[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.]
[Felix has been ill, and he's surely still sore from the previous night as well. Dimitri knows he should tell Felix to just relax and sit in one of the wagons properly but... he can't. Being closed up in the dark like that, he'd be bracing himself for a sudden burst of light and the lick of a whip or for the tortured screams of his family the entire time. With Felix there, at least he would have a solid reminder he's not having a fever dream in his cell.
Dimitri's steps are stiff as he moves toward the hold, the wood creaking ominously when he grips the edge of it, trying to work up the will to get in. At least seeing his obvious fear softens Charles up a bit, though he definitely won't be stepping within arm's reach of Dimitri again any time soon. After an extremely tense handful of seconds, Dimitri manages to force himself to climb inside.]
[It feels like leading a small child, but more than that is just the ease in which Dimitri relents, far from the man that walked away in Myrddin--
Swallowing, Felix shakes off the dismal thought, following Dimitri as he settles with him in the tight space. As Charles closes the hold on them, he moves to wrap an arm around Dimitri, resting his forehead against his chest as he breathes in his familiar scent.]
[Dimitri flinches as the lid closes. It's humiliating to be so afraid of something that he can't just tough it out, especially when he knows how it must look to the merchants transporting them. Curling over and tucking his face in Felix's hair only does so much to calm him, but it does help.]
They... kept it dark down there, [he murmurs, as if that's an excuse for his behavior. It's an explanation, at least, though Felix doesn't seem to need it.]
[Dimitri does not need to explain it. Felix could fill in the blanks himself, even if he does not like the picture paints. So he simply breathes out and keeps himself close, hoping that would be enough to comfort Dimitri in lieu of words he does not have.]
[With a jolt, the wagons get moving. Dimitri jumps too, grimacing to himself. Maybe if he can at least fill the silence it won't be so bad...]
Will we be staying for a little while? We would both do well to sleep in a proper bed.
[A proper bed with a proper hearth and a bathtub that doesn't succumb to the chill in fifteen minutes or less. A part of Dimitri can't help but feel like he doesn't deserve any of that, but he definitely wants Felix to rest and regain his strength.]
For about a week, though we might have to stay a little longer depending.
[Considering there's the matter of his sickness. Felix does not know if it will get worse or get better if they try to enter Fraldarius, so it perhaps is better if he got well first before they attempted it.]
Once we're inside, we should not have any trouble making our way to Fraldarius. The safe house we'll be using is much more well-equipped than the one we occupied back in the capital.
A week should be sufficient, especially if we are better supplied. I'll need a fair amount of weapons to make it all the way to Fraldarius. It is a shame there was not time to find Areadbhar before we left...
[That wouldn't break down on him, after all. The dagger from Felix is too precious to continue using in combat and he can't just take Felix's sword when Felix feels well enough to fight on his own, even if a part of Dimitri would prefer for him to not fight at all. After losing Dedue, his fear of losing Felix has become that much more potent.
He tightens his embrace, pushing down the urge to tell Felix to keep off the battlefield.]
[Felix blinks as Dimitri clings to him, confusion giving way to heartache once a realization hits him. They really must have kept him in the dark for so long...
He returns the squeeze, keeping his voice low as the cart rolls along.]
Ideally we won't be fighting anyone along the way back to safety. But we should be able to acquire a couple of weapons just in case. It'd be ideal if you could reign in your strength given our limited options. [Since buying too much over here is bound to catch someone's eye one way or another.] There should be enough room for us to spar, at least.
["Ideally". Dimitri's not going to count on things being even remotely close to ideal. He agrees that it would be best if he could control his strength, of course, but his body feels so foreign now. Even the press of the corners of the hold feel wrong, like the walls are too close together. It's a physical reminder of all the changes his body went through those months when he couldn't see it.
With a heavy sigh that ruffles Felix's hair, he responds in an equally soft voice.]
I will try. If you recover before we leave, we should definitely spar. My body feels unfamiliar to me now that I have more freedom to move.
[One of the merchants in another wagon yells back at the one they're in about a rock in the road that might take off a wheel if it hits just so, and Dimitri's spine draws up tight. Conversations never resulted in anything good while he was locked up, and instinct tells him to brace himself now.
Nothing happens, of course, leaving him cursing at himself internally. It would be nice if he had better control over his thoughts...
Yes, he would be better off thinking about something more pleasant.]
[It is a blessed thing that it's so dark that Dimitri can't see the expression that crosses Felix's face then. The implications of that are rather obvious, and despite it lacking any reason to, his cock twitches in interest at the prospect.
Dimitri surely must have felt that, given how much of them are pressed up against each other.]
[Mostly, Dimitri had been intending to distract himself with thoughts, not actions. But Felix proves to be surprisingly receptive given the fact that Dimitri just attacked an ally. Though Dimitri knows it's a bad idea since neither one of them are all that good at keeping quiet, his hands start to wander anyway, caressing Felix's thighs and rear.]
I will certainly try, [he murmurs in a throaty tone with a hint of mischief leaking in.]
[This is a bad idea. Felix knows this, logically so, but his body is eager underneath Dimitri's touch, those words sparking a certain need as he fidgets next to Dimitri. Yet he wraps his arms tighter around Dimitri anyway, clinging to him as if that would anchor his reactions.]
We have to keep quiet, [he murmurs softly against Dimitri, words contrary to his desire to keep going despite these delicate circumstances.]
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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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Dimitri's steps are stiff as he moves toward the hold, the wood creaking ominously when he grips the edge of it, trying to work up the will to get in. At least seeing his obvious fear softens Charles up a bit, though he definitely won't be stepping within arm's reach of Dimitri again any time soon. After an extremely tense handful of seconds, Dimitri manages to force himself to climb inside.]
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[It feels like leading a small child, but more than that is just the ease in which Dimitri relents, far from the man that walked away in Myrddin--
Swallowing, Felix shakes off the dismal thought, following Dimitri as he settles with him in the tight space. As Charles closes the hold on them, he moves to wrap an arm around Dimitri, resting his forehead against his chest as he breathes in his familiar scent.]
...I'm here.
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They... kept it dark down there, [he murmurs, as if that's an excuse for his behavior. It's an explanation, at least, though Felix doesn't seem to need it.]
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[Dimitri does not need to explain it. Felix could fill in the blanks himself, even if he does not like the picture paints. So he simply breathes out and keeps himself close, hoping that would be enough to comfort Dimitri in lieu of words he does not have.]
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Will we be staying for a little while? We would both do well to sleep in a proper bed.
[A proper bed with a proper hearth and a bathtub that doesn't succumb to the chill in fifteen minutes or less. A part of Dimitri can't help but feel like he doesn't deserve any of that, but he definitely wants Felix to rest and regain his strength.]
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[Considering there's the matter of his sickness. Felix does not know if it will get worse or get better if they try to enter Fraldarius, so it perhaps is better if he got well first before they attempted it.]
Once we're inside, we should not have any trouble making our way to Fraldarius. The safe house we'll be using is much more well-equipped than the one we occupied back in the capital.
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[That wouldn't break down on him, after all. The dagger from Felix is too precious to continue using in combat and he can't just take Felix's sword when Felix feels well enough to fight on his own, even if a part of Dimitri would prefer for him to not fight at all. After losing Dedue, his fear of losing Felix has become that much more potent.
He tightens his embrace, pushing down the urge to tell Felix to keep off the battlefield.]
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He returns the squeeze, keeping his voice low as the cart rolls along.]
Ideally we won't be fighting anyone along the way back to safety. But we should be able to acquire a couple of weapons just in case. It'd be ideal if you could reign in your strength given our limited options. [Since buying too much over here is bound to catch someone's eye one way or another.] There should be enough room for us to spar, at least.
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With a heavy sigh that ruffles Felix's hair, he responds in an equally soft voice.]
I will try. If you recover before we leave, we should definitely spar. My body feels unfamiliar to me now that I have more freedom to move.
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I'm not going to stand staying still for so long.
[Certainly, recovering from his illness is a priority, but he'd be bored out of his mind if he had to stay in bed all day.]
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Nothing happens, of course, leaving him cursing at himself internally. It would be nice if he had better control over his thoughts...
Yes, he would be better off thinking about something more pleasant.]
Who said you would be sitting still?
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Dimitri surely must have felt that, given how much of them are pressed up against each other.]
Are you going to make it worth my time?
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I will certainly try, [he murmurs in a throaty tone with a hint of mischief leaking in.]
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We have to keep quiet, [he murmurs softly against Dimitri, words contrary to his desire to keep going despite these delicate circumstances.]
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