ID. // ♡. // WHAT MISFORTUNE LIES IN YOUR TIRED EYES.
———— her identity slots into place when she begins to speak. inasmuch as he remembers acutely every last relevant detail of those he deems a threat ( and, immature and covetous and terrified as a twelve year old with blatant abandonment issues could be, she was certainly a threat to him and little else, but twelve isn’t thirteen, is it? ) she had become rather TRIVIAL in the years that passed subsequently. less because she had stopped utilizing sylvain’s time and therefore attention and far more because ( … ) well. there had been other things to worry about and grief to ignore and a brother to canniablize and paranoia to sink into and isolation to enact and et cetera. the usual teenage things.
also : there was the fact that he had become NUMB to sylvain’s tendencies, after a time. what point is there, being jealous when you’re attempting to sequester yourself so thoroughly? and there was that LOSING THE MAJORITY OF HIS CHILDHOOD PERSONALITY debacle.
where once he had been bothered by her presence / now he couldn’t care less as long as she’s able to FIGHT. juvenile jealousy has little place in the here and now and seems so very pointless when laid alongside the graves in his chest and his bruised and broken and bleeding hands and ———— well. regardless of what she may represent : it has minimal impact on his life, now. ❝ no, ❞ he turns from her and pushes his mildly disheveled hair from his eyes, blade arcing as he twists it deftly, tone neutral. ❝ i remember you, now. what are you doing here? ❞
THERE IS A COOLNESS IN THE MAN’S WORDS , not cold enough for her to deem it significant but all the same the lack of warmth is something she quietly notes as she decides to turn & face her company . if what juliet remembers is correct felix is a little over a year younger than herself . however in complete honesty the man before her looks as if he could be at least five years her senior . his eyes are sunken & decorated with deep lines across his face . she thinks had it not been for that he could be considered handsome ... not that that matters in times such as these .
SHE RAISES A BROW , AN AMUSED SMILE TRACING HER LIPS . ❛ no ? are you lost then ? --- or is stalking women one of your pass times ? ❜ her words are phrased as a joke though admittedly with sincere intent hidden underneath the surface . call her paranoid perhaps but she doesn’t like the possibility that she has people following her even since escaping her father’s clutches .
❛ NOT THAT IT’S YOUR BUSINESS --- ❜ her words are spoken sweetly with a slight sting , her tone something akin to that of sour honey . the nature of her arrival is common knowledge by many at this point & yet she feels her own paranoid instincts kick in when questioned . a reflex she will unlearn in due time she hopes . ❛ ... but i was brought here following the battle of ailell . you were present weren’t you ? ❜ a pause & she laughs , light & more out of habit than any sincere sense of humor . she makes a sweeping motion to her short stature . ❛ though i’m sure someone of my size might be easy to miss among everyone else on the battlefield . ❜