Felix doesn't even move, nor does he question why Sylvain seems so content to stay like this even though he must have only just seen Felix right before he came here. He knows that eventually, they'll have to separate; Dimitri will show up at some point, and he has to let Inda out of her ball, and introduce the other Pokemon...eventually, Claude or Grant will probably call to see how things are going, or Dimitri will call them first...eventually, they'll have to break this little bubble they've made.
But eventually isn't now.
"Heh. I doubt I would have gone for it during the war." During the war, he says, as if it's over. It isn't, not for him, but he's been away from it for a year - it might as well be. "Though I suppose it's possible. After all, it only took us a week the first time around to figure this out."
A week and some dumb bullshit, but whatever.
After a minute or so, Felix does pull back from the embrace, but only far enough to shift to his knees, straddling Sylvain's thighs, and take the man's face in both hands. Sylvain looks a little different from the last time Felix saw him - his hair is shorter, his eyes are more tired, his hands more callused. Felix doesn't care, but he does wish he could fast forward to the part where Sylvain gets enough sleep for once. None of them ever got enough sleep on the march.
...dammit, now he really wants to kiss Sylvain.
"I want to kiss you. But I don't want to rush you. I can wait if you want to take it slow." He generally hates waiting for anything, but something this important is worth it.
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Felix doesn't even move, nor does he question why Sylvain seems so content to stay like this even though he must have only just seen Felix right before he came here. He knows that eventually, they'll have to separate; Dimitri will show up at some point, and he has to let Inda out of her ball, and introduce the other Pokemon...eventually, Claude or Grant will probably call to see how things are going, or Dimitri will call them first...eventually, they'll have to break this little bubble they've made.
But eventually isn't now.
"Heh. I doubt I would have gone for it during the war." During the war, he says, as if it's over. It isn't, not for him, but he's been away from it for a year - it might as well be. "Though I suppose it's possible. After all, it only took us a week the first time around to figure this out."
A week and some dumb bullshit, but whatever.
After a minute or so, Felix does pull back from the embrace, but only far enough to shift to his knees, straddling Sylvain's thighs, and take the man's face in both hands. Sylvain looks a little different from the last time Felix saw him - his hair is shorter, his eyes are more tired, his hands more callused. Felix doesn't care, but he does wish he could fast forward to the part where Sylvain gets enough sleep for once. None of them ever got enough sleep on the march.
...dammit, now he really wants to kiss Sylvain.
"I want to kiss you. But I don't want to rush you. I can wait if you want to take it slow." He generally hates waiting for anything, but something this important is worth it.