@omartyrs ─ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕.
save me your pity , he almost says , because sylvain knows envy like nothing else. ( someone’s brother had loved him , that much is certain. ) they both know it’s untrue , but then again , he’s always been good at crushing his words down for others. “ shouldn’t you rest up ? ” is what he says instead , up on his feet & free arm outstretched , waiting.
─ not that , of course , he’s waiting to sweep felix off his feet & back into his seat like a bride. ( no , he thinks felix would kill him before he could even do it. ) instead , open palm turns into a fist & sylvain lets it drop back to fix his sling. at least it hadn’t been his dominant hand , he thinks. “ truly , felix , you wound me. ”
stay just a bit longer , is what goes unsaid. whether or not felix does ... well , sylvain’s content to nestle back & relax , if only for another moment. a small reprieve from war. “ anymore & manuela might have to keep me for longer. can’t even spare the slightest bit of your pity , for your childhood friend ? ”
