[The abrupt pullback jerks Felix out of his trance, leaving him winded as air becomes less of a scarce commodity. It takes him a moment to process Dimitri's words, the reality of which drives home what Felix was thinking, what they were a heartbeat away from doing--
Pink creeps to his already rosy cheeks as he presses against Dimitri's shoulder, lashes fluttering downward as he observes the rise and fall of Dimitri's reddened chest.]
Indeed.
[Or ever, despite how much both of them might want it. Still, Felix doesn't know if he'd be strong enough to resist should the opportunity present itself again. For now, he's too weak and unable to push Dimitri or his impulses away. An excuse it might be to his ears, but his body doesn't seem to mind being wrapped around Dimitri like this, insistent on keeping itself glued to Dimitri's the way it is right now.]
[Dimitri stares resolutely at the muscle model Manuela has sitting out, repeating to himself internally that Felix is hurt right now, no matter how good it feels to have him plastered up against his side lightly panting for breath. At least he isn't the only one getting inappropriately aroused in the infirmary...
After about half a minute passes and his breathing slows a bit, Dimitri laughs under his breath.]
I will have to make sure to wake up early. I would not put it past Ingrid to see it on my face.
[Felix sighs, none too comfortable with everything dried up on his face at the moment. Goddess, did he really go ahead and kiss Dimitri like this? What a disaster, in more ways than one...]
I'll need your help in cleaning up.
[While Ingrid is likely to be discreet about his state, owing her an explanation is something he does not look forward to.]
[Dimitri stretches an arm out for the napkin, wetting it with a glass of water sitting on the bedside table. There's a pitcher there, he can just pour the water out and put fresh if Felix wants some later. He gently dabs Felix's face with the cool cloth, figuring he'd rather get cleaned up now instead of sleeping with dried tear trails all over his face.]
[Felix scrunches his nose as Dimitri goes about the clean up. He meant it in the morning, but Felix supposes there's no harm doing it now. Sleeping with dried tears and everything else is not exactly comfortable, after all. If anything, at least he's no longer in danger of crying again tonight, with everything out in the open as it is.
Once Dimitri is finished dabbing everything away, he breathes and curls against Dimitri's chest once more, quite comfortable where he is despite the fact he probably shouldn't indulge...]
[They both shouldn't indulge, but damn if Dimitri doesn't want to anyway. He's all shy smiles and red cheeks as Felix settles on his chest again, carefully curling the arm beneath his pillow to cradle the back of his head.]
Good night, Felix, [he says, adoration embarrassingly obvious in his warm tone.]
[Felix pauses, equally warm as Dimitri as he sleepily considers what he was about to say as a natural course of things.]
...Dimitri.
[A faint smile plays on his lips as he closes his eyes and lets those words spill forth his tongue. There's... nothing really to it at this point. Wrapped in this familiar warmth, it's easy to push away his guilt with regard to expressing his feelings towards Dimitri in such a manner. Easier to fall into old habits, especially when he knows it's reciprocated and when he's tired the way he is at the moment, more than willing to take a trip to the land of sleep.]
[Though Dimitri doesn't say a word, the hitch in his breath and the way his hold tightens upon hearing Felix call his name is telling. Now he's the one swallowing untimely tears, even if it's just a slight constricting of his throat and the barest prickle at the corner of his eyes. It felt like he lost everything after Duscur — even the people who weren't there seemed distant by the time he recovered enough to notice. Only his memories of his time with Edelgard and Dedue remained untainted. Edelgard doesn't even remember him, and Dedue has now joined the rest of his dearest friends in pushing him away with titles (or, in Felix's case, derogatory nicknames). Having Felix call his name when he's properly conscious after what seems like a lifetime feels like he's gaining something back instead of having everything slowly slip through his fingers.
He's almost afraid to fall asleep and wake to find this night was a dream, but he diligently closes his eyes anyway, knowing he has to get up early if he wants to avoid a potential lecture from Ingrid.]
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Pink creeps to his already rosy cheeks as he presses against Dimitri's shoulder, lashes fluttering downward as he observes the rise and fall of Dimitri's reddened chest.]
Indeed.
[Or ever, despite how much both of them might want it. Still, Felix doesn't know if he'd be strong enough to resist should the opportunity present itself again. For now, he's too weak and unable to push Dimitri or his impulses away. An excuse it might be to his ears, but his body doesn't seem to mind being wrapped around Dimitri like this, insistent on keeping itself glued to Dimitri's the way it is right now.]
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After about half a minute passes and his breathing slows a bit, Dimitri laughs under his breath.]
I will have to make sure to wake up early. I would not put it past Ingrid to see it on my face.
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[Felix sighs, none too comfortable with everything dried up on his face at the moment. Goddess, did he really go ahead and kiss Dimitri like this? What a disaster, in more ways than one...]
I'll need your help in cleaning up.
[While Ingrid is likely to be discreet about his state, owing her an explanation is something he does not look forward to.]
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[Dimitri stretches an arm out for the napkin, wetting it with a glass of water sitting on the bedside table. There's a pitcher there, he can just pour the water out and put fresh if Felix wants some later. He gently dabs Felix's face with the cool cloth, figuring he'd rather get cleaned up now instead of sleeping with dried tear trails all over his face.]
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Once Dimitri is finished dabbing everything away, he breathes and curls against Dimitri's chest once more, quite comfortable where he is despite the fact he probably shouldn't indulge...]
Thanks.
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Good night, Felix, [he says, adoration embarrassingly obvious in his warm tone.]
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[Felix pauses, equally warm as Dimitri as he sleepily considers what he was about to say as a natural course of things.]
...Dimitri.
[A faint smile plays on his lips as he closes his eyes and lets those words spill forth his tongue. There's... nothing really to it at this point. Wrapped in this familiar warmth, it's easy to push away his guilt with regard to expressing his feelings towards Dimitri in such a manner. Easier to fall into old habits, especially when he knows it's reciprocated and when he's tired the way he is at the moment, more than willing to take a trip to the land of sleep.]
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He's almost afraid to fall asleep and wake to find this night was a dream, but he diligently closes his eyes anyway, knowing he has to get up early if he wants to avoid a potential lecture from Ingrid.]