Most people who know Felix would probably assume that he doesn't like dancing. After all, it's not like he's done it much in front of anyone since before the Tragedy. In general, he doesn't like putting on a show...usually. Every once in a while, though, the circumstances are right. Like when he puts on a pair of ice skates.
Or when he's just gotten married and feels vaguely giddy and wants to show off what he and his--his husband can do together. They're expected to have the first dance anyway, and Felix doesn't do things by halves.
So that first dance sees Felix at his proudest and most enthusiastic, because he knows Sylvain can keep up with him like few can, and he's ready to win. ...at dancing.
After that, Felix will dance with anyone who asks, which is a great way to keep himself occupied so he doesn't have to be social. He knows this won't last forever and he'll have to go talk to people eventually and endure another bunch of dreadful traditions, but for now he can stick to what he knows.
B. Taking a Break
It hasn't been quite as bad as he expected it might be, mostly because everyone here knows him well enough to know that he hates parties and crowds, and doesn't like to have to talk much. (The wine doesn't hurt, either.) Still, whenever it becomes a little too much, he just...leaves the room with no preamble or excuse, to go outside and let the sound of the waves and the fresh, salty smell of the breeze wash over him. Anyone else with a similar idea may find him out here during one of those times.
And after a while, when it starts getting late, there comes a point when he stops really being able to hold a conversation at all and ends up just sitting quietly until he has a chance to tell Sylvain he's done and he wants to go back to their room.
Felix | OTA
Most people who know Felix would probably assume that he doesn't like dancing. After all, it's not like he's done it much in front of anyone since before the Tragedy. In general, he doesn't like putting on a show...usually. Every once in a while, though, the circumstances are right. Like when he puts on a pair of ice skates.
Or when he's just gotten married and feels vaguely giddy and wants to show off what he and his--his husband can do together. They're expected to have the first dance anyway, and Felix doesn't do things by halves.
So that first dance sees Felix at his proudest and most enthusiastic, because he knows Sylvain can keep up with him like few can, and he's ready to win. ...at dancing.
After that, Felix will dance with anyone who asks, which is a great way to keep himself occupied so he doesn't have to be social. He knows this won't last forever and he'll have to go talk to people eventually and endure another bunch of dreadful traditions, but for now he can stick to what he knows.
B. Taking a Break
It hasn't been quite as bad as he expected it might be, mostly because everyone here knows him well enough to know that he hates parties and crowds, and doesn't like to have to talk much. (The wine doesn't hurt, either.) Still, whenever it becomes a little too much, he just...leaves the room with no preamble or excuse, to go outside and let the sound of the waves and the fresh, salty smell of the breeze wash over him. Anyone else with a similar idea may find him out here during one of those times.
And after a while, when it starts getting late, there comes a point when he stops really being able to hold a conversation at all and ends up just sitting quietly until he has a chance to tell Sylvain he's done and he wants to go back to their room.