I want to Beheeyemlieve

[indigo_league]

Who: All affected!
Where: Inside a dream, a memory.
When: Halloween night!
Summary: Log for the 2021 Beheeyem Halloween event
Rating: Many of these memories may involve experiences that could be distressing. Please make sure to read the individual CWs for each top level. Also, make sure to tag your own top levels accordingly.

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[bestswordmaster]

Jaskier's reaction startles Felix a little, prompting him to look back at his younger self, brows raised. What's he so riled up for already? He doesn't even know what Felix meant by that.

"He's--"

He cuts himself off, though, when footsteps approach from the hall. Felix turns toward the door again, but more reluctantly this time; he cannot believe he has to go through all this again.

The man who appears in the doorway, Rodrigue Fraldarius, looks so strikingly like his son that it would be nigh impossible to mistake them for anything but close family.

Right now, he looks like he hasn't slept in days. Nonetheless, he finds a tired smile for you and comes over to place a hand lightly on top of your head. "Felix. You should be asleep."

[rollstoseduce]

The resemblance is uncanny, and Jaskier can't help wonder if Felix's family was the kind to marry cousins to keep the blood clean and pure or some other bullshit excuse like that. The man looks tired as fuck, and he's gentle when he approaches him - Jaskier would appreciate the attempt to smile and worry about his son if Felix hadn't told him things are about to get worse.

This is so confusing. This is also why noble life sucks.

"So should you," Jaskier replies without thinking. "His armor shouldn't be here either."

[bestswordmaster]

Rodrigue chuckles softly, even as his eyes tighten a little. He pulls another nearby chair closer to sit just beside you. "Perhaps I should," he admits. "But there's so much left to do for...for the funeral." The look on his face says that he probably wouldn't be able to sleep anyway even if he tried.

The adult Felix leans his head back against the wall, just listening to this conversation happen yet again. Rodrigue seems to ignore the bit about the armor for now, as though the memory just skipped over your having said it at all. "Tell him that again in a moment," Felix says without lifting or turning his head.

"Felix..." Rodrigue reaches over to place his hand atop yours on the arm of the chair. "There will be quite a bit for you to do, as well, in the coming days. I know you can be strong, but even the strongest of us needs his rest." His eyes stray from yours, into the fire.