speaking louder then this head. Which he struggles with throughout the entire game.
♗ // FAITH, unwavering.
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@aegisheld / LET ME NERD ABOUT LANGUAGES / always accepting ! ↺ Speak Russian to Felix —
𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 , the kind they never got enough of . dimitri’s arms around felix , staring into a bristling fire . silent . serene . private . eyelids falling , fluttering open only to close again & maybe that was okay . they were exhausted , remnants of war forever resting heavy in their bones , post - war life allowing them barely a moment to recover . which was just why dimitri valued this . cuddling with felix , holding him close , occasionally pressing a kiss to the back of his head , playing with his hair , squeezing his hand . ❛❛ kotyo . ❜❜ the language they shared felt nigh foreign on his tongue , meetings with ambassadors & diplomats & ministers held in the common language only . going back to the words they only chose in private was an intimate affair . ( like they still had a secret & did not wear matching rings . ) his left hand found a resting place over felix’s hard , feeling its steady rhythm , knowing his one beat the same . ❛❛ i love you , ya lyublyu tyebya . ❜❜ another kiss , to the lips this time . long . heated . more private , even . broken off only when dimitri smiled into it , earning him a scowl from felix . ❛❛ more than anything . ❜❜
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