[Felix huffs as Dimitri rolls away, eyes narrowed at the invitation.]
Ridiculous.
[For thinking Felix would take up such a thing after he very nearly crushed him to death, and some. Tail in the air, he promptly retreats back to the edge of the bed, curling up there in protest as he insists to himself that he cares nothing for the disappointment painted over Dimitri's face.
Still, without his blanket from earlier he chills too easily, and one resigned sigh later, he crawls back and burrows into the blanket, curling into Dimitri's chest to keep himself warm.]
[Dimitri twitches slightly as Felix settles beside him again, momentarily pulled out of his drowsing. But even after all these years, his presence remains comforting and familiar, and Dimitri is able to relax again after a matter of seconds. He curls his arm up around Felix with a sleepy-sounding "mmhmm", letting his hand rest in the dip of his waist.
If this really is a dream, he wants to keep sleeping a little while longer.]
[Shivering, Felix tenses when Dimitri wraps that arm around him. But when Dimitri does no more than rest his hand there, he sighs and closes his eyes, purring softly as he makes himself feel at home in that familiar embrace, letting it lead him into the depths of slumber.]
[Is Felix purring? How positively adorable. It's probably for the best if this is a dream he forgets upon waking up, but Dimitri finds himself wanting to hold on to the memory all the same. A small bright spot amongst the usual nightmares. Once he falls asleep this time, he remains that way, sleeping deeply. But the drugs in that mist are short-lived, and he'll stir before a solid eight hours have passed.
Felix is still here. What a bizarre world this is. How badly did they hurt him to make him like this? Once again, the thought slips in the cracks, whispering all the ways Felix's handlers might have attempted to condition him. But this time, the sorrow leaks in too, tainting the comforting warmth of his anger with a hollow ache. Dimitri shifts his hold, allowing him to card his fingers through Felix's hair.]
[Without any suspicious men prodding and waking him up before he's ready for it, Felix sleeps deeply as well, relaxing in Dimitri's warmth as he snoozes well into the morning.
Content to sleep the day away and unsure of when he'll be getting this much rest again, he stirs only slightly when Dimitri starts stroking his hair, burying his nose into Dimitri's chest as he groans contentedly at the attention.]
[It's a very suggestive groan in Dimitri's opinion, one that he finds himself a little too keen on. Not that it stops him from gently kneading Felix's scalp, hitting all those places that get tight and worsen headaches. There's no way Felix isn't a ball of stress after being kept captive — Dimitri knows, he was kept locked up for even longer. How strange it is, giving pleasure with his hands instead of pain.]
[Felix's tail swishes and curls slightly at that wonderfully blessed massage, a low whine rumbling in his throat when Dimitri kneads a particularly rough spot. This really feels nice, even if it's starting to feel more like reality rather than just a simple dream...]
[Responsive. Isn't that what the informational blurb had said about him? There's no denying that it's appealing, that it has Dimitri thinking of all the other ways he could potentially get Felix moaning like this. It has his breath coming a little faster despite himself.
How disgusting.]
Shall I get your back for you? Just lie down on your stomach, then, [he says sweetly, fully expecting Felix to wake up and claw at his face.]
[That uncharacteristically sweet voice is what gets him to wake, eyes wide as he beholds this older Dimitri's face from yesterday.
Blinking back his confusion and embarrassment, Felix hisses as he attempts to push Dimitri away, eyes narrowed suspiciously as heat rises to his cheeks.]
What in hell--?!
[No, Felix knows it pretty well, even if he wishes he did not. That comforting dream earlier, by the looks of it, does not seem to be a dream at all.]
[Naturally, Dimitri doesn't budge an inch. At best, Felix will just be pushing himself away from Dimitri rather than making Dimitri move. It's comical, really, and just what he needed to calm the heat that had started flickering to life inside him.]
Is there a problem? It sounded as if you were enjoying yourself.
[Yet that blush that still paints his features determinedly undermines that protest. As with the way his body laments the loss of heat now that he's distanced himself slightly from Dimitri on the bed. It's the same part of him that keeps himself rooted to this spot, unwilling to let that heat slip away anymore than it already has.]
[Though he's still a little bit excited to be standing up, Dimitri climbs out of bed anyway, counting on Felix to keep being too embarrassed over being called out to look his way. The underwear he was given upon arrival highlight the crotch anyway, right now it probably looks like he's totally hard...
Which is why he'll quickly make his way into the closet to pull on some plain loungewear before wandering out of the bedroom to pick up Felix's clothing and palm reader.
He'll leave the sword where it is. No need to give Felix something to swing at him in his own damn bedroom.]
[Fortunately for Dimitri, Felix does not spare a glance in his direction, busy stewing in his thoughts as he waits for the heat in his face to ebb away. By the time Dimitri returns with his clothing and the palm reader he never thought to check, he has sat up on the bed. Not bothering to straighten up the crooked way Dimitri's shirt hangs off him, he peeks at Dimitri and his meager belongings, frowning when he notices something missing in the selection.]
[Dimitri's gaze briefly drifts to Felix's halfway bared shoulder before settling on his face. With a scoff, he tosses him the palm reader and then the clothing.]
In the entryway. You can sleep in my bed if you want to, and I will gladly spar with you if you like, but not in my bedroom.
[He nods down to the palm reader.]
That thing has a tutorial mode.
[Of course, Dimitri could just teach Felix himself, but Felix is the sort that learns by doing. May as well not even offer.]
[The way Dimitri speaks to him makes Felix want to scratch something, annoyed more than he'd like to admit at the fact there isn't much he could do about that fact. He eyes the palm reader suspiciously--almost as if it might bite--but eventually he crawls cautiously towards it then picks it up. Resisting the urge to sniff at it (where did that even come from?), he presses a random button and startles when the welcome screen pops up, nearly dropping it when it starts speaking.]
["Hello, and welcome to Amoi, citizen! We know you must be terribly confused right now. Take a nice, slow breath and find somewhere quiet to settle down. When you're ready, say 'continue' or touch the green button that says 'continue' on your screen."]
...hmm. You did not even have a chance to turn it on...?
[Not surprising, he supposes. Felix is easy on the eyes and not at all shy when it comes to telling people off, he probably got picked up on the first day.]
I will get breakfast while you listen to it. Is there anything you would like?
[Felix shoots Dimitri a dirty look before picking it up again, this time concentrating on the screen instead of the flush spreading across his cheeks again. There never was a chance, considering the unsavory men he encountered pretty much off the bat.
For a moment, Felix considers being petulant, but not knowing where to get food in the first place, he decides to swallow his pride.]
...Meat, [he says without looking up at Dimitri as he presses that continue button.]
[Ah, Felix truly never changes. "Meat", so helpful. Dimitri rolls his eyes and heads out of the room, lingering in the kitchen long enough for the palm reader to finish its basic explanation and give him a list of questions to ask if he wants more detailed information. Best to let him absorb it on his own. It gives Dimitri time to ponder over what he should order them for breakfast... has Felix's sense of taste changed? Will spicy foods be too spicy for him now that he's some sort of cat hybrid? In the end, he opts to get two separate breakfasts, one spiced the way Felix usually likes it and one plain. He'll carry both back into the bedroom on a tray with two glasses of water.]
...I do not know if your sense of taste has been affected, so I ordered one with spices and one without. I can eat either one — I can no longer taste, as you seem to have guessed.
[Everything the palm reader explained to him would have been useful to know the moment he set foot here, but it's too late for regrets now. Instead of taking the time to ask further questions, Felix sighs and lies back in an attempt to relax. Curling into the sheets, he basks in the leftover warmth for what minute comfort he could get, trying not to think about what could have been if he had the time to learn all these things.
When Dimitri returns, he cants his head towards him, ears perking up slightly at the smell of something decidedly meaty.]
Don't really know considering they just fed me the same thing everyday.
[The spices do get his attention, though his expression grows pensive at the confirmation that Dimitri, indeed, could no longer taste. But he does not comment on it and simply makes a grab for the spiced dish. He's about to start on it before he pauses in memory of something drilled into him thanks to training--which is to peek at Dimitri to see that he's eating before starting on his own.]
[Felix has only the smallest of reactions to that bit of news. It really does baffle Dimitri how he could have possibly known, but having Felix gripe at him to stop eating his meals like he hated them did make him wonder. Even Dedue doesn't know...]
...is something the matter?
[Dimitri, of course, is not eating yet. He's waiting to see which plate Felix prefers, because it literally doesn't matter to him.]
[Once he sees that Felix doesn't have any objections, Dimitri settles down on the bed as well and picks at his own meal. It's always somewhat difficult to eat, even when he tells himself he's getting stronger so that he can be in fighting shape as soon as he gets home... but it's a little easier having someone here with him. Once he's about halfway through his meal, he speaks up.]
I did not entirely believe that they would be able to send me back to the correct time, but seeing you now... well, clearly time does not have the same meaning to them.
[Dimitri glances at Felix for a moment before continuing:]
I will show you where I have been training once your meal has settled. We cannot afford to grow soft here. There is a war waiting, after all, even if you have not yet experienced it yourself.
[It seems like the chicken from yesterday wasn't enough to sate him, and Felix is embarrassingly quick when he finishes his meal, wrapping up when Dimitri looks his way.]
I don't need a war to motivate myself.
[He casts his gaze downwards, exhaling as he looks to his hands. Too soft, he'll have to make up for this month's lost time.]
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Ridiculous.
[For thinking Felix would take up such a thing after he very nearly crushed him to death, and some. Tail in the air, he promptly retreats back to the edge of the bed, curling up there in protest as he insists to himself that he cares nothing for the disappointment painted over Dimitri's face.
Still, without his blanket from earlier he chills too easily, and one resigned sigh later, he crawls back and burrows into the blanket, curling into Dimitri's chest to keep himself warm.]
...Don't make me regret this.
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If this really is a dream, he wants to keep sleeping a little while longer.]
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Felix is still here. What a bizarre world this is. How badly did they hurt him to make him like this? Once again, the thought slips in the cracks, whispering all the ways Felix's handlers might have attempted to condition him. But this time, the sorrow leaks in too, tainting the comforting warmth of his anger with a hollow ache. Dimitri shifts his hold, allowing him to card his fingers through Felix's hair.]
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Content to sleep the day away and unsure of when he'll be getting this much rest again, he stirs only slightly when Dimitri starts stroking his hair, burying his nose into Dimitri's chest as he groans contentedly at the attention.]
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How disgusting.]
Shall I get your back for you? Just lie down on your stomach, then, [he says sweetly, fully expecting Felix to wake up and claw at his face.]
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Blinking back his confusion and embarrassment, Felix hisses as he attempts to push Dimitri away, eyes narrowed suspiciously as heat rises to his cheeks.]
What in hell--?!
[No, Felix knows it pretty well, even if he wishes he did not. That comforting dream earlier, by the looks of it, does not seem to be a dream at all.]
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Is there a problem? It sounded as if you were enjoying yourself.
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[Yet that blush that still paints his features determinedly undermines that protest. As with the way his body laments the loss of heat now that he's distanced himself slightly from Dimitri on the bed. It's the same part of him that keeps himself rooted to this spot, unwilling to let that heat slip away anymore than it already has.]
You're imagining things.
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[Red cheeks make all that fussing ineffective. Dimitri stares right at Felix for a few seconds before rolling over to pick up his palm reader.]
Ah, your things are here. Thank the goddess — my clothes are far too big for you.
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[Welcome news as it is. Felix lazily flops on his back, finding some strange comfort in that as he stares at the ceiling.]
Just my academy uniform and my sword.
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[Though he's still a little bit excited to be standing up, Dimitri climbs out of bed anyway, counting on Felix to keep being too embarrassed over being called out to look his way. The underwear he was given upon arrival highlight the crotch anyway, right now it probably looks like he's totally hard...
Which is why he'll quickly make his way into the closet to pull on some plain loungewear before wandering out of the bedroom to pick up Felix's clothing and palm reader.
He'll leave the sword where it is. No need to give Felix something to swing at him in his own damn bedroom.]
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[Fortunately for Dimitri, Felix does not spare a glance in his direction, busy stewing in his thoughts as he waits for the heat in his face to ebb away. By the time Dimitri returns with his clothing and the palm reader he never thought to check, he has sat up on the bed. Not bothering to straighten up the crooked way Dimitri's shirt hangs off him, he peeks at Dimitri and his meager belongings, frowning when he notices something missing in the selection.]
Where's my sword?
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In the entryway. You can sleep in my bed if you want to, and I will gladly spar with you if you like, but not in my bedroom.
[He nods down to the palm reader.]
That thing has a tutorial mode.
[Of course, Dimitri could just teach Felix himself, but Felix is the sort that learns by doing. May as well not even offer.]
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[The way Dimitri speaks to him makes Felix want to scratch something, annoyed more than he'd like to admit at the fact there isn't much he could do about that fact. He eyes the palm reader suspiciously--almost as if it might bite--but eventually he crawls cautiously towards it then picks it up. Resisting the urge to sniff at it (where did that even come from?), he presses a random button and startles when the welcome screen pops up, nearly dropping it when it starts speaking.]
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...hmm. You did not even have a chance to turn it on...?
[Not surprising, he supposes. Felix is easy on the eyes and not at all shy when it comes to telling people off, he probably got picked up on the first day.]
I will get breakfast while you listen to it. Is there anything you would like?
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[Felix shoots Dimitri a dirty look before picking it up again, this time concentrating on the screen instead of the flush spreading across his cheeks again. There never was a chance, considering the unsavory men he encountered pretty much off the bat.
For a moment, Felix considers being petulant, but not knowing where to get food in the first place, he decides to swallow his pride.]
...Meat, [he says without looking up at Dimitri as he presses that continue button.]
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...I do not know if your sense of taste has been affected, so I ordered one with spices and one without. I can eat either one — I can no longer taste, as you seem to have guessed.
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When Dimitri returns, he cants his head towards him, ears perking up slightly at the smell of something decidedly meaty.]
Don't really know considering they just fed me the same thing everyday.
[The spices do get his attention, though his expression grows pensive at the confirmation that Dimitri, indeed, could no longer taste. But he does not comment on it and simply makes a grab for the spiced dish. He's about to start on it before he pauses in memory of something drilled into him thanks to training--which is to peek at Dimitri to see that he's eating before starting on his own.]
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...is something the matter?
[Dimitri, of course, is not eating yet. He's waiting to see which plate Felix prefers, because it literally doesn't matter to him.]
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[Well, unnatural as it feels now, Felix decides to push past his anxiety and takes a bite out of the dish.
Hmm. Still good. With that established, he'll continue eating, content to do it in silence.]
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I did not entirely believe that they would be able to send me back to the correct time, but seeing you now... well, clearly time does not have the same meaning to them.
[Dimitri glances at Felix for a moment before continuing:]
I will show you where I have been training once your meal has settled. We cannot afford to grow soft here. There is a war waiting, after all, even if you have not yet experienced it yourself.
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I don't need a war to motivate myself.
[He casts his gaze downwards, exhaling as he looks to his hands. Too soft, he'll have to make up for this month's lost time.]
My goal to grow stronger has never changed.
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