[Those hands gently combing through his hair are familiar enough, bringing to mind days spent in bed together, warming each other in the cool wake of the consequences of their actions. Sylvain, back then, mentioned how he liked Felix's hair, reverent as he tucked away those stray strands out of his face.
Then and now, the touch is the same, which brings to mind a certain question: how long has Sylvain always wanted this? Has he been holding himself back since the day he first approached Felix with that proposition? Or is Felix yet tainting a memory from their childhood with something from his regret-filled reality?
Felix swallows, eyes fluttering shut as he hopes for the act to prevent the wetness prickling his eyes from falling]
...Thanks.
[It doesn't, and a tear manages to escape its hold, cursing him with the prospect of being known.]
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Then and now, the touch is the same, which brings to mind a certain question: how long has Sylvain always wanted this? Has he been holding himself back since the day he first approached Felix with that proposition? Or is Felix yet tainting a memory from their childhood with something from his regret-filled reality?
Felix swallows, eyes fluttering shut as he hopes for the act to prevent the wetness prickling his eyes from falling]
...Thanks.
[It doesn't, and a tear manages to escape its hold, cursing him with the prospect of being known.]