“You did not just throw that pillow at me!” with Leonie and Felix? I know they're a pretty rare pair but I just rlly like them kejhfge
(dude, I am here for ALL the rarepairs. And Leonie is my girl so I don’t mind a bit. post-war based on their non-Blue Lions end card)
“You should cut your hair.”
The comment came without provocation. In fact, Leonie wasn’t even looking at Felix. She had been brushing her hair and staring into the fire. It had been a long day, and it was easy to just zone out and repeat the motion.
“It can get in the way when you fight,” Felix went on when she didn’t respond.
“Then you should cut your hair,” Leonie fired back, tucking the brush back into her bag.
Felix sniffed disdainfully. “I tie mine back. You just let yours do whatever. You should let me cut it.”
Leonie hummed like she was giving it thought before standing and stretching. “Nope.”
“Fine. Don’t expect me to save you when it flies in your face and you miss an shot.”
“You’re suppose to help me so I don’t need saving in the first place. That’s what partners do.” She threw her bag over her shoulder. “Put out the fire, it’s time for bed.” Trusting him to follow the order without complaining, Leonie stepped into their tent.
A few moments later, Felix followed her inside. The single lamp in the corner of the tent lit his frown. “I mean it, Leonie. What if someone grabs it and pulls you off your horse? Or it gets tangled in your quiver and you can’t get an arrow? Or--”
“Wow, you’ve really given this a lot of thought, huh?”
“I--” Felix’s hands curled into fists. Then he let them go with a deep sigh. “I’m just worried, that’s all. With Jeralt’s old mercenary group joining us, I finally feel like we’re in a good spot. I don’t...”
Leonie, who had been dressing for bed as he spoke, finally stepped towards him. She took his hand gently. “I could say the same about you, y’know? Now that we have a good thing going, it could be ruined any second. But we can’t think like that.” She tried for a smile. “Maybe we should both cut our hair? Do couples get matching hair styles?”
He scoffed but squeezed her hand. “That sounds absurd.”
“I’m so glad you think so because I definitely didn’t want to do that.” Felix laughed, looking relaxed at long last. She kissed his cheek. “Get ready for bed. We have a long march tomorrow.”
Some months ago, one of their tents had been destroyed in a storm. Felix and Leonie had shared the remaining tent that night. Since it had worked out so well, Leonie had proposed just sharing a tent from now on and saving the money. She wasn’t certain how they had moved on to sharing bedrolls but she wasn’t complaining.
Felix got into bed first, sword laying at his side as always, and untied his hair. He took a lock in his hands and wrapped it around his finger thoughtfully. An idea came to Leonie and she grabbed a hair tie, a mischievous smirk growing as she worked her hair. “Hey, what if I wore it like this?” she said, turning to him and pointing.
Felix blinked back to himself and looked up at her, a scowl forming. “It looks like mine did in school.”
“Yeah! Figure if it was good enough for you then--” Something soft smacked her in the face. Leonie caught the object as it slid off her. “You did not just throw a pillow at me.”
“Then you might want to get your eyes checked.”
With a growl, Leonie jumped on top of him, mushing the pillow into his face instead. Felix laughed as he tried to twist out of the way. Just like that-- the tension of the future, or any potential futures, was gone. Leonie didn’t want to talk about hair for the rest of the night. And apparently, she realized as Felix grabbed her by the waist and rolled them over, Felix didn’t want to do much more talking at all.
(Send me a pair and a Soft Prompt!)
