Feb 15, 2020
@exaliant // starter call
The sight of him now, after all this time, has Felix so conflicted he can’t breathe. It should not be this achingly complicated, but his clenched fists are bone-white and sharp. He could shatter glass, with his knuckles pointed like that.
He doesn’t know what to say, here and now and without war looming over his head like a hammer about to fall down upon him.
“You look like shit, Your Highness,” he settles on. It isn’t as though he has much but his words to fight with now, after all.
