[closed] March Catch All

[nastyboy]

Who: Team Femblemtroika (Grant, Chip, Dimitri, Sylvain, Claude, Felix, Jinx, Razor, Ashe, Annette, Lysithea - with people going in and out as they please)
What: Please let this group just fall asleep in Olivine for a while with nothing exploding, they beg you
When: March
Where: The Olivine City general area
Rating: T

Comments

[bestswordmaster]

[The sudden sound jars Felix from the dream and he startles, blinking and falling still as he slowly focuses on Sylvain's face.]

What...Sylvain.

[It's more sigh than word, filled with recognition and relief. He rolls over and clutches at Sylvain like the darkness might drag him back to sleep if he lets go.]

Couldn't find...anyone. They didn't have faces.

[gautsome]

It sounds like you were having a bad dream, sweetheart.

[He leans down, kissing Felix's brow as tenderly as he possibly could.]

You're okay. I'm here. We're all here, and you're home. Our home.

[Mobile though that home may be. Sylvain still thinks it counts.]

[bestswordmaster]

[That feels nice. No one else kisses him like Sylvain does. Soft and warm and...and nice. He's out of words already, but that doesn't matter, he thinks.]

...okay. Right--we're home. You're home. It was...mm-hm. A dream, I think. I hate it.

[It still feels like it's lurking somewhere in his mind, somewhere in the dark beyond their bed. He still feels off-balance, like he can't quite wake up fully.]

Wait, don't...call me that.

[But it's not a grumble, like it usually is when he says this. It's more serious; an actual request.]

It's...you call everyone that. S'not...a name for me. I'm me, not them. Please, Sylvain?

[Regardless of what he might usually say, it's not the idea of Sylvain calling him by a pet name that he doesn't like. It's just that the ones he uses are the same ones he'd call any of the others; things he's probably called the women he used to date in the past, too. Things anyone might call their lovers. He doesn't like that.]

[gautsome]

[It's a good thing that Felix still seems to be so out of it. Otherwise, he might have noticed the barely suppressed flinch that rocks through Sylvain's form. He glances away from Felix for just a moment, feeling his heart sink deep within his stomach.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.]

Of course, Felix. [He keeps his tone bright, even as he leans down to kiss his partner's forehead once again. Even as his mind rips into itself for the mistake.] You should have said something sooner.

[His fingers twine into that dark hair. At least the softness keeps him grounded.]

Do you want to talk about your dream?

[bestswordmaster]

[Felix doesn't notice, despite clinging so hard that he's as close to Sylvain as he could possibly get. He nods against the other man's chest.]

Mm. I should have, you're right. But I didn't...words are...I hate them. Sorry, Sylvain.

[He relaxes a little with those fingers running through his hair.]

No. ...yes. I don't know.

[When he speaks again, it comes out in a halting mumble.]

I was supposed to be at the monastery, but it was the Fraldarius mausoleum instead and everyone kept...walking away. And every time I tried to follow them, I lost them in the...the maze. There's no maze there. But there was one. And when I finally caught up with someone and made them turn around, they didn't have a face. I couldn't tell who it was, or...if it was even someone I knew. Just...faceless people wandering around among the family tombs. It was dark. I couldn't just leave everyone there, couldn't...leave alone. Had to find them. And you.