BETTER OFF DEAD.

as far as the eye can see ———

[heartsruin]

@viatorn​ ; is the only thing that could describe ayato's expression. the title of victor is often his to claim, &. there've been few instances in which it's him pinned on the ground. visible eye stares at sylvain in disbelief, mind still processing the defeat, &. my, isn't their refinement slipping away exceedingly fast?

❛    what? did you just — ugh!   ❜ a groan of frustration, &. admittedly childish incredulity replaces all that carefully maintained composure. the moment sylvain releases hold of his wrists, their hands shoot up to cover their face; one part an effort to mask their agitation, other part a means to hide the heat rising up his neck &. to his ears. the fingers of one hand part &. the other is greeted by his gaze, determined &. motivated by new resolve. ❛    there's no way you just beat me! i demand a rematch!   ❜ / haha .... ayavain sparring moments

sylvain was a blessed man.

the opportunity to travel the expanse of teyvat with a free will and a lack of responsibility on his shoulders wasn't one that came to many people often. there were no roots to tie him down and so he drifted from nation to nation, experiencing the world it was that he lived in and learning its many lessons.

like how the winds of stormterror’s lair blew with such ferocity that to leave the ruined land with cuts along your face and arms was a normality. or how the loveliest of qingxin flowers only grew at the top most of qingyun peak, protected by the revered adepti of liyue. or how the elusive eldest son to the kamisato clan / the head of the yashiro commission, who was wrapped in rumor and mystery — was a big sore loser.

     there’s no way you just beat me!

the outburst makes sylvain laugh / unable to hide how he’s clearly amused by the adorable temper tantrum. it shows in the way he’s yet to make any attempts at leaving from where he rests atop of him, making sure ayato could see the horrible smirk he had in place ( as if there was any way for the other to even pretend he couldn’t notice it! ) body raises into an almost straddling position, knees shifting and the muscles in sylvain’s thighs flexing to make sure that even though ayato’s hands were free, he was very much still trapped underneath sylvain.

❛  it’s not very noble of you, to whine like this. shouldn’t someone of your social standing be able to take your losses in stride?  ❜ but sylvain knew he himself had played dirty. he had noticed the confidence; the arrogance and pride that melted into the way ayato swung his sword / stood his ground / the way ayato taunted his opponent with technique and skill he had clearly refined. 

but ayato has never sparred against sylvain before — sylvain who has battled and bested a myriad of opponents throughout the entirety of the regions / sylvain who has spent his childhood sparring against young kings with polearms and resentful youths with swords / sylvain who was taught early on by his scumbag of an older brother that if one does not fight dirty then one does not win.

     and what can sylvain say? he loves a harmless humbling. 

❛  a rematch? you haven’t even given me the opportunity to stand up, and you want me on top of you yet again?  ❜ that awful smirk grows and sylvain truly is something terrible. ❛  i didn’t know the clan's successor could be so bold.  ❜ ayato’s reaction is enough to have sylvain throwing his head back in laughter / narrowed eyes and canines sharp and intentions even sharper. 

pity is eventually the driving force that has him lifting himself off of ayato with ease, catching the hand that was covering his face in one smooth movement. it was easy enough to lift him up ( sylvain always teases that one day, he’d carry ayato in his arms —— but was he ever really just joking? ) sylvain isn’t quick to let go of the hand in his hold, though. instead he lifts it higher / brings it and the man attached to it close / close enough to where sylvain could press the ghost of his lips on dirt covered knuckles.

❛  i hope the little prince isn’t too angry that i ruined his winning streak. but isn’t it exciting, to have a rival? an opponent to beat?  ❜ the words were hushed, muttered into the space between ayato’s fingers and sylvain’s smile. the challenge went without mentioning; all too clear in the flicker in his eye and the glint of his teeth.

     fight me as often as you’d like — i’ll keep putting you in your place. 

but then distance is between them yet again and sylvain is already walking towards the kamisato estate without waiting for a reply, arms reaching upwards in a stretch. ❛  if it’s a rematch you want, then it’ll have to wait until later! the shrine maidens don't fancy a man who stinks of sweat, you know!  ❜ it was too easy to settle back into normality, but even so, sylvain leaves ayato with one more message.

❛  spar with me tomorrow! i'll be sure to clear my schedule so you can have me — for as long as you want me.  ❜

[heartsruin]

knightsdeath.

        felix hadn’t bothered trying to delude himself / to steel himself / to remain cold and impassive as people presume he is. loathe as he was to admit it near the beginning of this time apart ( how long as too long? the dramatics / romantics would say even mere moments, whereas the realists would say weeks that stretch into a month tests the nerves ) he has grown increasingly restless, unsettled in his skin, something inside of him riotous and frustrated, as if BEGGING TO RETURN WHERE IT BELONGS. it has made him increasingly snappish in his day to day life, with his management of the duchy, putting things back in order where they had fallen into mild disrepair. his manservant dealt with the overall brunt of it ( and had remarked, dryly, that perhaps the duke needed to spend some time, ah, recuperating … what? it’s not as though felix would keep someone so near who couldn’t deal with him ) while he threw himself into his fresh new duties with a unique aggression, teeth bared as if he were going to war all over again.

        he had wanted to see sylvain again. had missed him terribly, had even ——— ugh ——— yearned for his presence, a warm hand on his shoulder, lips on his brow. even relentless training wasn’t enough to process this frustration.

        and here : he devours the sight of him greedily, the swoop of his hair and the warmth of his eyes and the breadth of his shoulders / his beloved husband.

        sylvain runs, of course he does the besotted fool, and felix knows that he speeds up in turn and it should hurt to collide quite so directly with sylvain’s breastplate ( it aches, really, even through the layers that felix wears ) but why should he give a damn about that? oh, he’s certainly annoyed at its presence / because it’s yet another layer that separates them. but still : he throws his arms up and around sylvain’s neck, crushing his body as near as he can, clutching onto the edges of his armor as if through sheer force of will he could doff it and crawl his way nearer.

        he tucks his face into sylvain’s neck where he can and breathes / and it’s as though an essential piece of himself slots back into place. a heart beating again in time. i’ve missed you i’ve missed you i’ve missed you.

        IT’S OVERWHELMING, this rush of emotion, chest threatening to fracture beneath the weight of it all. sylvain dismantles his walls without even trying, now, with his mere presence. it doesn’t matter who else is in this hall so long as they don’t dare separate them / felix wouldn’t allow it, now.

        ❝ maudlin fool, ❞ it’s overwhelming / overwhelming / he leans back, against the solidity of sylvain’s arms as he pries one hand from his armor and grips his face, just this side of too tight, and pulls him down into a kiss. there’s an undeniable sense of desperation to it, too brief by half, but there’s something lurching in his heart, unwinding yet tightening in the same breath and he whispers ( mouths, more like ) ❝ i love you, idiot, ❞ against sylvain’s mouth. their own secret, tucked between sylvain’s ribs. who’s really the maudlin fool, here?

sylvain knew the sensation well / the all too unique feeling of finally coming home after eons away from that enveloping comfort — felix holds him close and sylvain swears he was close enough to hear the way his heart sings and sighs for him. it was impossible / near impossible to bring felix any closer and still he tried, pressing him and tucking him close and doing just about anything he could to break everything separating them and just have felix there. 

 but felix was here, wasn't he? no more did sylvain have to go day in and day out without seeing that unhappy scowl and those piercing eyes and that biting mouth — he holds felix and simply thinks; finally, you're home. i missed you i missed you i missed you. 

 sylvain matches every starving kiss with the same vigor / uncaring of what the other residents in the building would say or think. no, felix and sylvain had never once cared for the opinions of others and surely weren't about to start now ( just another way they've become so synonymous — two having become one so completely that did anyone really know where sylvain ended and felix began? where winter turned to summer and the flowers remained stiff with permafrost? was there even a sylvain without felix? questions that he hoped to never find the answer to / would rather die than know the answer to. )

❛  insulting me and then declaring your love to me.. how i've missed you, felix.  ❜ words spoken into the kiss / sprinkled with a laugh that's sure to agitate felix ( because he can't kiss sylvain if he's laughing ) but that's a risk sylvain was willing to take. he moves back, just a smidge to get another proper look at felix before bending down to kiss the crown of his head, moving to rest his forehead against the others. ❛  how was your journey? are you tired? what about your company? we've prepared meals for everyone in the dining hall.  ❜ nurturing nature overtakes him once the initial rush begins to edd away and it's only now that sylvain remembers it wasn't just felix who has made this journey. 

 it also dawns on him that there was a question that's yet to be asked — but sylvain wasn't sure he'd like the answer. how long will you be staying? it sits heavy on his tongue, loaded and ready to be fired but sylvain.. decided he was much too hungry to speak anything else.

[heartsruin]

windsrose.

𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐬  𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝,    &.    for  a  moment,    they’re  back  in  their  monastery  days;    mercedes  is,    at  the  very  least,    glad  that  he  seems  to  be  trying  to  do  better.    “    i  am,    too.    it’s  a  relief  to  see  that  you’re  as  spry  as  ever,    sylvain.    ”    mercedes  lingers  over  his  comment,    lingers  over  the  idea  of  responding──    fingers  fiddle  with  the  ends  of  her  hair,    shorter  now  than  ever  before.    would  it    [ … ]    be  embarrassing,    if  she  admitted  it  had  been  a  spur  of  the  moment  decision?    perhaps.    “    i  think  i  like  it  shorter,    though  annie  seems  to  mourn  the  ability  to  braid  it.    ”

she laughs and sylvain can feel the arrow pierce the very center of his heart; which is to say, he’s quickly realizing just how much he’s missed these simple interactions with fellow.. ex classmates? companions? the specifics of it all didn’t matter, not right now. ❛  if she ever misses the feeling, there’s always felix. i doubt even that sourpuss could say no to annie. but what matters is that you like it.  ❜ he watches the way her fingers play with the tips and wonders if her hair feels as soft as it looks. a sigh leaves him and sylvain shifts into an all too familiar tone of carefreeness — sending a lopsided smile her way. ❛  if only the circumstances were different.. i’d celebrate our reunion by inviting you to dinner so we could properly catch up. i suppose that’ll have to wait until after the war?  ❜

[heartsruin]

windsrose.

“    𝐢  𝐬𝐞𝐞  𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞  𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧  𝐨𝐮𝐭  your  hair.    ”    demureness  has  settled  into  her  bones,    between  the  soft  folds  of  layered  fabric,    with  a  forced  sort  of  elegance;    but  her  pleasant  joy  is  audible  to  see  her  friend  alive.    her  eyes  crinkle  with  her  smile──    this  reunion,    however  tenuous,    has  eased  her  spirit  nonetheless.    “    i  think  that  it  suits  you,    even  if  the  rest  might  say  you’ll  need  a  bit  of  a  trim.    ”  

the passing of time was as disarming as it was beautiful. to be reunited with her had served to remind of how long five years could truly be, offering his own smile in return. ❛  and you’ve cut yours. you’ve managed to become even more radiant since our last meeting.  ❜ insincerity is a permanent filter to the tongue but still does he try to show how genuine his next words were. ❛  as long as you find it nice, then who cares for the opinions of other people.  ❜ but it wasn’t enough — old habits too hard to break. and so, he tries again. ❛  i’m happy to see you alive, mercedes.  ❜

[heartsruin]

heavenlyprinciples.

“    𝐰𝐞  𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭  𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲  𝐠𝐞𝐭  𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬  during  this  time  of  year.    ”    the  crunch  of  snow  is  loud  in  the  otherwise  quiet  garden.    metal  claws  carelessly  drop  the  petals  of  winter  hardy  roses  as  she  speaks;    usually,    one  would  be  angrier  at  trespassers,    wouldn’t  they?    the  harbinger  simply  takes  it  in  stride.    another  flick  of  her  hand    &.    the  head  of  the  rose  is  discarded,    eyes  finally  sliding  over  to  the  other  with  an  amused  smile.  

“    most  are  too  scared  to  brave  the  cold,    but    [ … ]    i  take  it  you  must  be  different  from  them,    to  make  it  this  far.    ”

he’d heard the rumors / the ghost stories, more like. of the abandoned mansion tucked into the emptiness of the wasteland that was snezhnayan wilderness, of a demon’s castle where there was no form of escape, of a centerpoint for the fatui. sylvain was not fool enough to stroll in unaware of the infamy of the area and yet —— he had been fool enough to step inside. at least the company proved to be a welcome sight for the tired eyes. smile stretches and head bows to the master of the castle / he had enough common sense to know this wasn’t the appropriate time to tempt fate.

❛  of course i’m different — i’ve handled colder.  ❜ a brag? a simple observation? who’s to say. ❛  but that a beauty like you is the one who greets me in a place like this.. it’s something out of a novel.  ❜ one where his ending couldn’t be more sealed / buried in a grave. ❛  forgive me for stepping on your lands.  ❜

[heartsruin]

❛  you know,  ❜ the words are drawled out / carefully considered before being rolled out of his mouth in a twist of the lips. body is slumped against the chair and he was the very image of untroubled carefreeness, lazy smile and all. ❛  you have me pretty curious.  ❜ the position in his seat changes and now sylvain is; sitting to attention. focused on them / letting him know just where his attention lied. ❛  i can’t help but feel like you’re someone extraordinary. like you’re someone who can change my life.  ❜ gods, was he laying it on a bit too thick? hopefully the guy didn’t mind.

@viatorn​

[heartsruin]

uniquemagics​.

“If you wanna learn, I can teach ya.”  The offer is sincere, for all that it comes alongside a smirk that feels most untrustworthy.  After all, Ruggie knows his cooking skills are in high demand, especially amongst the kind of spoiled - rotten do - nothings that this school tends to draw.  What kind of monster would he be, not to offer lessons when another expresses interest in the food he’s cooked?

“For a price, of course.”  Ah, well, actually, he just wants some money.

ah, but wasn't this just the way the world worked? nothing was ever truly given for free / goodness of the heart was nothing more than a beautifully disguised lie that paved away to the true intentions. sylvain was well aware of this and that's why he doesn't bother to put up anything close to a fight, simple leans back into his chair and offers his company a relaxed smile. ❛  there's almost always a price to everything, isn't there? no worries, if it means you'll teach me how to cook, i'll pay just about anything.  ❜ a pause and then / that smile turns only slight rotten. 

❛  better i make things easier and pay up front than have you steal the payment from my pockets, right?  ❜

[heartsruin]

knightsdeath.

        is it better this way? easier this way? to tear away the attempt at softness and reveal the anger beneath? simpler, certainly. felix knows anger, its familiar face / claws sinking in / sylvain’s attempts at being GENTLE when it’s so clear that he wants to be furious—frustrated—angry with him he doesn’t know how to deal with, besides with undue anger of his own. he knows ( he knows he knows he knows felix doesn’t understand a great many things but he understands more than many give him credit for / people are complicated but sylvain ISN’T ) that sylvain is worried. knee—jerk reaction to his injury and perhaps if he were a different man he would want gentleness but ——— felix hugo fraldarius isn’t built for gentleness. or, perhaps he was, but here and now with his edges ragged and pain sparking with every movement and sylvain’s hand on his chest he thinks that sylvain’s attempts at masking his true feelings with a mockery of clemency would be worse than the blades that had cut him.

        ❝ the battle is over but there are still things to be done, ❞ things to tend do, supplies to see to, the survivors to lay eyes upon. all things that will be done by others / the boar prince and ashe and annette and ingrid and ——— others. but felix is ( … ) functional, or near to, but. please, please, please. is anything more undoing than a lover’s plea? he meets sylvain’s gaze again and / holds it. they do this song and dance again and again, both too foolish and stubborn not to rush into battle, and war is war. to escape battle wholly unscathed is rare / and every time sylvain gets hurt, felix feels himself consumed by misplaced rage and perfectly placed distress. because sylvain cannot leave him / as felix cannot leave sylvain. we’ll stay together until we die together.

        ❝ i, ❞ he sets his jaw / grits his teeth.  he knows that fear, that concern in sylvain’s face / knows it because it’s his own. please. sylvain’s hand is firm and warm against his chest and this, this firmness and this stubbornness and this loved mired in anger / fear. familiar. familiar. felix places his hand over sylvain’s, motions jerky, and his body feels cold. only sylvain’s touch is a warm focal point / burning him / and he leans back against his elbow. he winces at the small motion and wants to rage at himself for such ——— weakness. mortality. bleeding red. ❝ fine. i’ll rest for ——— tonight. ❞ more than, most likely.

sylvain understood plenty / a brilliant man who loved nothing more than to play the fool. there was little that managed to make it's way past him, spending too much time simply watching the world play out. even as a child, sylvain would dissect his surroundings; the way dimitri would trail after edelgard, even as children / the way miklan would poison their food and destroy their bond and would watch sylvain with unfiltered hatred in his eyes / the way felix would reach out to latch onto his hand and never let him go, not ever even consider the idea of letting sylvain go ( except he did, once. twice. countless times in their academy days but no, that's not fair. sylvain had let go first, hadn't he? but even so, here they are. )

sylvain was a smart man and sylvain was an awful man / he sees the way felix's jaw clenches at his plea and that's all it took for him to know he'd win this round. there's not a hint of recognition on his features though, staying as wounded as needed to until felix finally —— bent. it was low and it was dirty but felix was more stubborn than anything else ( nobody clung to life more than felix and yet, sylvain was fearful than most )  and sylvain knew this was the only strategy that allows for victory. a genuinely smile blossoms as relief floods the body and at least for tonight, felix would rest. tomorrow would be another fight to battle but today? sylvain can rest easily knowing felix would be fine. he was a man of his word, and in this sylvain had no doubt. 

❛  thank you.  ❜ and this was genuine too, a response from a heart that has been stripped bare and peeled back until the muscle was red and raw and bleeding ( just for felix / only for felix — ) he moves back only to make better accommodations for felix; a fluff of the pillow, a fix of the blankets, a caress of the cheek. you are human, my love. that is the unfortunate truth. ❛  are you hungry? i've told the nurses i'll be the one in charge of taking care of you, so don't feel shy about making selfish demands.  ❜ and this is how sylvain settles back into their normal — with a playful string of words and a childish smile / this is how sylvain shows that everything will be okay.

[heartsruin]

albrich.

        the mind weighs heavy ( seeking and seeking and always seeking and never quite finding but there are bits and shards and fragments that he collects in the palm of his hand ) and the soul is weary, but it’s easy enough to temporarily shed both in light of distraction. kaeya is nothing if not adept at compartmentalization, and with someone like sylvain around ( … ) well, all the better. he doesn’t quite preen beneath the attention, the obvious enjoyment at the sight of him alone / but he does laugh, and a small shower of snow falls from his hair. ❝ oh? not even somewhere remarkably warmer, with a warm fire and comforts?, ❞ suggestions, suggestions. it’s not as though he isn’t taking in sylvain, either. bright hair and warm eyes and a charming smile, breadth of his shoulders and all ——— they don’t bother to hide the steady once over they give before turning again, more snow falling, and stepping into pace with sylvain. ❝ myself included in this scenario, of course. i could hardly disclude myself from warmth, good conversation, and wine. ❞

kaeya was —— so peculiar. a mystery shrouded within layers upon layers of ice and snow and sylvain has never really been one to mind the cold, but even he was human enough to notice the freezing temperatures. had it truly been fate that reunited them like so? sylvain would never really know and so, he leaves the question untouched; it wasn't anything he really cared to find the validity to, anyways. ❛ someplace warmer would be ideal, but it's not exactly necessary. the only things required is that you're there, after all.  ❜ they fall into the perfect pace and suddenly dragonspine wasn't big enough / the roads coming to an end all too soon for his liking. attentive eyes dare to step away from the hazards on the road and shift to his company, taking in the sight of the cavalry captain powdered with freshly fallen snow. they almost looked ethereal / like royalty from a fairy - tale land. would announcing his thoughts earn sylvain some brownie points? ❛  why leave it to fantasies? if there's nothing that requires your immediate attention, we could go find ourselves some good wine, a warm corner of a room.. the thought alone is enough to warm me to my core.  ❜

[heartsruin]

reignsvir.

…  He resists the urge to snort at the coyness displayed, though it becomes especially difficult at the descent in pitch.  Almost endearing, the bartender would venture, were one’s gaze shaded in rosiness.  ❛❛ I’m only being hospitable, Sylvain, ❜❜  he murmurs, his own softer voice a juxtaposition to the civility of his words, but such was the point of social play, no point in mantling intentions when his actions spoke of blossoming partiality for the man in front of him.

❛❛ But oh ? ❜❜  A curious chuckle endowed as he slides the other a glass for taste testing, intending to get some progress done even if his companion was a little too fixated on flirting.  ❛❛ Were you intending to cut ties ?  A pity, and here I was growing accustomed to the company. ❜❜

diluc was truly playing a dangerous game with him. sylvain was a lion with the intellect of a fox ( which was to say: a predator, through and through ) and there wasn't anything he loved more in this world than games / would go as far to say he was one of the best players for these games. which was to say: surely diluc knew what he was getting himself into? languid smile stays in place as venomous tongue slides across his teeth, ready for the next taste. of what? aah, who knows!

❛  this is your standard hospitality? i see why many wish to claim the most eligible bachelor for themselves.  ❜ the glass lands in the open palm of his hand and he gives the contents a swirl of courtesy. ❛  although, i'm sure this is just one of many reasons.  ❜ and there it was — an opening for sylvain to strike. body leans forward over the counter, making sure diluc had a good look at that smug expression. ❛  you're enjoying my company? oh, i couldn't possibly leave now. and leave master diluc brokenhearted, all by his lonesome? not even i am that heartless.  ❜

[heartsruin]

heavenlyprinciples.

𝐚𝐡    [ … ]     𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬  𝐭𝐨  𝐚𝐢𝐦  for  the  man’s  jugular,    truly.    to  bite  down  on  the  exposed  flesh   /   skim  distorted  teeth  on  bone,    but  childe  doesn’t  think  he’s  healed  enough  from  his  little  endeavors  in  liyue.    he’ll  settle,    for  now;    he’s  eager  to  get  things  going,  enough  to  quicken  his  pace    &.    stay  side  by  side  with  sylvain.  (  *  𝘆𝗼𝘂  𝗰𝗮𝗻  𝗿𝘂𝗻,  𝗯𝘂𝘁  𝘆𝗼𝘂  𝗰𝗮𝗻’𝘁  𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗲.  )    “    don’t  worry,    don’t  worry!    i  wouldn’t  miss  this  opportunity  for  the  world,    comrade.    ”  

the  night  of  mondstadt  greets  them  both  as  he  swings  the  door  open,    quiet    &.    cheery.    there’s  an  old  snezhnayan  rhyme  on  his  tongue,    𝗼𝗳  𝗮  𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳  𝘄𝗵𝗼  𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴𝘀  𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻  𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱𝘀    [ … ]    it  doesn’t  know  why  it  pops  into  its  mind.    but  when  they  look  back  at  sylvain,    sizing  him  up  with  a  not  so  subtle  glint  in  their  eyes,    they  can  almost  imagine  it.    

sylvain  looks  like  he  could  drag  dead  men  off  the  battlefield,    anyways.  

“    i  wonder    [ … ]    you  know,    you  sure  do  look  like  you’d  know  a  way  around  a  fight  or  two.    ”    they  say  it  as  offhandedly  as  they  can──    with  a  winning  smile,    one    they’ve  used  so  many  times  before.    (    &.,    usually,    it  works  like  a  charm!    but  sylvain  has  been  nothing  if  not  surprising.    )    he  tilts  his  head,    then,    a  genuine  frown  sliding  on  his  face.  

“    ah,    maybe  you’d  humor  me  with  a  battle,    unlike  him    [ … ]    ”    childe’s  voice  trails  off  before  he  snaps  his  attention  back  to  the  present;    how  discourteous  of  him!    still,    a  part  of  it  wonders  if  the  other  gets  jealous.    (    *  𝗶’𝗺  𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮  𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲  𝘆𝗼𝘂  𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲.    )    “    i’d  love  to  see  your  abilities,    sylvain.    ”

the air in mondstadt was different than the one from back home; the most notable being how there was no constant chill in the air, biting at the exposed skin. the nighttime was warm / pleasantly warm / warm enough that sylvain would only last half an hour or so before needing some cold chill to cool heated skin. a being of frozen heart couldn't last long in these welcoming environments, after all! no doubt tartaglia could relate?

the comment catches him by surprise, throws off the suave smiles and sharp teeth for what might the most genuine expression sylvain has worn all night; confusion in honey eyes, brows slightly furrowed as his lips purse like the question of what do you mean? was just about to be released to the world. ah, but sylvain wasn't one for such shows of honesty on the first date and immediately everything was replaced with the usual facade — bright smiles and fake laughs. ❛  i'm not one to boast or brag but, i've been in a fair amount of skirmishes. nothing that's ever finished me, thankfully but enough to have gotten on death's bad side.  ❜

but sylvain was never one to simple leave the type to simply leave things where they lied and so he — goes to show off. stands nice and tall, let's himself stand at full height ( aw, childe was just a bit shorter.. how cute ) and reaches an arm up / curls the arm into himself and flexes / makes sure childe can properly see the muscles in his arm. ❛  they're not just for decor. besides, the ladies love a man who can sweep them off their feet.  ❜ a wink is what he ends the sentence with, giving tartaglia a once over one more time before deciding that — yeah, he could easily be picked up in any sort of manner. a mental note to be saved for later. 

ah, but the surprises just didn't end there! ❛  you want to fight me? i don't usually spar on the first date..  ❜ no, that was an activity that tended to happen after the evening has been spent and the truth behind his actions comes to light. childe wanted to skip the fun and go straight for the brawl? or maybe the fight was what he needed to light that fire — childe wouldn't be the first to fall in that category. ❛  i see whoever last brawled with you left a poor taste in your mouth.. i suppose i could wash it away, if you really want to fight me.  ❜ a laugh / a new type of game is about to begin. 

❛  then, we should find a more.. private place, no?  ❜

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my superhero power is that i can make you care about kh 

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you guys just wait until i reply to literally every single thing i owe on all my blogs

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prosp activated the kh in my brain so you can imagine where i might be today

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the way i treat myself is nothing short of abuse i am my own worst enemy

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sunhalf​.

Sylvain often is greedy with her, but Soma makes no complaints — it’s nice to be wanted so wholly.  Surely that means there is a Soma to want.  Surely that means she exists!!  They giggle softly at the kiss to their mouth, head tilting.  “Everybody knows I’m yours, Sylvain.”  It’s a teasing reply, for all that it’s true; hardly has any need to how off at this point, what with how affectionate they are with one another.  Yet, if the way they take his hand is any indication, they hardly mind.  “Always want be with you.  Lead the way.”

does everyone know? then that was even more reason to wrap his arms around her and remind the world of just how lucky he truly was. or maybe it was more to serve as a confirmation for himself, that she truly was back in his arms and that he hadn’t died in the midst of some pointless battle. ah, but that wasn’t a particularly charming option, was it? ❛  then this is my excuse to take you away for the remainder of the day.  ❜ and that’s exactly what he does, moving away to begin their walk. the destination? did that matter? ❛  it’s only just dawned on me to ask — i haven’t pull you away from something important, have i?  ❜

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ok who wants to help me villager hunt