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victory_road2021-12-07 01:13 pm
sonofagautier) wrote in victory_road2021-12-07 01:13 pm
Arrival; [Video]
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...
"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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Foudroyant makes a quiet chittering sound that's awfully reminiscent of a shy giggle. Felix rolls his eyes. He cannot believe Sylvain is flirting with his Pokemon, now. Just because Felix told him she was a girl! ...okay no, he can absolutely believe that. Sigh.
"The woods. I have a tent. We're going to need it for traveling anyway. And there's no inn in New Bark Town." Felix only barely catches that knowing look out of the corner of his eye, and although he doesn't return it, his lips turn up into a small smile to himself as they walk. Surprising Sylvain with all the things that are now allowed between them is very satisfying, as it turns out. "We just need enough distance from the road."
You know, enough distance so no ten year old bug trainers passing by will end up traumatized or whatever.
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"Romantic," Sylvain teases, but he's absolutely not complaining. He's done worse things in worse places than a tent in the woods. Might be a bit of an improvement in the general gist of things as it were. "How frequently do random people come traipsing through the forest though? Isn't it dangerous?" No, he hasn't quite grasped the concept that ten-year-olds are allowed to just journey the country alone with magical beasts. And that they will appear everywhere.
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"Shut up." There's no venom in it at all, and anyway, Sylvain doesn't know how right he is. A tent in the woods is where they had their first time together last time, too, even if this time there aren't literal fireworks. It's about as romantic as Felix gets.
"It's only dangerous in the sense that if you don't have a team of Pokemon to protect you from wild ones, you might get your supplies stolen or something. They don't prey on humans. And people traipse through all the time - it's the best way to catch new Pokemon. After sunset, though, it should quiet down."
Finally, he decides they're far enough from well-trodden paths and sets his bag down. Opening it, he begins pulling everything out. "Here. Help me set it up."
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"I mean, for you this is probably peak courtship, huh? The guy that thinks swords are romantic gestures." He's grinning ear to ear while he gets to work on the tent though. Tease about it? Sure. But he's pleased as can be. Still halfway riding the high of having his feelings reciprocated far more than he ever thought possible.
He's pinning a stake into the ground when he glances over to Felix, and catches sight of the ring again. There's a strange feeling in his chest, one he can't rightly identify, but he doesn't think it's awful. Still, he'd rather deflect than think about it. With teasing, naturally.
"Did you have your wedding in the woods too?"
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Felix pauses mid-strike on his own stake at the question, but only briefly. 'Did you have your wedding.' It makes sense. Sylvain doesn't remember being there. For all intents and purposes, he wasn't there. It's fine.
"No. On the beach." I could show you, is on the tip of his tongue, but he bites it back. There will be more than enough back at the house to overwhelm Sylvain with, when it comes to photos and other things from before; Felix won't rush him.
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It evens out when he tilts his head. The beach seems, well, quite nice actually. It's more romantic than he'd have suspected, ideal, really. And there's that feeling in his chest again, the one that's been hard to shake every time it crops up.
"Oh. That, uh, that sounds really lovely. I wish-" he wants to say wishes he could remember it, but it doesn't even feel as though he's forgetting something. There's nothing there to pull from, and it bothers him. "Sorry, it's probably weird for you, huh? Having to say these things to somebody who was there."
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He pauses again to glance over at Sylvain. "It is. But it must be just as weird for you, having to listen to me talk about your involvement in things you don't remember. ...it was...really nice."
I wish, Sylvain started to say. Maybe Felix was too hasty in deciding not to make the offer. And there's no harm in it - Sylvain's free to turn it down.
"I...could show it to you. If you want."
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Still, it's hard to hear Felix longing for something Sylvain can't give him. Or can't right now. No matter how much he wishes he could. It's not fair to them. How can he say no when so much of his life has always been about Felix, and Felix's happiness?
"Would it make you feel better?"
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Sylvain's question is one Felix isn't sure how to answer, because that answer depends so much on how Sylvain would react to it. He frowns in thought as he finishes hammering the stake into the ground and starts assembling the next piece of the tent.
"I feel fine. And I didn't offer to make myself feel better. I meant exactly what I said: if you want. If you don't, just say so. It's not going to upset me. I already know where we stand on this. It's fine. There's no reason to rush anything."
Much as Felix would be happy if Sylvain decided suddenly that he was okay with being married, actually, the absolute last thing he wants to do is make Sylvain feel any pressure over it. That's a surefire way to make Sylvain miserable, and that's exactly the opposite of what Felix vowed to do.
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So the redhead takes in a deep breath, holds it a beat, then exhales. He'll be honest.
"Maybe later," he offers again, smiling softly. "I'd rather get the tent finished first," and he's right back to being cheeky. He begins lacing the canvas through the pikes to give the tent its shape. Eager as he is, he'll put it towards something they both want right now. A shelter to make out in (and hopefully more).
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And then he smirks, back on more comfortable ground. "In that much of a hurry to get your hands on me again, huh?" Not that Sylvain's the only one, frankly.
Felix goes about assembling the rest of his part of the tent quickly, and soon enough they're finished. He tosses his bag inside just to keep wild Pokemon from getting at it and then steps inside himself.
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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?"
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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.
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