continued from [x] @curse-of-the-phoenix
It happened before Felix fully registered what was going on. One moment, he had just slain one thief and was turning around, only to come face to face with another who'd tried to poorly sneak up on him. The next moment, he saw a flash of royal blue, and reeled back as a figure hit the ground right in front of him. No, that was—that was Dimitri. A storm of emotions rose in Felix's throat, threatening to choke him; he shoved back the tempest and went for it.
The thief who'd dared strike Dimitri fell, dead before he hit the ground, right as an arrow zinged by and found its target in the prince's side. "Damn you, boar—" Felix growled, pulling his blade from the corpse and stalking off, crimson dripping from the steel. And as he thrust his sword, running the archer through, he spared a thought—was this was Dimitri had felt that day Felix looked at him and saw a wild beast instead of a young man? Was this the blood-red rage that soaked his vision, turning every enemy he saw into a target that deserved revenge?
A glance around him told Felix that his allies had the rest of the battle handled, so he went back to Dimitri, dropping to a knee at his side. "I'm fine, boar, now stop drawing attention to yourself," Felix snapped. "Let me see..." Shit, that didn't look good. It wasn't pretty, but it seemed mendable—right? Felix's hand hovered over the wound for a moment, trembling, before he clenched his fist and swore under his breath. "Can you stand? You need to see Mercedes. Come on. You're not bleeding to death right now, you hear me? Not before..."
Not before I finally tell you all the things I've wanted to say.
Felix pushed the thought away and left it to gather dust in the attic of his mind. "Before I tell you how asinine that was," he said instead.
