David never had an issue with confrontation, his blood always on edge, ready to boil. His anger usually melding perfectly with his eagerness to challenge, but his stubbornness seems to have fully corked any desire to pursue after the one thing he truly desires.
The entity always senses when the survivors find a sort of rhythm, their only semblance of peace, and destroys it. It's never enough to take their lives and twist them into the being's sadistic fantasy, instead needing to feed on their emotional turmoil as well. Spilling their previous lives and secrets without a second thought. And unfortunately it was David's turn.
It had been just another day of trials, which had almost become 'easier' as of late, able to escape in solidarity with little interruption. But it was evident as he reached the warming glow of the campfire that it was not just another day. Peering into the pale faces of his fellow survivors looking at him with something akin to pity. He wasn't sure what to expect from the long glances but he never could've prepared himself for the whisper the crow passed along to him.
"David King is gay."
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The air had been different ever since, especially with his outburst following the revelation. Immediately jumping up to face everyone, barking to inquire if anyone had any issues. Finding no use in looking stupid trying to deny it, any fact whispered from the crows had been proven to be fact. Luckily enough if anyone did have any issue they kept to themself upon viewing his beet red face, full of anger. The only one who had tried to step up to him was Felix, never even getting out a word before David is brushing past him. Leaving him to stand amongst the group, only allowing him to stare at his back as he fades into the darkness of the tree line.
Felix observed this wasn't necessarily unlike him to act out like this, after 'solving' a problem he'll run off to isolate himself until his friends step in to help him regulate. And more often than not, it was Felix helping him with this. Contrary to every other time however, Felix couldn't get close enough to even talk to him. David always managed to avoid him with expertise. Their 'free time' was always spent alone, David would hide himself away, never letting Felix catch wind of where he was until he was swept away into a match. Even within the small confines of the Entity's arenas he was near impossible to find, only ever seeing David when he was on the verge of death. David would always come to his aid, unhooking and patching him up but once finished he was on his way without another word. Sprinting off into a distant direction that Felix could never truly track down.
Felix found his behavior frustratingly aggravating. He understood the severity of the situation, the implications it holds but avoiding everyone wouldn't change the facts. And it certainly won't change his opinion of the other, although his reaction is making Felix second guess if David ever really trusted him as a friend in the first place. That thought was the straw that broke the camel's back, this was not only in David's best interest now but in his own. It had been weeks since he was able to properly communicate with him and it was too long for him to let it continue any further. He wasn't as hardheaded as David, but he could be just as blunt and only cared for the truth. So next chance he saw to corner the bull, he would.
Unfortunately, it was easier decided than done, the next few days ever similar to the last couple weeks. David just as avoidant when their schedules overlapped, even as Felix's attempts for his attention begin ramping severity. Even purposely sacrificing himself during matches didn't garner the attention he was begging for anymore. Each failed attempt only amplified his frustration until he was close to boiling over, and eventually he couldn't take it anymore. He waited at the campfire for David's return. The aura he radiated was volatile and it caused the air to still, no one wishing to face his rath, knowing just as well how much he loathed the situation. His posture only emphasized this, his hands interlocked in one another, covering his mouth as his eyes bore holes into the entrance to their 'sanctuary'. He was waiting for the exact moment his prey would appear in the doorway, and when it did, he pounced.
Pushing from the log he was previously sat, he speeds past the others returning and straight up to David. His face was even as always, hiding whatever storm hid in the confines of his mind. This look only pissed Felix off further, and it wasn't until he was firmly gripping at David's wrist that he gave any reaction. He doesn't even pay attention to the other reactions shot their way, surprised by his own outburst. Too focused on the small victory from David, needing to chase down more as it wasn't enough to satisfy.
"You will follow me, or so help me I will kill you myself." He spits out, accent thickly laced on each word. His words implied a choice but his hold on the other's wrist was strong enough to burn if he decided to go against his request. After several hundred meters David had enough with being pulled at and yanked his hand away, turning Felix to face him in the process.
"Will you cut the shit? What the fuck do you want from me?" David wasn't quite yelling but his tone held an edge that tipped Felix over.
"What do I want from you?! I don't know, maybe for you to quit running away from me like a school child, to tell me how you feel like a grown adult, to explain your actions, hell even to explain why I'm the one you avoid the most after something so significant happens! I thought I was important to you but clearly I was just something to use and abuse when you feel like it, right?!" Felix knew he was pressing buttons he shouldn't be, but this was the only choice David had given him. And based on the way his face contorts, it was at least working. But it wasn't apparent just how much his worked against the other until David is threading his fingers within the starch fabric of Felix's shirt and pushing him backwards until his back slams against the rough bark of a pine tree.
"Is that really how you feel?" His face and stance still hold an overwhelming aggression but his voice wavers with uncertainty, trying to stay strong but seemingly crumbling.
"What else am I supposed to think, David?" His own tone strong as ever, showcasing just how agitated he is; especially now as pain shoots up his spine. "You've thrown me to the wind, for weeks. I thought we were friends, but I can't even ask if you're alright without you leaving me to wonder if you ever even cared for me at all." His shouts subside but the words press into an already open wound just as deep. He didn't even have a chance to process the way David's face scrunches in cringe from Felix's use of the word 'friends' before lips are roughly pressed against his own. The kiss is rough, bones pointing against each other, emotions running rampant through the forceful weight David presses into Felix. Tensed jaws settle and clenched eyes flutter open as David pulls away and the only sensation present is the sound of their ragged breaths.
As the silence grows louder, Felix's patience continues to thin. "Fuck you, this is the reason you've been avoiding me so adamantly?" Felix's fingers clenches into David's shirt in anger, David's head only hangs in disappointment as if this is the exact reality he feared. "I fucking hate you." But his next actions only seemed to debunk the words as they leave his mouth. Pulling David in by the collar, kissing him, and pressing himself flush against the other. Being so deprived from his attention that he can't help but chase the one way he receives it. Felix can feel the initial shock the other holds but as their lips move languidly it slowly seems to slowly fade from him, soon replaced with something else. David's shoulder slump and tears soon slip down his cheeks, invading the boundaries of Felix's mouth, causing him to pull away. At this David tenses, hands quickly shooting up to hold onto Felix but gentle hands rest against his own, allowing to him to rest once more. He doesn't know if he has the energy to try anymore but he doesn't need it as Felix pulls him into a tight hug, pressing David's head into his neck.
Time passes, he isn't sure how long it is before David pulls from him all he knows is that it feels like too soon when he does so. David's head is still hung, only looking at the ground. Felix decides to push his luck and lift his head to meet his eyes, he didn't wait this long to stare at the top of his head. David's eyes dart around, finding it hard to hold his gaze; embarrassed with the way he treated the one he loves. Even in the subtle moonlight Felix can see the slight pink blotches that canvas across David's cheeks, brushing at them for any of the stray tears that linger there. He opens his mouth to speak but before he can take in the breath to start he's being interrupted.
"I'm sorry." He tries to keep his energy but the tone he offers in defeated.
"You don't have to-" Felix tries to console, before silenced once more.
"No, I do have to." He leans back on his own heals to fully look at Felix. His eyes determined to hold the one thing that still means anything to him. "It's not your fault that my secret was shared, it's not your fault that I was scared of the repercussions, and the horrid way I treated you isn't your fault. I all but threw you in the bin, and for that I'm sorry." Felix can tell he's no longer melancholy but instead angry at himself as he tone shifts. He doesn't want to lose him to the emotion though, so he presses his hand subtly against David's cheek. Not missing the way he carefully eases into the hold, sighing silently.
"You're right, it isn't my fault." He can feel David prepare himself for the worst news, but it never comes his way. "But that doesn't mean I don't understand why you did it." He pauses. "Know that I am still very upset with you over what happened but we will work on it, right?" His smile is weak, tired but needing to show he's still here and always will be. And to David it felt like more than he could ever pay back, but he was thankful for any chance Felix offered him; even though he was certain he didn't deserve such a curtesy.
"For you, I'll do anything." David mumbles into the collar of Felix's shirt, after pressing himself against him once more. Gripping tightly onto his entire world, vowing to never let go of it again.
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Dedicating this to my most recent follower, hoping you find more Dalix content after this.
I found these beautiful things on my computer, drawn like last fall by @gw2juxorah. I wanted to color them and post them here because they are great (she reluctantly gave permission lol). They were based on some sort of ask meme thing so that’s where the expressions come from.
