tomorrow and tomorrow
aegisshielded:
When he is able to muster the control to do so, Felix lets out a long, exhausted sigh as he accepts the situation. Sylvain saw him look incredibly weak to the point of tears and here he was comforting Felix. Despite returning to his past as the little crybaby child that came running to Sylvain–the older, stronger kid–to come to his defense, Felix is still worth the effort of comforting for Sylvain.
And, for the first time in who knows how long, Sylvain’s words are genuine as they exit his mouth. There is no joke, no deflection, nothing to turn the conversation away from admitting guilt or causing worry. Sylvain’s apology is genuine and it’s enough to cause a tightening in Felix’s chest.
Another long sigh escaped Felix before he gives up and leans into Sylvain’s side, accepting the comfort. Felix is too weak and tired to fight it, to push Sylvain away like he pushes everyone far enough to be a sword’s length away from him. The feeling of Sylvain’s caring touch is enough to melt away the ice Felix had built up in the redhead’s absence.
“I wasn’t scared,” Felix lies. "I was pissed.“ That much is also true, though. "I specifically told you not to die, and you went and did it anyways, you idiot.” He rests his head on Sylvain’s shoulder, closing his eyes. He’s warm, and he feels like comfort and home, like their childhood. It’s a shame it’s lulling Felix to sleep, since Felix has more harsh words for Sylvain.
“I’m sorry,” Sylvain says again, thumb stroking Felix’s shoulder in slow circles. “I wasn’t trying to die or anything, it just...”
...kind of happened.
(And it’d been terrifying, not in any way that sent his heart crashing through his ribs, but in a way that felt like drowning. With his thoughts so fractured and desperate, he couldn’t think of a single damn thing he had to look forward to, but a part of him still didn’t want to die. Not there, and not then—as if he had any place better to die.
Stupid, right?)
“...I’ll be more careful, next time,” he decides on instead. “...Heh; you probably don’t remember, but I made a pretty important promise with a cute kid many years ago. He’d cry and cry, getting snot all over my shirt, so one day, we made a promise—that one would never die without the other.” It’s an old promise, though, and far too heavy for a couple of children to be making with full understanding of its meaning. He doubts Felix remembers it, or takes it very seriously if he does, but for Sylvain? It’d been a lifeline on many occasions.
“I don’t intend on breaking that promise. So... don’t worry; you’ll still have me around to bother you. I can’t just die before I see you hold a girl’s hand for once instead of a sword, you know?”















