[Muscle memory is quite the blessing on Felix's end, allowing him to follow Dimitri's lead without things turning into a disaster. Dimitri has improved by a large margin himself, though that really should not have been a surprise to experience given what he's seen during the ball. It's not at all Felix's choice of activity, but with Dimitri, it feels like the most precious thing, exhilarating in a different manner as battle. There's a thrill to simply trusting where Dimitri takes him and going along with their imagined beat, nothing at all like the initiative Felix has to take when he's on the battlefield. Times like this are when it feels like he's truly born for Dimitri, further reinforced by the way they make love that night, completing each other in a manner Felix could not imagine with someone else.
Dimitri is his world, his life, his whole being. That's all that matters and everything else seems insignificant next to it, including one worry whose particulars evade him that moment, far too tucked away in the deepest recesses of his mind.
Eventually, the morning comes, and after freshening up a bit in his room, Felix thinks nothing of it when he and Dimitri go down to breakfast together as they sometimes do. With their trays of cheese gratin and chamomile tea, they make their way to their usual table by a corner of the hall, where Ingrid and Sylvain already are starting on their food.]
no subject
Dimitri is his world, his life, his whole being. That's all that matters and everything else seems insignificant next to it, including one worry whose particulars evade him that moment, far too tucked away in the deepest recesses of his mind.
Eventually, the morning comes, and after freshening up a bit in his room, Felix thinks nothing of it when he and Dimitri go down to breakfast together as they sometimes do. With their trays of cheese gratin and chamomile tea, they make their way to their usual table by a corner of the hall, where Ingrid and Sylvain already are starting on their food.]