#felix threads

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@smolcuriouskitten

Assassinations weren't unheard of as a contract for a Waystone, far from Felix's own wheelhouse, sure, but not unheard of. You didn't send a mimic to merc a guy unless everyone else was busy, or the bosses didn't care about retaining the client. Not because he was incapable, it simply wasn't his specialty.

Fae travel only worked if he knew the specifics, knew exactly where to step out of the paths, otherwise it was guess work and a risk. One not worth it for a job, so he stepped out from the pathways into the brisk city air of the office building's roof. He pulled on a pair of gloves, a nice black leather that matched his perfectly neat suit, and looked around.

Company was unexpected, but didn't miss a beat, not even acknowledging how he'd appeared from nowhere, "If you're jumping, can you wait? Maybe give it twenty minutes. I don't need police attention on this place right now."

[bbyunc]

felix being boyfriend material || a thread.

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@ofmagicallonging

Felix wasn't sure what he expected. There was never going to be a quiet, private moment where his family met Robin and gushed over their return. It just wasn't their way. Still. The level of pageantry it was clear his mother was gearing up for in the court was a lot to spring on someone from outside. He got it, a big dramatic story of a wayward prince and the romantic ending, they needed to sell it to the citizens. It needed to be flashy, and that level of required preparation. But she could've given them a day at least.

The court's external buildings circled a large amphitheatre cut into the stone, which was full of life as people ran about, following the demands of a tall, elegant woman with curved horns dripping in silver and jewels, and a long fur coat that trailed behind her.

Far away, against the walls, Felix let out a long sigh. "I suspect that we're in for a long night, butterfly." He placed a hand against Robin's back, "If you want to rest at all, we should try not to draw attention." If someone saw them it would be over in a crowd of excitement, and they'd never get a moment alone to just settle in. "We should get you warmed up and alone first, before you're pulled into the spotlight, cause, sweetheart, we are not getting any peace for a week."

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@ofmagicallonging

There had long been rumors, some kind of grudge between the Waystone higherups and some court. Dragged on for decades of equally balanced espionage and counter action. Going nowhere slowly but refusing to back down. Fae could be stubborn, and the Waystones didn't like to lose what they saw as their property.

With the news of a death, it all ended abruptly. No more being sent away to try and find the tiniest sliver of completely necessary information, not more performing to a crowded hall and hoping, later, someone would drop their guard enough to talk to the bard who clearly had no ill intent. All stopped.

Felix was called back only hours later, watching as a new contract was written up and signed, feeling its words searing into his being as it copied into place.

We thought you'd have a lot in common. It was the only explanation given, and more than usually offered. Then off he was sent. Expected to drag some other poor fucker into that life, away from his own and whatever sense of freedom or self he had. It was just another job.

All that time and some hidden changeling prince was there. Just there. Acting human and existing in the world like it was nothing. If he cared about the reputation of the Waystones he'd almost be embarrassed for them, luckily he didn't. It was annoying at most, and, more realistically, fucking hilarious. They deserved to have all that time wasted.

Lingering strings of magic clawed at Felix's skin as he walked to the front door. Still warm like a fresh dead body, the last thing to wither away. It clung to him like a spider web, and was stepped through as easily, no longer the tightly woven mesh of protection and obscuration. But it was still there. That love was still there. Whoever had hidden the changeling away had gone to great lengths. A spell like that wouldn't have been easy, it wouldn't have been cheap.

As ridiculous an ending to the whole chase as it was, he rang the bell. He waited for it to open, felt the thrum of recognition from his orders, and flashed an unnervingly bright smile at the young man.

"So. I've got good news and bad news, your highness." Felix checked his nails, letting a swirl or visible ice and magic spin around them. "Let me know if we're doing this the easy way or the hard way, okay? I don't want to get this shirt sweaty, there's a distinct lack of dry cleaners in Faerie."

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@bcntbouquet continued from X

"Oh. Sweetheart," Felix chuckled, managing to make it as condescending as possible, head tilted back ever so slightly, allowing him to look down on the young man even more. "You do not know the fae if you think that's an insult. We love our word games and puns, and what is a jester but an excuse to insult a royal while playing those games?"

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Open RP

Open to: all. Potential connections: anything from strangers to fwbs.

Rain hammered down on the city, heavy and cold, creating little rivers between the drains along the road. Puddles forming in growing potholes, some drivers carefully avoided them, while others intentionally sought them out, slamming a wave of disgusting city run-off water cascading onto nearby pedestrians. Headlights rippled across the wet ground, every bright light cause the rain and lit it up.

Safely dry and sheltered under an awning, Felix watched it all go by. The cafe's outdoor seating was empty besides him and a dog, waiting patiently for their owner inside to pick up a coffee. Every time a pedestrian would linger too long out front, checking their phone or looking around, a waitress would appear to coincidentally dislodge the rain slowly building and weighing down the awning. A highlight of her day, and part of the reason Felix was sitting there. Front row seats.

Lucky for the newcomer, however, despite being a bit damp, their outfit was a cut above the drab suits and office appropriate greyscales that had come before it, far too nice to let it get soaked.

"If I were you I'd get out of the rain, or start singing, Gene Kelly, choice is yours. But there is a very bored waitress who will be ruining your day in about twenty seconds if you don't move away from there."

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Starter for @ofmagicallonging

As far as relocations went, the shadow fae court wasn't the worst. Maybe it could do with some brightening up, but he could appreciate commitment to an aesthetic, and he looked good in Victorian gothic to match the city's architecture and the castle's styling. And for rules, they were easy enough to follow, nothing that restrictive. Even if, in his opinion, honesty was a weak showing as a clause. Far too easily worked around and ignored, at least for someone who grew up playing those word games.

His student, of all damn things, was a decent enough kid, too. With a level of naivety that made it easy to understand why the king wanted him protected.

"I've got two choices for todays lesson plan," Felix started as they walked down the echoing halls, "We can brush up on your socio-political history of the courts, spend a few hours pouring over the books and histories in the library. Or-" He paused as they passed the large open archway to the main event hall, "A young prince should be able to hold his own on the ballroom floor, know how to entertain and host as well as any king or queen."

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@ofmagicallonging🍑 (robin)

Felix flinched, then chuckled. He pulled out his earbuds, letting them dangle from his tank top, and straightened up, squats would have to wait. Apparently the scandalously short athletic shorts had done their job.

"You want to go grabbing me like that sweetheart you better be ready to wine and dine me, too. Or at least give a girl a ride home after." Felix winked over his shoulder and raised a brow in challenge as he popped that ass back for Robin, "Up to you."