[With his body worn out from both time sickness and indulging Dimitri (and himself) that night, Felix sleeps well--too well in fact. While he stirs slightly at the loss of warmth next to him, he only opens his eyes once Dimitri starts stroke his cheek, smiling blearily at him as he reaches out to cup Dimitri's cheek to return the favor.]
'Morning, [he says, stroking idly with his thumb.]
[It's surprisingly easy to give in and indulge here with Felix, and Dimitri lets his eyes flutter shut again as he does just that. His hand slides back into Felix's hair, starting to card through the strands... but his fingers catch on a tangle, prompting an amused huff that borders on a laugh.]
[A soft rush of air escapes Felix, close to a snort.]
It's just your imagination.
[It feels like Felix had stolen a moment from the blissful past, and selfishly, he does want to continue indulging, unsure when a moment like this is to occur again. But with Cornelia's forces likely on their tail, it's only a matter of time until they think on checking on this place.
So he forces himself to sit up after one last stroke, mildly apprehensive at the soreness that follows him. He tries not to think much of it--at least until he sets his feet on the floor.]
I... I think I'll need a moment, [Felix says, a blush creeping to his cheeks as he weighs his options at the moment. Certainly, yesterday was rough, but has it really truly been that long that he forgot how it's like to take Dimitri?]
[Dimitri forces himself up too, if only to toss a log on the fire so that they can have some warm food before clearing out. But when Felix doesn't follow after him he pauses, glancing back to see him sitting on the side of the bed...]
I hurt you, [he says with that anxious puppy dog look on his face. It's an expression that really turns the clock back, making it seem as if that time he spent in the dungeons never happened.
[No, he's not, and between feeling a little woozy thanks to the light fever he still burns with and the ache that's certain to make walking a trying task, this day is going to be hell...
Still, he takes some comfort in that familiar expression Dimitri wears, worrying as their circumstances might be.]
I should be fine after a vulnerary.
[Well, enough to at least dull some of the ache. What he could give for one of Mercedes' concoctions...]
[Dimitri is quick to retrieve one for him, pulling the blanket back up around Felix's shoulders to block out the chill.]
Here. I will handle heating up breakfast, so just take this and rest.
[And if he can't walk without pain after the vulnerary and some food, Dimitri will just carry him whether Felix likes it or not. He moves to pull his clothes back on, tossing a fresh log on the fire to get it started while he rifles through the supplies.]
[Felix tucks himself under the blanket, nodding as he accepts the vulnerary too. Given his condition, he does know better than to protest for now, so after downing the medicine, he lays back once more, curling on his side for warmth as a grin spreads across his face.
He probably should get his clothes that have long dried, but there's just something innately satisfying about watching Dimitri rifle through their supplies. As if this were a very normal outing, a simple camping trip rather than them on the run from Dukedom forces...]
[Only once their food is being heated and he's put on a pot of tea does Dimitri gather up his own clothes and tug them on. He checks Felix's as well — they're dry, if more stained than he would like. At least they got to soaking quickly enough to lift the majority of the blood from the fabric. He brings the clothes over to Felix, carefully placing them on the bed beside him.]
[Given the chill, Felix sets himself to donning them, biting back a cringe when bending his legs prove to be a somewhat trying task. But he manages it, and shifts to sitting on the side of the bed.]
[There, a plain comb. Dimitri climbs up on the bed beside Felix, holding it out to him. Dimitri looking like a disaster is just the way of things now, it's weird for Felix to be a mess!]
I should have been more careful... I must have gotten stronger again.
[Felix peers curiously at the comb, wondering why Dimitri's hair is still a mess despite it...
...Well, he supposes he can ask after, or maybe Dimitri plans to use it later. It's a little rough going through his hair, but it could have been worse. He'll get it sorted out in a few moments, glancing towards Dimitri as he speaks.]
Don't worry about it. I'll learn how to deal with it.
[Felix shouldn't have to deal with it in the first place! Dimitri will eventually learn how to control his body again, even if it does seem nearly foreign to him at this point. Still... as Felix brushes his hair out, Dimitri's attention is drawn to his neck, to where he bit him.
He can't say he hates seeing that sort of injury.
Dimitri scoots in closer, pressing his face into the crook of Felix's neck with a soft hum.]
So long as you do not complain about me tending to you afterward.
[Though the heat that rises to his face is telling of how much he enjoys Dimitri sidling up to him. It's... nice, really. Being able to kid around with Dimitri like this, having his warmth press into his skin--it's easy to forget how precarious their situation is, and the trials yet to come...]
[How cute. He says "compromise", as if Felix has even the slightest hope of resisting Dimitri in this state. Dimitri just indulgently nuzzles him once more without verbally responding, rising when the kettle whistles to collect breakfast and the tea and bring both to the bed.
Dimitri still doesn't seem all that keen on eating, but his appetite is much better than it has been. Small blessings.]
[Small mercies indeed, and Felix indulges in it, forcing himself to finish his meal and some for good measure.
Once that's done, he attempts to stand--a task that he manages, though his walk is more of a stagger than anything as he approaches their supplies, wincing slightly when he bends down to get his bag and weapon.]
[It's clear that Felix shouldn't be walking, but Dimitri allows him to get up and gather his things. He'll grab his own things and get them settled on his back, but then he promptly walks up behind Felix and scoops him off his feet.]
[A healthy dose of red creeps to Felix's cheeks as Dimitri sweeps him off his feet, carrying him like a groom would his bride. Dimitri has carried him like this yesterday, but he was so out of it that he couldn't properly process or appreciate the matter. Now, however...]
This... isn't necessary.
[Felix angles his head away from Dimitri covering the lower half of his face with his hand in an attempt to hide his embarrassment.]
I disagree, [he says firmly with the smallest hint of a smile. The amusement in his tone is plain enough to hear, even if seeing it on his face is more difficult.
As silly as it is, Dimitri thinks it might be easier to keep the voices quiet with Felix this close. If he thought Felix would let him do it, he'd be tempted to carry him even when he's not hurt.]
[And Felix hears that amusement, and it fills him with a different kind of warmth as the one coating his cheeks. It's another thing he thought he'd never hear out of Dimitri again, and sentiment overpowers his shame long enough for him to relent, sighing against Dimitri's chest as he surrenders himself to this arrangement.]
[Dimitri remains in a relatively good mood as they travel, able to keep his focus on Felix while they're in physical contact. Once the meeting place is in sight, however, Felix insists on having Dimitri put him down.
Dimitri is not a big fan.
Still, he seems okay even as they approach what seems to be a small, unassuming group of merchants. Dimitri does his best to ignore the stares, remaining quiet while Felix and his contact discuss things. Unfortunately, tuning out results in him jumping when he's directly spoken to.
"If you would, please climb into the cargo bin... we cannot risk you being seen just yet."
He glances at the cargo bin. Small, undoubtedly dark inside, cramped —]
[Comfortable as Dimitri's embrace is, Felix knows he has to effect an aura of authority when facing with their allies, trusted as they are. So despite still feeling slightly queasy, he asks for Dimitri to set him down. Thankfully, his gait isn't noticeably off and he manages to take those much needed steps, finalizing the arrangements needed for their entrance into Conand.
Everything proceeds smoothly until one of his contacts--Charles, a friend to Fraldarius, a merchant loyal to the crown--tells Dimitri to climb into the cargo hold.
On second thought, perhaps it wasn't the best of plans.]
It'll only be for a while.
[Felix tries to smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes, his heart slowly sinking as he eyes the expression on Dimitri.]
No, [Dimitri repeats, more of a growl than actual human speech. The others in the group flinch, but Charles remains calm, even if Dimitri is intimidating. He's been locked up for six months, hasn't he? It's not like he bears any of them ill will, he's probably just... still on edge. So poor Charles spreads his arms and takes a couple of steps closer, doing his best to look non-threatening as he prepares to ask Dimitri again.
It happens in the blink of an eye. Dimitri goes from wary and defensive to aggressive as Charles takes that second step. He grabs one of Charles' wrists, kicking at his ankles to knock him prone on the ground. Dimitri plants his boot between his shoulder blades, pulling back on his arm.]
I said no. If someone attacks us, I will take care of it myself.
[Charles swears under his breath when he hits the ground, though cringes openly when Dimitri pins him down--a troublesome sight which Felix recoils from.
But it's only for a moment, and setting his shock aside, Felix takes a few tentative steps forward, a hand stretched out to stop Dimitri from possibly ripping off this man's arm.]
Dimi--Dima...
[Damn it. Why is his heart beating so fast? Regardless, his first nickname for Dimitri spills forth his tongue, unsure if he wants to draw any more attention to the identity of who they are transporting, even if some have no doubt figured out who Dimitri is.]
[Dimitri very nearly lashes out at Felix too. He has his other hand drawn back in preparation to knock him flat on the ground without even really registering who's touching him. But then Felix calls him by that old name... he never thought he would hear it again. The days they spent together back then seem lifetimes away, discordant with the life Dimitri lives now.
It feels like we only just found each other again.
He turns his head enough to look Felix in the eye, seeing the fear there, remembering the horror and disgust he saw reflected there when Felix first realized what he'd become. Though he shouldn't allow himself to care about such things, the thought of seeing that all over again pierces through the fit of panic.
[Heart-wrenching as it is to see Dimitri like this, Felix holds his ground, firmly holding on as he thinks on a viable course of action while Charles picks up after himself and eyes Dimitri warily while he's at it. Felix spares a glance at the hold, contemplative as he gauges the space within.]
I'll go with you.
[Hopefully that would be good enough for Dimitri, tight as the fit might be.]
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'Morning, [he says, stroking idly with his thumb.]
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Our hair must be a disaster right now.
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It's just your imagination.
[It feels like Felix had stolen a moment from the blissful past, and selfishly, he does want to continue indulging, unsure when a moment like this is to occur again. But with Cornelia's forces likely on their tail, it's only a matter of time until they think on checking on this place.
So he forces himself to sit up after one last stroke, mildly apprehensive at the soreness that follows him. He tries not to think much of it--at least until he sets his feet on the floor.]
I... I think I'll need a moment, [Felix says, a blush creeping to his cheeks as he weighs his options at the moment. Certainly, yesterday was rough, but has it really truly been that long that he forgot how it's like to take Dimitri?]
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I hurt you, [he says with that anxious puppy dog look on his face. It's an expression that really turns the clock back, making it seem as if that time he spent in the dungeons never happened.
Save for his still-healing eye, that is.]
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[No, he's not, and between feeling a little woozy thanks to the light fever he still burns with and the ache that's certain to make walking a trying task, this day is going to be hell...
Still, he takes some comfort in that familiar expression Dimitri wears, worrying as their circumstances might be.]
I should be fine after a vulnerary.
[Well, enough to at least dull some of the ache. What he could give for one of Mercedes' concoctions...]
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Here. I will handle heating up breakfast, so just take this and rest.
[And if he can't walk without pain after the vulnerary and some food, Dimitri will just carry him whether Felix likes it or not. He moves to pull his clothes back on, tossing a fresh log on the fire to get it started while he rifles through the supplies.]
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He probably should get his clothes that have long dried, but there's just something innately satisfying about watching Dimitri rifle through their supplies. As if this were a very normal outing, a simple camping trip rather than them on the run from Dukedom forces...]
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Here.
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[Given the chill, Felix sets himself to donning them, biting back a cringe when bending his legs prove to be a somewhat trying task. But he manages it, and shifts to sitting on the side of the bed.]
Is the food ready?
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[There, a plain comb. Dimitri climbs up on the bed beside Felix, holding it out to him. Dimitri looking like a disaster is just the way of things now, it's weird for Felix to be a mess!]
I should have been more careful... I must have gotten stronger again.
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...Well, he supposes he can ask after, or maybe Dimitri plans to use it later. It's a little rough going through his hair, but it could have been worse. He'll get it sorted out in a few moments, glancing towards Dimitri as he speaks.]
Don't worry about it. I'll learn how to deal with it.
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He can't say he hates seeing that sort of injury.
Dimitri scoots in closer, pressing his face into the crook of Felix's neck with a soft hum.]
So long as you do not complain about me tending to you afterward.
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I don't need tending to.
[Though the heat that rises to his face is telling of how much he enjoys Dimitri sidling up to him. It's... nice, really. Being able to kid around with Dimitri like this, having his warmth press into his skin--it's easy to forget how precarious their situation is, and the trials yet to come...]
...But we can find a compromise.
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Dimitri still doesn't seem all that keen on eating, but his appetite is much better than it has been. Small blessings.]
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Once that's done, he attempts to stand--a task that he manages, though his walk is more of a stagger than anything as he approaches their supplies, wincing slightly when he bends down to get his bag and weapon.]
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Shall we?
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[A healthy dose of red creeps to Felix's cheeks as Dimitri sweeps him off his feet, carrying him like a groom would his bride. Dimitri has carried him like this yesterday, but he was so out of it that he couldn't properly process or appreciate the matter. Now, however...]
This... isn't necessary.
[Felix angles his head away from Dimitri covering the lower half of his face with his hand in an attempt to hide his embarrassment.]
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As silly as it is, Dimitri thinks it might be easier to keep the voices quiet with Felix this close. If he thought Felix would let him do it, he'd be tempted to carry him even when he's not hurt.]
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Fine. For as long as no one's around, then.
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[Dimitri remains in a relatively good mood as they travel, able to keep his focus on Felix while they're in physical contact. Once the meeting place is in sight, however, Felix insists on having Dimitri put him down.
Dimitri is not a big fan.
Still, he seems okay even as they approach what seems to be a small, unassuming group of merchants. Dimitri does his best to ignore the stares, remaining quiet while Felix and his contact discuss things. Unfortunately, tuning out results in him jumping when he's directly spoken to.
"If you would, please climb into the cargo bin... we cannot risk you being seen just yet."
He glances at the cargo bin. Small, undoubtedly dark inside, cramped —]
...No.
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Everything proceeds smoothly until one of his contacts--Charles, a friend to Fraldarius, a merchant loyal to the crown--tells Dimitri to climb into the cargo hold.
On second thought, perhaps it wasn't the best of plans.]
It'll only be for a while.
[Felix tries to smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes, his heart slowly sinking as he eyes the expression on Dimitri.]
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It happens in the blink of an eye. Dimitri goes from wary and defensive to aggressive as Charles takes that second step. He grabs one of Charles' wrists, kicking at his ankles to knock him prone on the ground. Dimitri plants his boot between his shoulder blades, pulling back on his arm.]
I said no. If someone attacks us, I will take care of it myself.
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But it's only for a moment, and setting his shock aside, Felix takes a few tentative steps forward, a hand stretched out to stop Dimitri from possibly ripping off this man's arm.]
Dimi--Dima...
[Damn it. Why is his heart beating so fast? Regardless, his first nickname for Dimitri spills forth his tongue, unsure if he wants to draw any more attention to the identity of who they are transporting, even if some have no doubt figured out who Dimitri is.]
We can't afford that.
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It feels like we only just found each other again.
He turns his head enough to look Felix in the eye, seeing the fear there, remembering the horror and disgust he saw reflected there when Felix first realized what he'd become. Though he shouldn't allow himself to care about such things, the thought of seeing that all over again pierces through the fit of panic.
Dimitri lets Charles go, stepping away.]
I cannot go in there, [he whispers.]
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I'll go with you.
[Hopefully that would be good enough for Dimitri, tight as the fit might be.]
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