[ On some nights, Felix dreams. He never remembers any details - only faint emotions and fuzzy images - but he has a feeling they're past memories. Moments in time in a war-torn land, and the academy days that were the calm before the storm.
But this time, he sleeps without dreaming. (even while resting, he refuses to be apart from dimitri.) And he's slow to wake for once, too, warm and comfortable in this bed barely big enough for two. ]
Mm... [ He shifts, face pressing briefly into his pillow as his senses come to him. That's right - he's not in his room. Ashe isn't nearby with breakfast waiting for him, in his fussy yet caring way. He's with... ] Dimitri? [ His eyes blink open, meeting his bright blue with his warm amber. ] What time is it?
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But this time, he sleeps without dreaming. (even while resting, he refuses to be apart from dimitri.) And he's slow to wake for once, too, warm and comfortable in this bed barely big enough for two. ]
Mm... [ He shifts, face pressing briefly into his pillow as his senses come to him. That's right - he's not in his room. Ashe isn't nearby with breakfast waiting for him, in his fussy yet caring way. He's with... ] Dimitri? [ His eyes blink open, meeting his bright blue with his warm amber. ] What time is it?