[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.
[...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.]
[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.
[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.
[Well isn't that just adorable? Dimitri mentally files that reaction away for later use. It's tempting to torment him with it... but for now, both of them could probably use some rest.
Provided Dimitri can sleep. He'll try, at any rate.]
I could hardly just leave you, [he says, moving to lie back on the mattress properly with his head resting on one of the pillows. Dimitri reaches out to tap the nightstand and the room grows dark, softly lit by a false sky of stars above them.]
If your ghost were to haunt me as well, I doubt I could endure it.
[Tempting as it is to edge upwards, Felix resists the urge and stubbornly keeps himself by Dimitri's feet. From the corner of his eye he could catch the false sky hanging above them, grudgingly impressed despite himself.
For a while, Felix lets silence hang over them, unsure what to say to that half-compliment, half-ominous statement. Dimitri has never openly talked to him about his ghosts, and for him to do so now...
...It brings to mind another change that Felix isn't sure what to make of.]
...Why do you look like that anyway?
[Bigger. Different. Honest in a way that frightens Felix more than he could have foreseen.]
[Dimitri runs a hand down the front of his own torso, the action almost seeming sensual.]
The scars? It is difficult to say. In that dungeon with that sadistic witch, fighting to escape afterward, keeping out of reach for the five years that followed... This much is to be expected.
[Dimitri lifts his head slightly to peer at Felix in the low light with an unpleasant grin.]
[...That just makes zero sense. The moment Dimitri mentions a sadistic witch, Felix tilts his head up, eyes narrowed as Dimitri's nonsensical ramble goes on, ending in a grin that makes his fur stand on end.]
What in the goddess' name are you rambling about? Did they mess with you too when you arrived here?
[He thought that the elites were untouched in this sense, but perhaps they made Dimitri an exception for whatever reason...?]
[Felix sounds genuinely confused, though Dimitri can't for the life of him imagine why. His appearance is to be expected after all he went through, isn't it? Though he'd intended to just lie there and try to sleep, Dimitri sits up again, increasing the lighting in the room until he can see Felix properly. It's just a little bit brighter than candlelight.]
Other than restoring my eye, not that I am aware of. Why?
[Felix squints as the room brightens up, the light feeling a little too much for some reason. Is this part of those damn modifications they've tried on him too...? He could see just fine earlier--this much light feels unnecessary.
Still, he manages to adjust after a few blinks, and he turns to look at Dimitri again from where he's lying down.]
Your eye? You lost your eye?! [he practically blurts out, staring at Dimitri as if he just told Felix he had abandoned his throne to become a street performer.] When?
I do not recall when exactly. It was infected for quite a while...
[Wait. He remembers reading about this — about people being from different times. If the city can send him back to his own time as if none has passed, then it makes sense that people can arrive from any time as well. Wide-eyed, Dimitri crawls back over to Felix, cupping both of his cheeks in his hands.
Ah. The difference is small, but it's there.]
You're younger, [he says softly, not thinking to let go.]
[Felix hisses in protest at the sudden touch, glaring as Dimitri continues to cup his cheeks after that just as strange response.]
I've always been. What of--
[...Wait.]
...How old are you?
[Dimitri... does look like an older, more rugged version of himself, come to think of it. Could it be that he's actually older by more than just a few months? But how?]
[The hissing is ignored as Dimitri continues to take in the details. Fuller cheeks, his eyes are not quite as sharp... one hand slides back into Felix's hair, gently dragging through the strands until he reaches the ends. He cut his hair at some point between now and when they were in the academy, didn't he? Yet here it is, still hanging past his shoulders.]
Twenty-three, [he answers, brushing his thumb over the cheek still in his hand.]
[And there's the truth laid bare before them, though Dimitri accompanies it with distractions that have Felix squeezing his thighs together, chewing on his lower lip as Dimitri touches him so intimately, invading his personal space without a single ounce of care in the world.]
...Stop, [Felix says, tone breathy as unwanted heat coils within him, gaze slightly lowered,] you sound like a creep.
[There's something inviting about the way Felix starts to squirm, though what he says seconds later spoils it. Dimitri draws back once more with a rueful smile.]
Is that so.
[It's not really a question. Dimitri shakes his head.]
Well, you will understand what happened to me in a few months. Though I suppose you always knew, didn't you? What that mask of mine was hiding.
[Felix exhales in relief, heat diffusing as he dares to look up, not sure he likes what he sees.]
...I didn't want to be right.
[Felix goes back to curling into himself, tail following suit after he whispers those words. Because that's what happened, isn't it? Dimitri embraced the beast that lurked within, and lost himself to it.
Though all the same, that does not explain why Dimitri saved him back there in the first place. If Dimitri was truly lost, then why...?]
[That's part of why he fought it so hard. But Felix was right in the end, so why should he keep fighting? If it takes a beast to tear Edelgard's head from her shoulders, then he'll be a beast. He'll do anything to stop hearing their cries.
Dimitri watches the way Felix curls up. Without saying anything, he plucks the blanket that he sometimes uses from its spot on the mattress and drapes it over Felix. He runs too hot to want to use it right now, anyway. He then returns to his spot at the head of the bed, tapping the nightstand once more to get the light to lower. If this is a dream, he wants it to be over. Seeing Felix while he seems so small and vulnerable isn't something he relishes, and the thought of what must have been done to him to make him this way is that much more infuriating knowing how young he is.]
[The blanket smells like Dimitri, but Felix this time has no energy to protest it, simply burying himself under the covers given the cool that chills his bare legs. Strangely enough, the more he sinks into it, the more he finds it comforting, a fact that he hates as his eyelids droop, the warm atmosphere too conducive to sleep.]
Suit yourself. Just do not attempt to leave the apartment without me. Judging from the amount that pathetic excuse for a human being was charging for you, you are valuable enough that some might consider ransoming you.
[Or worse. The thought makes his stomach churn with nausea and impotent rage, so he pushes it aside, reaching out to hit the "relax mode" he's been using to fall asleep while he's here. Dimitri thinks it's just gentle rain sounds, enough of a backdrop for him to not hear the ghosts that haunt him so clearly. Alas, it's also drugs — thankfully, the fine mist only falls at the head of the bed, putting Dimitri under and allowing Felix to drift off naturally.]
[Is the last thing Felix says as he makes himself comfortable by the foot of Dimitri's bed, satisfying himself with the warmth radiating by Dimitri's feet. It's good for a few hours, but midway through the night, the pull of warmth calls of him. Felix sleepily crawls upwards, curling next to Dimitri's side instead before falling asleep once more.
[Even with a dose of sedatives, Dimitri stirs when the mattress shifts, five years of needing to be ready to fight at a moment's notice drawing him back to partial consciousness. he tenses, ready to fight —
But Felix is the only other person around, all tucked up against his side like an actual cat. Dimitri doesn't remember what he was dreaming about, but this feels like a continuation regardless. It certainly can't be reality, Felix hasn't sought him out like this in years. Dimitri turns on his side as well, slipping an arm into Felix's blanket cocoon to wrap it around him. His hand meanders on down toward Felix's tail, curling it between his fingers.]
[That touch startles Felix out of his blissfully half-awake state, tail erect and puffing slightly as he glares at Dimitri. He doesn't think on it when he paws reflexively at Dimitri, punching his chest not too gently as he tries to extract himself from the embrace.]
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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.
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[...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.]
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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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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.]
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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.]
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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.
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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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Provided Dimitri can sleep. He'll try, at any rate.]
I could hardly just leave you, [he says, moving to lie back on the mattress properly with his head resting on one of the pillows. Dimitri reaches out to tap the nightstand and the room grows dark, softly lit by a false sky of stars above them.]
If your ghost were to haunt me as well, I doubt I could endure it.
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For a while, Felix lets silence hang over them, unsure what to say to that half-compliment, half-ominous statement. Dimitri has never openly talked to him about his ghosts, and for him to do so now...
...It brings to mind another change that Felix isn't sure what to make of.]
...Why do you look like that anyway?
[Bigger. Different. Honest in a way that frightens Felix more than he could have foreseen.]
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[Dimitri runs a hand down the front of his own torso, the action almost seeming sensual.]
The scars? It is difficult to say. In that dungeon with that sadistic witch, fighting to escape afterward, keeping out of reach for the five years that followed... This much is to be expected.
[Dimitri lifts his head slightly to peer at Felix in the low light with an unpleasant grin.]
You can look at them if you like.
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What in the goddess' name are you rambling about? Did they mess with you too when you arrived here?
[He thought that the elites were untouched in this sense, but perhaps they made Dimitri an exception for whatever reason...?]
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Other than restoring my eye, not that I am aware of. Why?
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Still, he manages to adjust after a few blinks, and he turns to look at Dimitri again from where he's lying down.]
Your eye? You lost your eye?! [he practically blurts out, staring at Dimitri as if he just told Felix he had abandoned his throne to become a street performer.] When?
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[Wait. He remembers reading about this — about people being from different times. If the city can send him back to his own time as if none has passed, then it makes sense that people can arrive from any time as well. Wide-eyed, Dimitri crawls back over to Felix, cupping both of his cheeks in his hands.
Ah. The difference is small, but it's there.]
You're younger, [he says softly, not thinking to let go.]
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I've always been. What of--
[...Wait.]
...How old are you?
[Dimitri... does look like an older, more rugged version of himself, come to think of it. Could it be that he's actually older by more than just a few months? But how?]
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Twenty-three, [he answers, brushing his thumb over the cheek still in his hand.]
You must still be seventeen...
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...Stop, [Felix says, tone breathy as unwanted heat coils within him, gaze slightly lowered,] you sound like a creep.
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Is that so.
[It's not really a question. Dimitri shakes his head.]
Well, you will understand what happened to me in a few months. Though I suppose you always knew, didn't you? What that mask of mine was hiding.
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...I didn't want to be right.
[Felix goes back to curling into himself, tail following suit after he whispers those words. Because that's what happened, isn't it? Dimitri embraced the beast that lurked within, and lost himself to it.
Though all the same, that does not explain why Dimitri saved him back there in the first place. If Dimitri was truly lost, then why...?]
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[That's part of why he fought it so hard. But Felix was right in the end, so why should he keep fighting? If it takes a beast to tear Edelgard's head from her shoulders, then he'll be a beast. He'll do anything to stop hearing their cries.
Dimitri watches the way Felix curls up. Without saying anything, he plucks the blanket that he sometimes uses from its spot on the mattress and drapes it over Felix. He runs too hot to want to use it right now, anyway. He then returns to his spot at the head of the bed, tapping the nightstand once more to get the light to lower. If this is a dream, he wants it to be over. Seeing Felix while he seems so small and vulnerable isn't something he relishes, and the thought of what must have been done to him to make him this way is that much more infuriating knowing how young he is.]
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...I'm going to bed.
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[Or worse. The thought makes his stomach churn with nausea and impotent rage, so he pushes it aside, reaching out to hit the "relax mode" he's been using to fall asleep while he's here. Dimitri thinks it's just gentle rain sounds, enough of a backdrop for him to not hear the ghosts that haunt him so clearly. Alas, it's also drugs — thankfully, the fine mist only falls at the head of the bed, putting Dimitri under and allowing Felix to drift off naturally.]
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[Is the last thing Felix says as he makes himself comfortable by the foot of Dimitri's bed, satisfying himself with the warmth radiating by Dimitri's feet. It's good for a few hours, but midway through the night, the pull of warmth calls of him. Felix sleepily crawls upwards, curling next to Dimitri's side instead before falling asleep once more.
That's better...]
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But Felix is the only other person around, all tucked up against his side like an actual cat. Dimitri doesn't remember what he was dreaming about, but this feels like a continuation regardless. It certainly can't be reality, Felix hasn't sought him out like this in years. Dimitri turns on his side as well, slipping an arm into Felix's blanket cocoon to wrap it around him. His hand meanders on down toward Felix's tail, curling it between his fingers.]
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