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' felix , you need to stop talking about your hands. people keep telling me what they think , and i'm worried. ' DKDSLSDJDK
❝ ——— don’t bother. i hardly care what people think about how i speak of my treasured hands. ❞ a swordsman treasures his hands, after all.
Felix stop paying attention to your sword. I’m right Here
———— at this rate he may well become desensitized to her presence which carries with it a DANGEROUS NOTE / considering his constant state of hyper vigilance and paranoia / but she is no threat to him beyond being a distraction and a hindrance to his day to day life ( rather judgmental, no? when surely, surely, any and all could be a threat for all that HE SEEMS HER NOT TO BE / a simple cruelty. ) but she’s back. and back. and back again, intent on either watching him or impeding his training by simply PLACING HER PRESENCE IN PROXIMITY and it makes his skin crawl. this attention. this woman. this infuriating woman.
ignoring her only goes so far considering how stubborn she is / against how stubborn he is / yet it’s often his impatience with her persistence that gives way, and isn’t that all the more frustrating?
but yes. he’s ignoring her / or attempting to / but there’s a listless energy to him with the lack of sparring partners or anything TRULY STIMULATING beyond the blade and the method and the steadiness of his breathing and the clarity of his mind. though that clarity is beginning to get muddied by her and her watching eyes and her INFURIATING TENACITY which, under most other circumstances, would earn her an iota of respect from him for sheer willpower alone. alas, she’s chosen to bother HIM of all people.
and thus : his irritation. how repetitive.
she’s saying something and something and something and, ❝ ———— felix, you really should look at someone when they’re talking to you, i know you can hear me, ❞ and perhaps it’s her tone ( almost musical and lilting in a way that would often be pleasing to the ear if it didn’t grate on his nerves quite so terribly ) that he despises so heavily. beyond her constant presence and strange fixation with him, of course. ugh.
when he turns there is CLEAR FRUSTRATION on his face / as is to be expected / the steadiness of his training giving way to something far more base and uncontrolled / and his thoughts shift. a decision is made / as he sheathes the blade that he was using and stalks past her to the wall just beyond where his training bag lays and he pulls from it his bow and quiver and false clay doves.
❝ stop harping and make yourself useful, ❞ there’s a tightness to his voice as he throws the bag in her general direction as he passes her, again, not even bothering to check if she caught the bag before it crashed to the ground. his targets for practice BREAKING would be a surefire way to incense him further, of course, but he finds himself so keyed up that he simply wants to GET THIS OVER WITH so perhaps, perhaps, she’ll leave him alone.
he doesn’t spare her even a brief glance as he crosses to the outdoor area of the training yard / fully expecting her to come along regardless of her wishes or wants or whatever it is she’s doing with him. and he : nocks an arrow and pulls back the bowstring and then, finally / finally sends her a sidelong glance.
❝ ———— well? ❞
@opratic // felix pls be nice to her she’s hot
also this was a two pt inbox call hi mimi ily and ur felix sm like ur writing is so balanced and fluid, ur descriptions match situations perfectly, and i dont care abt canon felix anymore ur felix is now all i need to know and care abt intsys wants what u have
rosh i just saw this and i swear to god i’m already emotional and fragile today and i’m about to fall apart this is so fucking sweet??? and like???? honest to god your takes on dorothea AND petra and all of your muses ever are so thought out and wonderful and incredibly galaxy brain of you??? your portrayals are all that i care about now???? canon and intsys can all fuck off cause YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE I RESPECT IN THIS HOUSE with these characters so like. your house now. your canon now. wow i love your ocs teehee ———— and also like. thank u. for being so goddamn amazing and also incredibly sweet and like??? wow. wowwee. wowzers, you’re utterly fantastical and stupendous.
@opratic said: ❝ i had a dream about you. ❞ prompt. accepting.
HER FEATHER PEN STRAYS FROM ITS PATH, the ink marking a river from one unfinished word to the one beneath it. despite how long she’s worked on it, her ruined assignment is the FARTHEST thing from edelgard’s mind. she takes a moment to decipher dorothea’s words, but something within her abdomen bucks against her pleading, steadying hand. how direct her friend was, how genuine she was, HOW BEAUTIFUL—– her eyebrows rise as a warm flush coats her cheeks in a familiar cermine. this sort of feeling forces her to look up in coy shock; whatever made its home at the nape of her heart unravels now.
❝ is that so ? ❞ she speaks slowly, carefully, lest her blush spread to her mind—– lest it push her to voice her heart’s veracious affections. THE EMPEROR & THE SONGSTRESS: ENRAPTURED IN THEIR ENDLESS DANCE AROUND ONE ANOTHER, enraptured in each other. ❝ will you leave me guessing as it to what exactly i did in this dream of yours ? i have to say, dorothea, i hope i haven’t been too overbearing as to even haunt your nightly respite. ❞
customarily FLOWERS are brought to congratulate someone on their performance ———— he can recall, in the deep recesses of his half-fractured and still healing memory, clutching flowers in his arms and his brother’s hand and her smile / and her ———— but his arms are empty : AS IS TO BE EXPECTED, REALLY. nonetheless he finds himself lingering near the stage door, not quite certain why he remains beyond the fact that she had seen him / or he remains fairly certain that she did / and there’s little use in running away at this point. and he had said he would show up, besides. so there he stands, arms crossed and empty and gaze roaming ( paranoid and paranoia and frenetic energy, still ) about the crush of the crowd behind him.
until she appears !! THE GLIMMERING STAR IN THE NIGHT or whatever it is that people take to calling her and he considers her. her and what he had just bore witness to and her voice : resonating cleanly over the audience. ❝ you did well, ❞ is what he settles on saying, trying to cut her off before she can begin.
@opratic // sing your heart out , carry it in your throat
@opratic / 𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂 .
` I’d hardly call myself one , if i’m being honest. ’ Nobility —— what has that ever meant to him anyways? Kamui spoke with salubrious ease , despite it all. What has that ever meant to him? The feeling of the question alone prods in his head , and he could feel the knives dip into his skin like butter , the knives in his skin , the knives in his skin. The tools that——
He smiles. ` Buuut I suppose that is what I am. . Still , I hope that doesn’t affect our friendship any! ’
❛ hey hey, doro - chan ~ ! check this out. ❜ with a grand flourish, he raises a pointed finger high in the air and swings it back down at a confused (but still very fluffy) calico cat before him. a second passes, then two — it blankly stares up at him before wearily flopping over on its side. ❛ isn’t he neat? i call him joasty. ❜ / @opratic.
‘ ingrid , you know i can’t seem to come up with a nickname for you ... none of them are as cute as you. ’ no homo tho haha
❝ oh , i - ❞
SHE’S RENDERED NEAR SPEECHLESS at the sudden compliment , cheeks slightly reddened as well . by now , she was used to small flirtations &&. the like – usually given to her by people who wanted her more for her crest than herself – but this instance was different . there was no ulterior motive , no prize for dorothea to win .
❝ thank you . you’re… ❞ she clears her throat . it was obvious that she had no idea what she was doing . but she couldn’t just say nothing , it would be impolite &&. , well , the fact of the matter was that she wanted to say something back . ❝ beautiful as well . ❞
