[Dimitri is not hearing him. It's the most chilling Dimitri has been with Felix since their reunion, bringing to mind Myrddin and his regrets long past, but Felix pushes those thoughts aside in favor on concentrating on the present and letting his legs drag him closer.
A wave of dizziness brings him to his knees, a wet noise coming with it as he sinks into a pool of spilled blood.]
Dimitri...
[An enemy would not call him by name, wouldn't he? But Felix does not know if it would work, given how words seem to be meaningless to Dimitri nowadays...
...He has to touch him. But between the darkness threatening to overtake him and the impossibility of doing it without drawing undue aggression, Felix settles for that as he brings himself to his feet once more to cross the decreasing distance between them and the man babbling for mercy.
The answer Dimitri is seeking seems to be less than satisfactory, however, but all the same it's the opening Felix is looking for. By the time he's within reaching distance, Dimitri lifts his hand to strike the fallen soldier, which Felix grabs before it could deliver further judgment.]
...Please, [Felix whispers, trembling as he fights Dimitri's Blaiddyd-gifted strength and the sickness threatening to overtake him.]
[The bastard just begs for mercy, as if his fellows have ever done such a thing. He can hear Glenn calling his name... no, mercy isn't what's needed here. Dimitri continues his assault, drawing his hand back to punch his teeth right out when the man gives up on begging and starts calling names instead. But someone grabs his hand, and he whirls to look and see who would dare —
And locks eyes with Felix, weakly pleading with him to stop.
Suddenly, he feels cold. Dimitri swallows down his anger, knowing they have to keep going. With Felix in this condition, what would happen if reinforcements came? He uses his other hand to quickly snap the man's neck. Dimitri sheathes the sword, gathering Felix up in his arms as he starts to make his way back to their gear, still radiating killing intent.]
[Felix tries to smile when Dimitri snaps out of his rage for the most part, but it comes off as a grimace as he swallows down another wave of sickness, keeping him mute as Dimitri makes his way back to their belongings before continuing their trip south.
While Felix tries to keep track of their surroundings as they go, eventually his mind gives out on him midway, blacking out a little past midnight. Once he comes to, he finds himself lying down on a dusty old bed, the room unfamiliar as the sound of water fills his ears--a bath no doubt being drawn.]
Dimitri...
[Sighing, he keeps himself where he is, simply staring at the tub dragged in front of the fire as Dimitri goes about filling it. Really, how useless of him--he's supposed to be the one taking care of Dimitri, not the other way around.]
[Even if Dimitri is a weapon for the dead, he can't completely ignore it when someone so close to him seems to be in danger. Felix passing out is, in many ways, the best thing that could have happened at that moment. His focus immediately shifted to the escape and finding somewhere safe to get cleaned up, and he's put a fair amount of distance between them and the capital.
Felix is clearly unwell, so he can't risk a cold bath. Dimitri is doing everything he can to get that tub filled with hot water, though he will temporarily abandon the task when Felix speaks. He walks over to his bedside and sits down on the mattress, brushing Felix's hair away from his face.]
[Tears bead at the corner of Felix's eyes as Dimitri moves to greet him, a phenomenon he tries to blink away along with the heaviness in his heart. While the weight in his chest doesn't quite disappear, he at least manages to stop himself from crying in relief. He simply moves to clasp Dimitri's hand, keeping it close to his cheek as he tries to ignore the brief pounding of his head.]
...Where are we right now?
[This does not look like the safehouse he had prepared in Conand, by any means.]
[The look on Felix's face is painful, somehow. Dimitri can't keep on watching him directly, so he turns his gaze to the fire.]
A shelter for hunters in the forests south of the capital. We should be able to reach the border tomorrow, but I was not entirely certain who your contacts were... and we need to wash away this blood before seeing anyone, anyway. Better to not raise suspicion.
No. You should go first. You are clearly unwell, so it is better to use the water while it's hot.
[That, and despite the fact that it was Dimitri who did the killing, Felix literally dragging himself through that puddle of blood resulted in him being the filthy one this time. He strokes Felix's cheek with his thumb, sighing.]
[Felix purses his lips, tempted to protest at being coddled like this, but he thinks better of it, sighing as he nods and sits up, cringing slightly as his stomach threatens to hurl.]
Let me know if you need any help getting undressed. I shall finish filling the tub in the meantime.
[Dimitri hesitates for a moment, reluctant to put any distance between them... but seeing Felix soaked in blood, even if it isn't his, is disturbing enough to prompt him to return to his task.]
[The stains are well on their way to drying up, but still feel sticky against Felix's skin as he peels his clothes off. His clothes are a disaster...]
Could you throw these into a bucket to soak? [Shivering as he sits naked on the bed, Felix gestures to the discarded garments next to him.] I'll... take care of them later.
[He has a spare set packed, but it'd be good not to let go of his current set, stained as they are. That said, he'll try to stand, but with his footing a little unstable, he sits right back down, chewing lightly on his lower lip as he ponders upon how he should cross that short distance between them.]
[Thankfully, cleaning blood from clothing involves cold water, so he won't have to wait for a bucketful to heat. Dimitri lightly lathers the clothes and adds his shirt in with them before leaving them and returning to Felix's side. Initially, he doesn't think that much of the nudity, but when he reaches out to support him and meets with so much bare skin, he can't help but remember all at once how long it's been. There were certain things he refused to do while he was trapped in that cell, not willing to give his captors a chance to mock him.
Dimitri shivers.]
Come. It is plenty warm near the hearth. Just lean on me...
[And Felix does, more than glad for the support before he grips the edge of the tub and carefully climbs in. A pleasured sigh escapes him as he sinks into the warm water, a relief along with his nausea and headache ebbing.
He does not linger though, and after a while, he starts reaching for the soap, determined to make this quick so Dimitri could have his turn.]
[Noting Felix reaching for the soap, Dimitri hands it over — but not before lathering up his own hands, too. He reaches in to wash Felix's back, his touch somewhat trepidatious, as if he's not sure he should be doing it at all. It seems wrong to indulge, knowing what happened to Dedue, what will surely happen to anyone that dares to stand in Edelgard's way...]
[That Dimitri wants to help is something of a surprise. But a pleasant one, and Felix hums his assent as Dimitri goes about it. Still, he can't help but notice his hesitation, unusual, but understandable, perhaps...]
[Though that isn't exactly what was troubling him, it is reassuring all the same. Dimitri takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly as he at least partially gives in to the urge to embrace Felix. He nuzzles into the crook of his neck from behind, wrapping both his arms around his chest.]
[Dimitri embracing him like this is so unthinkable that Felix tenses under that warm hug. But all the same, it's welcome, too welcome that emotion swells in his chest at the reality of it.
Felix's shoulders relax as he reaches to keep Dimitri's arms in place, hugging them close as he hangs his head.]
[As if possessing a will of their own, Dimitri's hands start wandering, gliding over Felix's torso. Though he is technically washing him, the first flickers of heat start to stir at the contact.]
Felix...
[Trailing off, Dimitri frowns to himself. Felix is sick, he can't just — take him right here in bathwater that will cool within fifteen minutes.]
[Innocuous as the touch is supposed to be--or so Felix thinks they might be in this context, his gut twists in anticipation anyway, wondering where Dimitri's hand may wander next--]
Alright.
[Dimitri's voice snaps him out of his small reverie, drawing to mind other matters, like the water cooling around him. He tilts his head as instructed, allowing Dimitri to take care of that as Felix finishes up with washing his body. This, perhaps, isn't the most appropriate place or time to feel so aroused, but when it has been too long, it's quite difficult not to notice or indulge in Dimitri's proximity...]
[Once he's finished with Felix's hair, Dimitri forces himself to pull back. Not for too long — just long enough to shake out some blankets that were already in the shelter and lay them out before the hearth. He'll grab the drying cloths from their supplies and have them at the ready when Felix is finished. Dimitri tries not to make direct eye contact as he reaches out to help him stand.]
Just try to get as dry as you can for now. I will join you shortly.
[Felix is a little unsteady when he gets on his feet again, having made himself quite comfortable in the bath. But he does not feel like he's in as much danger compared to earlier as he steps a few paces away and dries himself by the fire, using the cloths that Dimitri had prepared. He'll sit by the fire for a while to mostly dry his hair, shivering slightly in the cold contrasting with the warmth emanating from it.
Once that's done with, he sits on the bed again, a towel around his shoulders as he waits for Dimitri.]
[With the water quickly cooling, Dimitri makes short work of the bath. But after he's dried off, he takes a moment to dump all the dirty ones in the tub. They can be washed properly later, but the soapy water will help loosen things up... hopefully. He almost gets out some of those spare clothes to put on, but as he finally takes a peek at Felix again, he can't help but notice his state of undress.
Suddenly, his mouth feels dry.
Dimitri crosses the room without so much as a towel wrapped around his hips, settling down beside Felix and studying him quietly. The thought that he could actually want Dimitri to touch him after seeing him torturing that traitor seems too good to be true. He lifts a hand to tuck some of Felix's hair behind his ear, his touch lingering near where his jaw meets his neck.]
[Felix... would be lying if he said he did not have some ulterior motive for remaining undressed like his. While it's more comfortable drying himself like this, another part of him can't help but notice the way Dimitri was holding him earlier. Is there something more to it than just Felix's imagination? And if there is, would Felix take that invitation?
The answer to both questions, by the looks of it, is yes. Half-lidded gaze flickering up to meet Dimitri's, he keeps Dimitri's hand in place with his own as it lingers.]
Will you... touch me again? [Felix asks shyly, lowering his gaze after he lets those words slip. Warm as his cheeks grow at the question, the truth is, he does not care. How long it has been, how much blood has stained this very hand he's holding close. It's Dimitri, and that's all that matters, especially when he seems to be back as can be.]
[Tense as he is, the touch of Felix's hand has him jumping slightly, eyes widening at the question. They're suffering while you waste your time, says a voice in his head. Dimitri knows, it's all he can think about at times — but as much as he tells himself he's "dead" along with those he's lost, he's still in a living body. A living body with a beating heart, one that yearns to be with Felix despite his mission. How pathetic.]
You would still want that? [he answers softly, already starting to lean in. Dimitri stops short of actually kissing him, pausing there with their noses lightly brushing against each other.
He's always loved you.]
I hear them, even now... does that not frighten you?
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A wave of dizziness brings him to his knees, a wet noise coming with it as he sinks into a pool of spilled blood.]
Dimitri...
[An enemy would not call him by name, wouldn't he? But Felix does not know if it would work, given how words seem to be meaningless to Dimitri nowadays...
...He has to touch him. But between the darkness threatening to overtake him and the impossibility of doing it without drawing undue aggression, Felix settles for that as he brings himself to his feet once more to cross the decreasing distance between them and the man babbling for mercy.
The answer Dimitri is seeking seems to be less than satisfactory, however, but all the same it's the opening Felix is looking for. By the time he's within reaching distance, Dimitri lifts his hand to strike the fallen soldier, which Felix grabs before it could deliver further judgment.]
...Please, [Felix whispers, trembling as he fights Dimitri's Blaiddyd-gifted strength and the sickness threatening to overtake him.]
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And locks eyes with Felix, weakly pleading with him to stop.
Suddenly, he feels cold. Dimitri swallows down his anger, knowing they have to keep going. With Felix in this condition, what would happen if reinforcements came? He uses his other hand to quickly snap the man's neck. Dimitri sheathes the sword, gathering Felix up in his arms as he starts to make his way back to their gear, still radiating killing intent.]
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While Felix tries to keep track of their surroundings as they go, eventually his mind gives out on him midway, blacking out a little past midnight. Once he comes to, he finds himself lying down on a dusty old bed, the room unfamiliar as the sound of water fills his ears--a bath no doubt being drawn.]
Dimitri...
[Sighing, he keeps himself where he is, simply staring at the tub dragged in front of the fire as Dimitri goes about filling it. Really, how useless of him--he's supposed to be the one taking care of Dimitri, not the other way around.]
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Felix is clearly unwell, so he can't risk a cold bath. Dimitri is doing everything he can to get that tub filled with hot water, though he will temporarily abandon the task when Felix speaks. He walks over to his bedside and sits down on the mattress, brushing Felix's hair away from his face.]
I'm here.
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...Where are we right now?
[This does not look like the safehouse he had prepared in Conand, by any means.]
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A shelter for hunters in the forests south of the capital. We should be able to reach the border tomorrow, but I was not entirely certain who your contacts were... and we need to wash away this blood before seeing anyone, anyway. Better to not raise suspicion.
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[Felix squeezes Dimitri's hand, closing his eyes briefly before opening them again, squinting as he tries to get a better look at Dimitri.]
Do you want to go ahead? I can lie down for a little longer.
[If he's to be honest, he's still feeling a little queasy... but no sense worrying Dimitri with that now.]
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[That, and despite the fact that it was Dimitri who did the killing, Felix literally dragging himself through that puddle of blood resulted in him being the filthy one this time. He strokes Felix's cheek with his thumb, sighing.]
Please, allow me to assist you.
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Alright.
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[Dimitri hesitates for a moment, reluctant to put any distance between them... but seeing Felix soaked in blood, even if it isn't his, is disturbing enough to prompt him to return to his task.]
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Could you throw these into a bucket to soak? [Shivering as he sits naked on the bed, Felix gestures to the discarded garments next to him.] I'll... take care of them later.
[He has a spare set packed, but it'd be good not to let go of his current set, stained as they are. That said, he'll try to stand, but with his footing a little unstable, he sits right back down, chewing lightly on his lower lip as he ponders upon how he should cross that short distance between them.]
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[Thankfully, cleaning blood from clothing involves cold water, so he won't have to wait for a bucketful to heat. Dimitri lightly lathers the clothes and adds his shirt in with them before leaving them and returning to Felix's side. Initially, he doesn't think that much of the nudity, but when he reaches out to support him and meets with so much bare skin, he can't help but remember all at once how long it's been. There were certain things he refused to do while he was trapped in that cell, not willing to give his captors a chance to mock him.
Dimitri shivers.]
Come. It is plenty warm near the hearth. Just lean on me...
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[And Felix does, more than glad for the support before he grips the edge of the tub and carefully climbs in. A pleasured sigh escapes him as he sinks into the warm water, a relief along with his nausea and headache ebbing.
He does not linger though, and after a while, he starts reaching for the soap, determined to make this quick so Dimitri could have his turn.]
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I'm... not going to break if you touch me.
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I know.
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Felix's shoulders relax as he reaches to keep Dimitri's arms in place, hugging them close as he hangs his head.]
Good.
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Felix...
[Trailing off, Dimitri frowns to himself. Felix is sick, he can't just — take him right here in bathwater that will cool within fifteen minutes.]
...tilt your head back. I will tend to your hair.
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Alright.
[Dimitri's voice snaps him out of his small reverie, drawing to mind other matters, like the water cooling around him. He tilts his head as instructed, allowing Dimitri to take care of that as Felix finishes up with washing his body. This, perhaps, isn't the most appropriate place or time to feel so aroused, but when it has been too long, it's quite difficult not to notice or indulge in Dimitri's proximity...]
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Just try to get as dry as you can for now. I will join you shortly.
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[Felix is a little unsteady when he gets on his feet again, having made himself quite comfortable in the bath. But he does not feel like he's in as much danger compared to earlier as he steps a few paces away and dries himself by the fire, using the cloths that Dimitri had prepared. He'll sit by the fire for a while to mostly dry his hair, shivering slightly in the cold contrasting with the warmth emanating from it.
Once that's done with, he sits on the bed again, a towel around his shoulders as he waits for Dimitri.]
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Suddenly, his mouth feels dry.
Dimitri crosses the room without so much as a towel wrapped around his hips, settling down beside Felix and studying him quietly. The thought that he could actually want Dimitri to touch him after seeing him torturing that traitor seems too good to be true. He lifts a hand to tuck some of Felix's hair behind his ear, his touch lingering near where his jaw meets his neck.]
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The answer to both questions, by the looks of it, is yes. Half-lidded gaze flickering up to meet Dimitri's, he keeps Dimitri's hand in place with his own as it lingers.]
Will you... touch me again? [Felix asks shyly, lowering his gaze after he lets those words slip. Warm as his cheeks grow at the question, the truth is, he does not care. How long it has been, how much blood has stained this very hand he's holding close. It's Dimitri, and that's all that matters, especially when he seems to be back as can be.]
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You would still want that? [he answers softly, already starting to lean in. Dimitri stops short of actually kissing him, pausing there with their noses lightly brushing against each other.
He's always loved you.]
I hear them, even now... does that not frighten you?
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Always, [Felix breathes, squeezing Dimitri's hand.] I promised. No matter whose voices you hear, I'll always...
[...love you.
But the words don't make it past his lips, blocked by a lump in his throat that he swallows down.]
Still... I would like it if you listened to mine instead.
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