[Closed] Just Say You Do | April 10

[bestswordmaster]

Who: Team Femblemtroika + Jane, Kayo, & Zuke; and Carly as photographer (if you want! per this thread)
When: April 10
Where: On the beach in Olivine
What: #sylvixwedding

Today, 10 Great Tree Moon - or April 10, if that's more your style - a small section of beach along Olivine's coast has been rendered 'for private use only' for a time.

In Fodlan, Great Tree Moon is the beginning of the new year, coinciding with the onset of true spring. This wedding wasn't deliberately planned as a symbolic expression of this fact, but it's a happy coincidence that it is one.

Those gathered for the event today are a tiny group, by the standards of Kingdom nobility. If this were taking place in Faerghus, every lord and lady would have been expected to show up, bearing lavish gifts and false flattery on their tongues. Here, it's just a bunch of friends and partners, nothing more. And everyone present is likely to agree that this is much, much better.

[The subject line of this post is brought to you by the convention video of Sylvain's voice actor proposing in character to Felix's voice actor. It's amazing.]

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[bestswordmaster]

Felix knows, which is why instead of protesting, he scoffs and pokes Sylvain with a finger. "Perhaps your husband thinks you need a little toughening up." And likewise, he trusts that Sylvain knows that this isn't actually true. He said exactly the opposite in his vows earlier, after all. The memory brings a faint tinge of pink to his cheeks.

"Although you do have a point, about when he's on the road. He's got a ludicrous hat and a bottle of cologne to remember you by, so it's only fair."

He takes both of Sylvain's hands and pulls his arms around him almost like a cloak, caring little that it makes walking a bit more awkward. "Do you want to go back to the room, or somewhere else?"

[gautsome]

"Oh, I've heard that from him quite a bit." It's freeing, how easily they can talk about this. It had been a difficult handful of months, but they've made it through, better than ever. Felix knows what he needs now. "But I know deep down, he likes me nice and soft."

Speaking of, he runs those soft hands over Felix's abdomen. Through the fabric, it's probably difficult to feel just how well-cared for his hands are. He shows them off anyway, proud that the callouses (which had developed over the months back home had carried over when he woke up) had finally been smoothed away.

"I don't know if I want to go back yet. I know we have a marriage to consummate but... Fe, you're just so pretty in the moonlight."

[bestswordmaster]

Sylvain may be joking, but in a way, it's true. Felix prefers it when Sylvain is comfortable enough to be wholly himself, without any of the facades that he uses as defenses, and the real Sylvain is soft. He's compassionate and loving and tender, all the things Felix doesn't know how to be anymore; perfect exactly the way he is. Still... "Tsk. Don't be stupid. He'd like you no matter what. You know that."

At the very least, it's obvious when the soft flesh of Sylvain's palm doesn't catch on the embroidery covering Felix's doublet, and Felix has been holding his hand on and off all day. I'm going to make sure you never have to build callouses again. I'll protect you. I promise.

Felix can't help it, he snorts, even as the word 'pretty' gets him flushing faintly. "Sylvain, did you seriously just tell me I'm too pretty to have sex with right now? I can't believe what I'm hearing."

Despite making light of it, Felix turns to face Sylvain, eyes softer than his words were - even if he does drop his gaze after only a second or two to his husband's tie rather than his face, still blushing. "Besides, if anybody around here is too pretty in the moonlight, it's you."

[gautsome]

Sylvain doesn't need to be a psychic, or have a psychic Pokemon, to know what Felix had been thinking all day. Linked together as they were, he knows the body language of his husband almost better than he knows the common tongue. Each touch had been a reaffirmation of every promise they'd made, both today and overall.

That softness quickly fades into faux horror. His jaw falls, and his eyes go practically up to his hairline. After a moment, he claps a hand over his mouth, shaking his head.

"Felix, I didn't mean that!" He reaches out to hold Felix's shoulders. "I would never say that I wouldn't have sex with you. Ever."

[bestswordmaster]

"Ever, huh? Careful what you say, Sylvain Fraldarius. I'll hold you to it." Just saying that name aloud makes him almost giddy; he can't stop smiling. He grabs Sylvain's tie and tugs on it to coax his husband into a long, slow kiss.

"I think I like this necktie trend for you. This is much more convenient than pulling on your shirt collar."

[gautsome]

"Insatiable, remember?" He doesn't have time to say much else. Not that he minds -- suddenly he's kissing Felix and it feels better than ever. After years spent dreading marriage, the fact that he's enjoying it so wholly is a welcome surprise.

His hands lift, cupping Felix's cheeks tenderly. Every now and again, his fingers slide back into Felix's hair, though never so far as to disturb his braids too much.

[bestswordmaster]

Felix hums a faint note of amusement into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Sylvain's neck and closing his eyes. Kissing Sylvain has easily become one of his favorite things to do. He might even say it's better than sparring, maybe, if pressed. (He'd think so even if not.)

He could, in fact, stand here and do it all night, but eventually he pulls back with a sigh and a smirk. "I've decided I don't mind 'insatiable' anymore. Still want to put off going back to the room? I can tell you're dying to get your hands in my hair, so you can take the braids out for me."