Maxim, 21, cosplayer, starsworn-recruit
Moments of relevance to my MCs relationship to Felix - feel free to skip
Everywhere Maxim appears he is known to be a ray of sunshine. The confident class president that volunteers wherever he may help others, working part-time to support his dad, while still ace-ing all subjects and bringing victory to the team with his athletic skills. Loved, admired and idolized, just how it's expected from him.
Max kindness instantly drew Felix in. Touchstarved, wierd Fe, who wore his heart on the sleeve and saw a blurred image of his past lovers gentle smile. The Problem: Max is unable to deal with love. It's the worst pressure to him, something that puts him under the constant fear of disappointing the other party. Felix affection, the care beyond friendship, was softly unsettling him.
In contrast to Clemency, Maxim seems to be a natural at magic. But his internal emotional instability causes many spells to go haywire on him. Felix learned the hard way that his laissez-faire tutoring style has the risk of Max accidentally destroying his study. Eventually Felix reorganized the stack of books for his apprentices and only left him with the theoretic lectures. Practical training was restricted to the moments when they were together.
The young mage was soft and gentle in his romantic advances. Hesitant at first. but at the end of the day, when he had been alone perched up in his study, Felix always checks on him. At times Maxim would be sent to the market to get tools, food or fresh tea. Even if Fe 's not nearby it still feels as if he is watching out for him, feeling protective after the Celena incident. Thought he couldn't protect him from Rime's wrath.
Rime's hatred burned so brightly. All the good, that was said about the old captain didn't fall in line with the man before him. Max ruined a life, left a man with no place to call home, neither a house, nor people. All because Maxim had selfishly clung to the to the most convenient solution of getting out of the mess the Astrolabe brought him into. He felt pathetic, unworthy of love, disgusting.
The kiss that breathed life back into his dead body was too much to handle. Sure, Felix was handsome, fairly attractive from an objective point of view. Max thought of his adorable passionate way of ranting, the coy smirk when he feels confident enough to be a little prick. Dread rose up in the redhead's chest at the prospect of rejecting a boy that was in the process gift him a portion of his own life.
The guilt of being responsible for someone's misfortune ate him up from the inside. Max closed off completely. He needs to get home, where he belongs. Dead set he wouldnt let Felix get close, wouldn't hurt him when the point comes. It'll leave Felix and Rime to one another, to be lovers once more, ... right?
So every day over and over again he stared to remind Felix, that he still had to save his old love, that there was still hope for them. That he shouldn't settle for less than what he is worth. He asked the mage to tell him stories of the old times. Those memories Max created a deep respect of the man that Rime had once been.
After the incident with the Lord of Shadows, and meeting the ex-captain on less hostile ground, the fear of the man that he had become lessened. Once Felix returned to the living, magic lessons were cut entirely. Meanwhile Max joined Fe in his depressive state. If he was better at handling the Astrolabe, faster at opening portals, Felix would still have his powers. Rime would have managed.
Throughout his own frustration with his slow recovery progresses Felix never neglected telling Max how much he appreciated his company, how he was exactly what Fe needed. Seeing as Felix never in all that time blamed any of this mess they were in on the redhead, Maxim started to accept his affection. And even if he felt like he didn't deserve any of it, by God, did he crave it.
To be added to once I figure, where this goes