Arrival; [Video]

[sonofagautier]

The gear's feed flickers in to a rather disheveled looking redhead that clearly doesn't want to be doing this. Because goddess and all the saints, he does not want to be doing this. Asking for help is already a task. Asking for help within a brand new world he cannot even begin to comprehend? Nightmare scenario. He's clearly lost and disoriented, and there's music and a fire pony following him around. Really, the only good thing is the fire pony- ponyta- whatever.

"Okay, don't know what this is, where this is going, or who's on the other end, but I can read instructions well enough to get to this point. Hi, Sylvain here, no clue where I am besides a very unhelpful 'New Bark Town' sign a few paces back, and I found a horse on fire. A baby horse, err, or maybe a pony. So... help? Maybe? I'm not even sure what I'm asking here."

And the apparent cause of how much of a mess his red locks are becomes obvious as he sweeps a hand through it again like a nervous tick. Behind him, the camera is panned just enough for a ponyta to be seen running obviously bored laps back and forth. They're pretty clearly at the edge of town, the buildings of New Bark still somewhat visible. Sylvain didn't make it very far...

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[sonofagautier]

"Can you blame me?" Sylvain fires back, a coy wink chasing his words. Of course he wants Felix. Goddess above, he's wanted Felix for so long it's interrupted dozens of his dreams over the years.

He's close behind Felix as they enter the tent. The moment he can be, he's got his chin over Felix's shoulder, and an arm wrapping around his middle. His free hand finds Felix's, squeezing gently.

"You really can't tease me like that. Do you have any idea how long I've thought about doing this?"

[bestswordmaster]

"I can blame you for a lot of things, but this isn't one of them." On that note, Felix pivots in such a way that if his hair were down it would probably flip over his shoulder and enters the tent.

As soon as Sylvain's arm slips around him, Felix leans back against his chest and turns his head just slightly so that his cheek brushes Sylvain's. He squeezes that hand back, even as his smirk grows a bit wider.

"I do, actually. And I had thought about it as well, despite my best efforts at the time." It's lightly sarcastic, but true; Felix spent too many nights after training with Sylvain in warm weather or joining him in the sauna, or sometimes just watching him ride a horse or practice magic or read a damn book, thinking about it. Ugh.

[sonofagautier]

Continued here (NSFW warning!)