[Something about that has Dimitri laughing again. How can Felix go from so tactless and awful to genuinely caring? It's weird! Cute!] You're so strange, Felix.
[Aside from that small laughing fit, Dimitri really doesn't make a big deal of all this. Felix shucks off his jeans and Dimitri changes into his night clothes (a matching button down and sleep shorts. perhaps one of the few things in his apartment that will make sense to felix). He gets into bed, offering the spot next to him to Felix, and they sleep.
Dimitri sleeps much better in this life than he ever did before, but it still shocks him just how well he sleeps with Felix that night. Sleep finds him quickly and when he wakes up, he doesn't feel groggy. His eyes open and they stay open and there's no weight in his arms keeping him in bed. There's only the warmth of another person.
At some point in the middle of the night, they had turned towards each other, and so Dimitri is greeted by Felix's gentle sleeping face illuminated by the sun filtering through the sheet pinned to the wall. In that moment, there is only Dimitri and Felix in the world again. It belongs to them. All else quiets. Dimitri thinks he could watch Felix forever.]
[ 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?
[Dimitri's hand twitches under the covers. He finds himself wanting to reach out to touch Felix's face. But, he doesn't.] I don't know. Early. Did you sleep okay?
[ Felix pushes loose strands of hair out of his face. (sometime in the night, his messy bun came undone.) ] Yeah. ... Sleeping next to you wasn't bad. [ A bit of an understatement. ]
[ As it turns out, this Felix still blushes up to his ears sometimes.
Not that Dimitri has more than two seconds to appreciate that, when he's getting a pillow shoved in his face. ] Shut up. You know what I mean. [ h u m p h ]
[Dimitri laughs a real laugh that's loud and ugly. One he, and Felix, haven't heard in a long time.] I'm not sure if I do! [Know what Felix means, he means. But he hides behind the pillow in his face, doesn't try to fight it, as his laughter peters off into something gentler. Little snorts and giggles.] Oh, it's too early for this. We should get breakfast.
[ Oh, he missed that laugh. It never suited the prince of Faerghus, but it fit Dimitri to a T.
Felix eventually lets the pillow drop, and he has to resist the urge to kiss him mid-giggle. ] We should get going, before the lines get too long.
[ As reluctant as he is to return to the outside world, time continues to move on without them. So Felix gets dressed in yesterday's jeans and makes the short walk back to campus with Dimitri by his side.
(another day, he'll tell dimitri the truth. about how he wasn't there when he needed him most, and that his grief and regret haunted him for the rest of his (short) life.
and, perhaps, he can also say he loved him - from the day they met until his last breath, he loved, and loved, and loved. even when he hated him (or, rather, the beast he'd become), he loved him. the past tense on that doesn't feel quite right, though. all his feelings carried over from before, his love included.
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[Aside from that small laughing fit, Dimitri really doesn't make a big deal of all this. Felix shucks off his jeans and Dimitri changes into his night clothes (a matching button down and sleep shorts. perhaps one of the few things in his apartment that will make sense to felix). He gets into bed, offering the spot next to him to Felix, and they sleep.
Dimitri sleeps much better in this life than he ever did before, but it still shocks him just how well he sleeps with Felix that night. Sleep finds him quickly and when he wakes up, he doesn't feel groggy. His eyes open and they stay open and there's no weight in his arms keeping him in bed. There's only the warmth of another person.
At some point in the middle of the night, they had turned towards each other, and so Dimitri is greeted by Felix's gentle sleeping face illuminated by the sun filtering through the sheet pinned to the wall. In that moment, there is only Dimitri and Felix in the world again. It belongs to them. All else quiets. Dimitri thinks he could watch Felix forever.]
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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?
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You look well-rested.
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Not that Dimitri has more than two seconds to appreciate that, when he's getting a pillow shoved in his face. ] Shut up. You know what I mean. [ h u m p h ]
... Also, I don't sound like that. [ H U M P H ]
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Felix eventually lets the pillow drop, and he has to resist the urge to kiss him mid-giggle. ] We should get going, before the lines get too long.
[ As reluctant as he is to return to the outside world, time continues to move on without them. So Felix gets dressed in yesterday's jeans and makes the short walk back to campus with Dimitri by his side.
(another day, he'll tell dimitri the truth. about how he wasn't there when he needed him most, and that his grief and regret haunted him for the rest of his (short) life.
and, perhaps, he can also say he loved him - from the day they met until his last breath, he loved, and loved, and loved. even when he hated him (or, rather, the beast he'd become), he loved him. the past tense on that doesn't feel quite right, though. all his feelings carried over from before, his love included.
but all of that is for another day.) ]