[ Sometimes, Felix himself wonders why he stuck so stubbornly by Dimitri's side. At times, he felt nothing could possibly turn him back into a human - that the boy he knew (and loved) was gone forever, just another casualty in the Tragedy. But in the end, he supposes it's for the best he never left. With the war over, and with each passing day, he sees more and more glimpses of the Dimitri he grew up with. He smiles easier now, and though he knows the voices of his brother and father, as well as the others who died in Duscur, will haunt him to the end of his days, he seems... more at ease. Like maybe he took his words to heart and their gravestones don't hang so heavily around his neck.
He's not trying to think about Dimitri right now, though. Honestly, he's trying to get some sleep. He's tired from his duties as Duke Fraldarius and Sylvain's best man. But try as he may to brush it aside, all this talk of love and weddings has made a little detail from his childhood resurface. That while Glenn was promised Ingrid's hand in marriage (probably for her house's sake), he had been promised to Dimitri as a symbol of their families' bonds. While neither of their parents were still alive to force the agreement upon them, and one of them was king of an entire continent and could do whatever he wanted anyway, he keeps... thinking about it. About that promise, and of him with his hands wrung in Dimitri's sleeve declaring he loves him, and that he wants to always, always be with him.
What an annoying time to get lost in the past. Why couldn't it be any other time besides at night? But between those thoughts and general restlessness, he finds himself laying in the darkness of his room with his eyes wide open.
So he's more than awake to hear that familiar knock and voice calling out to him. ]
Hold on. [ He forces himself out of bed but puts no effort to make himself look presentable. Dressed in comfortable sleepwear with his hair down, he opens the door and looks up at Dimitri. ] Did you need something?
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He's not trying to think about Dimitri right now, though. Honestly, he's trying to get some sleep. He's tired from his duties as Duke Fraldarius and Sylvain's best man. But try as he may to brush it aside, all this talk of love and weddings has made a little detail from his childhood resurface. That while Glenn was promised Ingrid's hand in marriage (probably for her house's sake), he had been promised to Dimitri as a symbol of their families' bonds. While neither of their parents were still alive to force the agreement upon them, and one of them was king of an entire continent and could do whatever he wanted anyway, he keeps... thinking about it. About that promise, and of him with his hands wrung in Dimitri's sleeve declaring he loves him, and that he wants to always, always be with him.
What an annoying time to get lost in the past. Why couldn't it be any other time besides at night? But between those thoughts and general restlessness, he finds himself laying in the darkness of his room with his eyes wide open.
So he's more than awake to hear that familiar knock and voice calling out to him. ]
Hold on. [ He forces himself out of bed but puts no effort to make himself look presentable. Dressed in comfortable sleepwear with his hair down, he opens the door and looks up at Dimitri. ] Did you need something?