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victory_road2022-01-07 08:44 am
sonofagautier) wrote in victory_road2022-01-07 08:44 am
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❖ Act & Exposition, VR edt. [Permanent Catch-All]
Who: Sylvain & Co.
What: Anything;
Where: anywhere;
When: and at anytime!
Notes: Permanent general log for all plotted interactions outside of events. Partners will be tagged in the subject line along with warnings! ♥ HMU if you ever want a general starter here.
What: Anything;
Where: anywhere;
When: and at anytime!
Notes: Permanent general log for all plotted interactions outside of events. Partners will be tagged in the subject line along with warnings! ♥ HMU if you ever want a general starter here.
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Seeing the look on Sylvain's face when he comes back out is incredibly satisfying. Felix smirks; his next stretch is angled to give Sylvain an extremely good view of his legs. On purpose or coincidence? Who knows?
"No," he replies in a tone that's almost dismissive, finishing up his stretches and then standing to move into the center of the dance floor with an air of distant, untouchable grace. He plucks half of the Doublade from the air, holding one sword by the hilt while the other remains floating nearby, and takes up a stance that's somewhat like one he might use on the battlefield, but less practical and more poised. The other half of the Doublade moves off to press a button on Felix's Gear sitting on the bar - starting the music.
Some of his dance should be familiar to Sylvain, drawing directly from the style of battlefield sword dancing they used in the war. Those moves are interspersed and seamlessly blended with both proper ballet steps and the burlesque dances he's learned from Lust. At first, the three elements are fairly balanced with each other, but as the dance goes on, the burlesque style gradually takes over.
At some point, he releases the sword altogether and lets his movements take him closer to Sylvain, until the only distance that separates them is the rail - but Felix keeps dancing, and doesn't make any move to touch him.
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At least he does until Felix's dance actually starts. Then his expression is pure enrapture. The light catches his eyes in such a way it's almost starry, his everything wrapped around holding Felix in his sight. He's beautiful and entrancing, and always has been. There'd been more than a few battles that Sylvain had been caught staring at the form and figure of Felix darting into the fray. Now though? Now he's allowed to watch unabashed. Follows every curve and flash of skin and silk.
It's beautiful, and then its raw and demanding his attention. He's probably not supposed to touch, but good luck getting his hands not to wander. When Felix draws near, it move on it's own, trying to brush along his leg. It's wanting, but in a tender, mesmerized way. Like Sylvain's watching the dance of something ethereal and celestial and all things out of his league. And if the music wasn't playing over it, Sylvain's fairly certain Felix could hear how his heart soars and thunders for him.
cw: slight spiciness
Felix remembers those times when he would turn from felling an opponent in battle to find Sylvain watching him. At the time, focused on the fight and concerned about Sylvain taking his eyes off his own foes, Felix would simply tell him to stop gawking before he got himself killed like the fool he is, and think little more of it. In retrospect, Sylvain's staring might have been a subconscious inspiration for his decision to start performing.
Felix pulls back from that hand, just far enough to deny Sylvain the touch. For now. The rail serves his purposes well; he stretches a leg up onto it and uses it as a sort of horizontal pole to dance with. Still, anytime Sylvain tries to touch him again, he pulls back.
Finally, as the music nears its end, Felix lets himself down on Sylvain's side of the rail to straddle his lap. They don't do lap dances at Medusa, but Felix knows well enough how to use the internet to figure out that they exist. Seated, now, he keeps moving to what remains of the music, giving Sylvain a look that plainly dares him to try touching him again.
Re: cw: slight spiciness
Sylvain picks his legs up to brace his heels against the rail, and leans the seat back to be comfortably beneath Felix. He watches Felix down the line of his body, head tilted just so to bare his throat a little. Not quite submission, but respect for the pretty, dangerous thing so tantalizingly across his hips.
Broad, strong hands find the bare skin of Felix's thighs, and drag his nails down strong muscle. He doesn't restrain Felix's motion in any way, but oh does he want him.
"Tease," he huffs out, voice pitched down into a heady purr.
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Felix lifts his arms above his head in a graceful arc and bends backward, between Sylvain's raised legs and past them, making those thigh muscles flex under Sylvain's hands as he stays in place with his legs alone. He bends all the way back until his fingers and loose hair brush the floor, and then slowly rolls his body back upright, his movements sinuous and controlled.
He lets the momentum carry him forward a bit until his mouth is right beside Sylvain's ear. "Going to do something about it?" he says, not quite whispering as his lips brush the ear's shell just barely.
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