[Dimitri doesn’t bother with anything excuses (I’m just making sure!). He only laughs again and picks up a new lance from the rack.] We can have dinner afterwards. No doubt we’ll have worked up quite an appetite.
[And it doesn’t even need to be said that he won’t hold back. He would never; not with Felix. For Felix, he goes at it with all his might. He fights as if he were out on the field, fighting another soldier (but with slightly less killer intent). He’ll always have a bit of an advantage using a lance over Felix’s sword, but not by much.
By the end of their spar, Dimitri is out of breath. His large form slumped over, hands bracing himself up against his thighs while his chest heaves. The grin on his face is pleased, satisfied, and he thinks Felix should be too.] Amazing as ever, Felix.
[He takes the necessary steps to bring himself to Felix and unceremoniously drapes himself over the other man, face tucked into the crook of his neck.] Goddess, I missed you.
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[And it doesn’t even need to be said that he won’t hold back. He would never; not with Felix. For Felix, he goes at it with all his might. He fights as if he were out on the field, fighting another soldier (but with slightly less killer intent). He’ll always have a bit of an advantage using a lance over Felix’s sword, but not by much.
By the end of their spar, Dimitri is out of breath. His large form slumped over, hands bracing himself up against his thighs while his chest heaves. The grin on his face is pleased, satisfied, and he thinks Felix should be too.] Amazing as ever, Felix.
[He takes the necessary steps to bring himself to Felix and unceremoniously drapes himself over the other man, face tucked into the crook of his neck.] Goddess, I missed you.