˚✧₊⁎ where Felix plays the piano instead of telling you how he feels
˚✧₊⁎ word count: 354
˚✧₊⁎ note: it’s been so long since i’ve posted and i’ve never written ACTUAL fanfiction ever,,,, so if it’s bad Don’t tell me please! 😇 I know LL is dead basically but Felix is still in my Mind….. i love him…
Felix can’t tell you he loves you.
Well, not yet. Not because he’s not sure, or because he’s scared—even though he is. He doesn’t want to scare you off. You with your bright eyes and silvery, warm laughter, your gentle hands that touched him only every so often. Hands he wished would touch him more often. He was only here to help you get home. He had to remember that.
Right now, you’re sat side by side on a piano bench, elbows bumping and knees pressed together. Felix had asked if you wanted to hear something he’d been practicing (though he left out the fact that he only practiced it for you). The amber candlelight flickered, shadows coming and going, dancing across the room. Your face cast in a velvety, warm light that made Felix’s heart ache. His eyes lingered on the shadow of your lashes against your cheek, and oh, how badly he wanted to be allowed to want it—to want you.
You cleared your throat, snapping him out of his daze. Felix quickly sat up straight, mumbling a quick apology and flipping through the sheets of music sitting in front of him. You cracked a joke, but he barely heard it. He swallowed thickly, his hands kneading together in his lap. He’d played in front of you plenty of times, but this was different. He so desperately wanted your approval, your praise. With one final look up at you, he brought his hands up to the keys.
It started out clumsy at first, his fingers slipping on the smooth ivory of the keys, and Felix cringed at himself. He tried to focus on anything but your eyes on him. His tense muscles gradually relaxed, and his fingers steadily glided across the keys thoughtlessly, the notes light and fragile. He wondered if you could feel it: the aching, the sick desperation, the nearly painful tenderness he felt for you. He wondered if you could hear what the notes were saying, what his hands coaxed out of the piano. I want you. You are something to me that nobody else is. I’m sorry I can’t say it out loud. I love you. I love you. I love you.
˚✧₊⁎ where Felix plays the piano instead of telling you how he feels
˚✧₊⁎ word count: 354
˚✧₊⁎ note: it’s been so long since i’ve posted and i’ve never written ACTUAL fanfiction ever,,,, so if it’s bad Don’t tell me please! 😇 I know LL is dead basically but Felix is still in my Mind….. i love him…
Felix can’t tell you he loves you.
Well, not yet. Not because he’s not sure, or because he’s scared—even though he is. He doesn’t want to scare you off. You with your bright eyes and silvery, warm laughter, your gentle hands that touched him only every so often. Hands he wished would touch him more often. He was only here to help you get home. He had to remember that.
Right now, you’re sat side by side on a piano bench, elbows bumping and knees pressed together. Felix had asked if you wanted to hear something he’d been practicing (though he left out the fact that he only practiced it for you). The amber candlelight flickered, shadows coming and going, dancing across the room. Your face cast in a velvety, warm light that made Felix’s heart ache. His eyes lingered on the shadow of your lashes against your cheek, and oh, how badly he wanted to be allowed to want it—to want you.
You cleared your throat, snapping him out of his daze. Felix quickly sat up straight, mumbling a quick apology and flipping through the sheets of music sitting in front of him. You cracked a joke, but he barely heard it. He swallowed thickly, his hands kneading together in his lap. He’d played in front of you plenty of times, but this was different. He so desperately wanted your approval, your praise. With one final look up at you, he brought his hands up to the keys.
It started out clumsy at first, his fingers slipping on the smooth ivory of the keys, and Felix cringed at himself. He tried to focus on anything but your eyes on him. His tense muscles gradually relaxed, and his fingers steadily glided across the keys thoughtlessly, the notes light and fragile. He wondered if you could feel it: the aching, the sick desperation, the nearly painful tenderness he felt for you. He wondered if you could hear what the notes were saying, what his hands coaxed out of the piano. I want you. You are something to me that nobody else is. I’m sorry I can’t say it out loud. I love you. I love you. I love you.
are you the person who designed the marking Felix got from the god? just wondering who to ask for permission as I would love to get it tattooed one day 🙂↕️
Hey, I did not design this or Felix's last outfit, but it was sort of a group effort so I don't think there's any one specific person to ask permission from. I went looking for a clearer image for you but if there was one, it's gone now.
If you'd like to get a tattoo of it, follow your heart.
I don't want to answer more LL asks because it's been so long since I worked on it and I've moved on, plus I don't want to speak for anyone else. But have one last piece of very old art for the road. Please consider it fanart and unofficial.
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