amewsbox | two angy boys in a jamjar

[The past month's been hell to say the least of it, but given the lack of choice he has on the matter, Felix rolls with it the best he could.

Even if it means being degraded like this.

He hadn't gone down without a fight, of course. And it's exactly what landed him in this situation in the first place--mouthing off to an "elite" for his most ludicrous proposition, confined afterwards for this sick show, himself ogled at as if he were like some goddess forsaken show horse.

It's pathetic. Humiliating, but nothing quite tops any of his experiences as seeing who exactly is looking down at him that moment.

His tail remains puffed up as he gapes at the blond man inspecting him, his older features familiar as Felix keeps himself on all fours, sitting with his back straight despite his earlier embarrassment. Could it be...

Felix's eyes widen before he narrows them at this new arrival. ...The boar.He says as much as his ears flatten against his head, but the words are muffled by the gag--the consequence for mouthing off sometime back as his captors set him on these pillows. Tempted as he is to reach for it and rip it out, his handler had already shocked him as punishment for trying.

So he refrains, and instead lets his glare speak for itself. What in the world is Dimitri--if it really is him--doing in this goddess-forsaken world?]

[That glare snaps him out of it. Yes, that's definitely Felix — but he'll take out his palm reader and scan the information tag off to the side of the invisible enclosure, just in case nostalgia and loneliness isn't playing tricks on him.

Premium young pet, not yet fully grown, a virgin. Good pedigree, comes from a knight's family on a primitive world that has loyally served the royalty of his homeland for generations. It goes on to detail that he's "feisty" and describes him as being highly responsive to physical stimuli, then it starts listing the alterations that have been made to him along with his price.

The starting bid alone is more money than ten years' worth of the stipend he receives from Tanagura could cover.

Dimitri feels sick. Sure, he takes his pleasure from tormenting enemy soldiers every now and again, but not like this. He doesn't steal their dignity and keep them as a cockwarmer. That's a brand of depravity he just doesn't have in him, and the thought of one of his oldest friends being subject to that affects him powerfully enough to pierce through the icy shell he protects himself with these days. Can he really walk away from this? If he ever wants to have his vengeance, then he must. He can't win against Tanagura's technology, and he can't afford to buy Felix outright. He just stares at the little blurb on his palm reader blankly, feeling numb.

And then he realizes that there is, perhaps, something he can do.

Dimitri tucks his palm reader in his pocket and approaches the enclosure proper again, meeting Felix's gaze once more. He begs Felix with his eyes, pleading with him to play along and to understand what he's about to do.]

[It seems to be Dimitri alright, considering that spark of recognition he mirrors. Something's changed, however, and it's not just how much bigger and broad he seems now. There's something empty about the way he studies him and brings up his reader, nothing like the young man that would have blushed at the sight of such disgrace.

In fact, at the rate he's coldly inspecting him, he wouldn't have been surprised if Dimitri just decided to abandon him outright, leaving him at the mercy of his captors or whichever elite decides to buy him later.

It's a chilling thought, one Felix almost resigns himself to, but then Dimitri catches his eye, pleading... for what? Felix's gaze flickers with curiosity, ears relaxing only slightly but nonetheless on alert as he waits, wondering what Dimitri is planning.]

You, [he says to the handler, turning away from Felix.] My palm reader seems to be malfunctioning. Would you mind reading his information for me?

["Of course, sir," the handler says cheerfully, proceeding to happily rattle off what Dimitri just read. When she comes up on the part that talks about his family, he stops her.]

You expect me to believe someone bred for loyalty would sell himself so easily?

[There's a dangerous edge to Dimitri's tone, crackling like fire. The handler balks slightly, not having anticipated that line of questioning.

"Well, you know, Ceres can be terribly uncomfortable... these mongrels don't know what's good for them, of course, so he may have taken a little convincing."

Dimitri scoffs. Ridiculous — it's obvious just looking at Felix that he's not here willingly.]

It is illegal to steal someone's pet. Putting a stolen pet up for sale is an even heavier crime.

[The potential buyer looks at the handler warily. "Do you have his license...?"]

Of course not, [Dimitri cuts in before the handler can manage to produce one.]

He belongs to me. You said it yourself just now, did you not? That he serves the royal family of his homeland. Remove that gag of his and ask him who I am.

[Now, he just has to hope that the gesture of removing the gag is enough to prompt Felix to cooperate until they're clear of this place. The handler hesitates, but with the potential buyer watching so closely and recording in case it turns into a scene, there's really no choice. They lower the barrier and step in, removing Felix's gag.]

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[At first, Felix thinks Dimitri might try something drastic like breaking him out of here.

But then his rough voice rumbles in Felix's ears, outrageous words slipping past his lips. Felix wears his shock clear in his expression, eyes wide as he follows the exchange, the most ridiculous ever claim pushed forth as it goes on.

Someone's pet? Felix, of all people? What in the world is he going on about? What game is Dimitri playing at? Or perhaps, is this just another person who might just look like an older Dimitri, with some slave that looks exactly like Felix...?

It seems like too much of a coincidence, but considering the potential alternatives, Felix decides to play along, seeing if he could at least straighten out this thing to be sure. Even if it comes at a humiliating price.]

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, [Felix manages to spit out, the name rolling bitterly off his tongue as he keeps his gaze averted,] b--crown prince of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus.

[Thank the goddess, he's playing along. Dimitri takes out his palm reader again, flashing his identification to the handler. Judging from how nauseous they suddenly look, the ploy has worked.

"We're so sorry about the mix-up", they say hurriedly, moving to grab two silver rings. "Why don't I get him properly registered to you so we can forget all about this unfortunate misunderstanding?"]

You had best not forget. If those alterations cause any medical problems, I will be getting in contact with you again.

["Of course. Ah, here, this is the master's ring..."

Rings... they look like silver wedding bands. Once upon a time, he would have turned an incredible shade of red if someone tried to get him to exchange rings with Felix. Now, he doesn't have enough emotional energy to be embarrassed. He takes the master's ring and slips it where he would put a signet ring. The other ring is handed to Felix with the clear expectation that he is to put it on right now.]

[Rings?! Felix, for better or for worse, is embarrassed enough for the two of them, coloring visibly as he takes the ring and reluctantly slips it on. The tingle that envelops him from head to toe isn't exactly unpleasant, but his skin crawls with the implications nonetheless...

Ears twitching slightly, he glances warily towards Dimitri, unsure if he likes the confirmation that it is, indeed, the boar prince he's come to detest. Is this truly better than being beholden to those madmen that had forced a certain role upon him?]

["All done!" they say nervously. "We will send his palm reader and the items he had on him to your room. Would you like a leash for him?"]

That will not be necessary. Come, Felix.

[Felix is definitely going to be angry, but Dimitri just wants to get away from prying eyes as quickly as possible. He turns with a flourish that makes his cape flutter dramatically, walking with confidence as he navigates their way out of the convention center. It's packed with people and obscene items and even live sex shows, but Dimitri ignores it all, only stopping if the crowd threatens to separate them. It would be nice if he could remove his cloak and cover Felix up — too many eyes trail after him for Dimitri's tastes.

At his determined pace, it only takes them five minutes to get outside. Dimitri's already called for a hovercar, which he steps up to. The doors lift automatically once he gets close, and he motions for Felix to get inside and sit. Blessedly, an AI drives the thing and he's able to remove his cloak and toss it on Felix.]

[It rankles at him how Dimitri calls for him like a dog to heel, but besides a characteristic glower, he follows as instructed, very much eager to put some distance between himself and this damn place. Never mind the gazes that trail after them--nay, Felix specifically. His captors have often whispered about his estimated worth, and invested everything into making him a worthwhile pet, for however disgusting that concept is.

By the time they're inside the car, Felix's irritation has built itself to a healthy level, overshadowing any embarrassment he feels at being seen like this. The way Dimitri simply tosses his cloak over Felix like he's some object to be covered up only adds up to it, and while he does take refuge in it (it's warm and he is not exactly enthusiastic about being paraded around in lingerie), he does glare at Dimitri once more, quite pissed at this turn of events.]

What the hell are you playing at, Boar?!

[Why is he scowling at him for that?! It seems a safe bet that Felix would prefer being covered up. Dimitri just frowns at him, folding his arms to look out the window as the car starts to rise up.]

Preventing you from being sold off as a sex slave. If you find that objectionable, feel free to keep running your mouth.

[He didn't expect thanks, but he did expect Felix to hold his tongue at least until they got to the apartment. Being scolded in an enclosed space raises his hackles.]

[It's Dimitri as the exchange in the shop had earlier proven, but the way he responds has Felix blinking in confusion at first, nothing at all like the eager to please fool of a prince he hand encountered back in the academy.]

And you'll do what? [Felix asks, determined to draw upon his anger instead of his confusion threatening to make a mess of everything.] Send me back there like some defective product?

[Dimitri feels a twinge in his chest at the question, that Felix would even have to ask. Guilt? He's definitely uncomfortable, at any rate.]

Surely even you do not think me that sort of monster, Felix. I would not do such a thing.

[He turns his head to look at Felix again, eyeing his bare shoulders pointedly.]

I would, however, make you walk to my quarters. I will not sit in here and have you lecture me.

[Something within Felix just snaps at how patronizing Dimitri is being, not at all helped by the way Dimitri eyes his bared skin as if that would discourage him from anything.

Felix sneers, and despite his better judgment, tosses the cloak back at Dimitri.]

How am I supposed to fathom how a beast's mind works? [He folds his arms, eyes still narrowed at Dimitri, defiant.] Walking like this back to your quarters? You speak as if I have not been through worse.

[Undoubtedly, Felix has been through worse. It's maddening, knowing that he once again failed to protect those most important to him. But Dimitri learned to not cling to his sorrows long ago. Better to hold tight to his anger and let it carry him. That anger is what drives him as he backs Felix into the corner of the hovercar, one hand on his chest to keep him from lunging.

The other hand pinches the tip of one of his ears.]

I should think you would know more about how a beast thinks than I do, [he says before unceremoniously returning to his own corner.]

[The pathetic little mewl that escapes him is downright humiliating, equally if not more so than the fact that he could only lean back and take out what Dimitri has to dish, his ominous words ringing in his ears as he retreats.

The warmth of embarrassment covering him from tip to toe takes the fight out of Felix, leaving him to sulk and lick his wounds. He doesn't make any attempt at conversation past that, stewing in his own corner as busies himself with looking out the window instead, home to a view different from the dump he remembers before he had been stolen away by those people. Shivering slightly as he draws his legs up to keep warm, watching as they fly through the foreign city.]

[Is it bad that he thinks that noise is a little cute? Probably so, but he does anyway. Dimitri is content to sit in silence for a few minutes, only speaking up when Eos tower looms into view on the horizon.]

We are almost there, [he says, turning to face Felix properly and firmly pressing the cloak at him.]

Just follow after me quietly. You can yowl at me all you like once we are in a safer location.

[Dimitri probably won't listen to it, granted, but Felix is welcome to try. He's been itching for a good fight, anyway.]

Don't patronize me.

[But Felix takes that cloak anyway, tucking himself under it as he continues to watch the view, a touch confused as he finds himself unfamiliar with the tall structures that surround them, nothing at all like anything they've ever seen in Fodlan.

Then again, this vehicle isn't exactly familiar either. A little out of his element--considering the sight does not faze Dimitri--he'll be quiet and cooperative as Dimitri guides them to where they have to go, if a bit sulky.]

[Barely a minute later, the hovercar comes to a stop. Dimitri's quick to exit, leading Felix into Eos Tower. The lobby of the tower is beautiful, filled with greenery, fountains, and a ceiling so high up that it's hard to make out any details. Not that Felix would have time to make out many details with the pace Dimitri sets, barreling toward the teleporter and using it the second Felix is in range. There's a brief flash of white, and when it clears, they're in Dimitri's apartment.]

The bathroom is this way if you want to wash the glitter off your skin. You will have to wear some of my clothing for now, though.

[Felix trails after Dimitri not unlike a chick would after a mother hen, hating himself for it but at the same time, struck by the splendor of their surroundings, one that Fhirdiad Castle can't even begin to compare to. He doesn't have time to make certain though, given how fast Dimitri goes.

Thankfully, he's only a bit out of shape as he trails after Dimitri. Just a little. He's panting slightly as they are teleported to Dimitri's apartment, still no less luxurious than everything he's seen thus far.

Still, being babied like this does not sit well with him at all, and he's every bit defiant as he sinks into the couch, not too keen on following Dimitri's directions even if a bath truly sounds good at this point in time.]

Hmph, whatever, [he says, unconsciously perching like a cat would,] don't order me around.

It was a suggestion, not an order.

[...but really, he wants Felix to at least change. Knowing what lies beneath that cloak is far too stimulating. The constant bombardment of sexual imagery is getting to Dimitri more than he would like. No matter how much he harps on about being dead, his body is still alive and all too eager to remind him of the needs he doesn't tend to.

So Dimitri stalks off to his room and grabs a pair of boxers for Felix along with a long-sleeved shirt. Any of his pants would be too long and drag the floor, so this much will have to suffice. If the boxers don't just drop to the ground the second Felix lets go of them. Has he always been this slender? He seems even smaller than Dimitri remembers...]

Here, [Dimitri says, placing both articles of clothing. on the couch near his cranky little roommate.]

[True, but the urge to be contrary continues to stir within Felix, and what has him ignoring the tempting fresh set of clothing, lying down and curling up on the couch instead with his tail between his legs as he tucks himself under the cloak. Using it as a makeshift blanket, he feigns sleep for the moment, thinking to take up this argument again later.

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Once the coast is clear, Felix decides to take the opportunity to explore the suite, far from anything he's ever seen in his life. His nose leads him to a plate of chicken in the kitchen, which he, after a moment's consideration, devours in record time. If Dimitri was intending to have that for himself, he should have known better than to leave it out like that!

He finds the bathroom easily enough, but without any bathing items in it, he wanders off to look for another one. The scent of soap leads him into a bedroom that smells a lot like Dimitri, something he notes with slight distaste before resigning himself to having to use Dimitri's bathroom and supplies.

For however much he groused about it, he welcomes the warm stream of water, very much glad for the opportunity to discard his lingerie and wash the grime off his skin. He takes the time to indulge and towel dry his hair, suddenly feeling the urge to curl up lazily somewhere in the suite once more.

While he manages to deal with the oversized shirt Dimitri gives him, the boxers are quite the lost cause, so he gives up on putting them on and leaves them in the bathroom. Mildly woozy from the heat inside, he staggers out and flops onto Dimitri's bed, curling the same way he did earlier on the couch as lethargy overtakes him once again, prompting him to pass out in this unlikely location.]

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[Though he hasn't been stuck in Tanagura for long, Dimitri's developed something of a routine. He works himself until he's about to pass out, he forces some food down his gullet, and then he drags himself into the bathroom to wash up before collapsing into bed. While it is most assuredly not healthy, it works to keep him from losing his mind even more than he already has. As long as he tells himself that all this downtime will result in him being in perfect physical condition upon his return and thus better able to take Edelgard's head, he can manage.

The routine is so ingrained that he doesn't even really notice Felix as he makes his way into his bathroom for a quick shower. Dimitri runs hot, so he isn't wearing anything save for another pair of tight-fitting boxers when he emerges. If he had remembered that he has company, he would have put on a top as well. The city only repaired his eye and the scar on his face, the rest of his body is still littered with them. Felix staring him down with that judgemental stare as he beholds the evidence of Dimitri's carelessness is not at all his idea of a good time.

Once he's actually crossing the room to go to bed, his gaze finally settles on Felix again. Infuriating, beautiful Felix, wearing his shirt all curled up in a ball. He wasn't sure before, but seeing him here now... this is probably just a dream, isn't it? Dimitri settles down beside him with a curious expression, reaching out to feel the soft fur at the base of those cat ears. What a ridiculous dream.

It's almost pleasant.]

[Felix is so out of it that he doesn't notice Dimitri come in for a shower, but he does notice it when he starts to touch his ears.

His eyes fly open, alert, but a low sound rumbles in his throat, the touch surprisingly pleasant despite the fact that he has every right to be irritated at it.]

...What do you think you're doing? [he asks, curling up some more as he purses his lips in annoyance.]

[There he is. That's the cranky Felix he knows. With a silent huff of amusement, he reaches in to scratch behind both ears before drawing back.]

I should be asking you that question. Surely you can see that this is my bed. If you lack the courtesy to so much as ask me first, then I think indulging my curiosity is fair.

[A pleasured sigh escapes him anyway when Dimitri moves to scratch behind his ears, a pathetic little whine which has Felix's cheeks coloring a healthy pink when he finds himself longing for more of it.]

I didn't ask you to take me here, [he mumbles, ears flattening back,] you'll just have to live with it.

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