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amewsbox2020-02-26 12:57 pm
cynicfelixity) wrote in amewsbox2020-02-26 12:57 pm
when a pwp plot bunny hops away
[Things have more or less settled since that day.
Or so Felix wants to think and insist. While knowledge of the worst of the incident had been kept under wraps at his behest--thus far limited to a grand total of six people--rumors have a way of flying around Garreg Mach. Just "knowing" that a classmate had been "tortured" during a mission, unofficial as it is, has many sympathetic glances thrown his way when he walks down the corridors of the monastery, even when minding his own goddess-damned business. It's gotten to the point where people have made the mistake of going easy on him during spars--a fact that he makes sure they come to regret.
At the very least, his usual demeanor makes it clear that he's put the incident behind him, and in a few days, people know better than to try and treat him like glass.
Not that it makes any difference to the nightmares that like to visit him at night. Dreaming of gore, screams of the soon to be deceased, a certain beast's face are nothing new to Felix, but the recent addition of faceless men closing in on him and touching him in places they have no right to has Felix waking up in a cold sweat, to discoveries he would rather not have made.
This evening is no different, and Felix, a week after the incident, starts to jerk himself off once more, hating himself as one question presses against his mind as it usually does despite the lack of an answer forthcoming.
How can he make these nightmares stop?
Still, much as it churns his stomach, Felix knows when a battle is lost and backup is needed, which is why the next day, he corners one Sylvain Jose Gautier after class, knowing full well who likely may have the answers he seeks.]
Sylvain, [Felix says, a little strained, maybe a touch more accusatory than he should be.] I have some questions to ask. In private.
Or so Felix wants to think and insist. While knowledge of the worst of the incident had been kept under wraps at his behest--thus far limited to a grand total of six people--rumors have a way of flying around Garreg Mach. Just "knowing" that a classmate had been "tortured" during a mission, unofficial as it is, has many sympathetic glances thrown his way when he walks down the corridors of the monastery, even when minding his own goddess-damned business. It's gotten to the point where people have made the mistake of going easy on him during spars--a fact that he makes sure they come to regret.
At the very least, his usual demeanor makes it clear that he's put the incident behind him, and in a few days, people know better than to try and treat him like glass.
Not that it makes any difference to the nightmares that like to visit him at night. Dreaming of gore, screams of the soon to be deceased, a certain beast's face are nothing new to Felix, but the recent addition of faceless men closing in on him and touching him in places they have no right to has Felix waking up in a cold sweat, to discoveries he would rather not have made.
This evening is no different, and Felix, a week after the incident, starts to jerk himself off once more, hating himself as one question presses against his mind as it usually does despite the lack of an answer forthcoming.
How can he make these nightmares stop?
Still, much as it churns his stomach, Felix knows when a battle is lost and backup is needed, which is why the next day, he corners one Sylvain Jose Gautier after class, knowing full well who likely may have the answers he seeks.]
Sylvain, [Felix says, a little strained, maybe a touch more accusatory than he should be.] I have some questions to ask. In private.