#finalblueprints

He turns to look at you, snapping out of a somber trance almost as if he’d been drifting off to sleep. A gentle smile comes to his face; a wordless introduction unfitting of the tense, ominous forest around you.

“Ah, I was gathering torn clothing from old campfires. I’ve found that sewing is a good way to pass the time, even though it can be a bit mundane.”

He straightens his posture, revealing the neatly stitched bundle of fabric he’d been squinting at in the dim moonlight for the past… who knows how long.

𓆝 ⋆.

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Felix is tending to the sick after a trial against the Plague. The sickness seems to have died down from its original severity, but it’s still causing a panic among the campsite.

He grabs an old shirt and rings it out in a bucket of lake water. It wasn’t as good as freshwater, but it was still surprisingly clean. He rolls it up in his hands and stuffs it into a med-kit.

The coughing from a nearby tent is getting to him. It stings in his ears like nausea stings an empty stomach. It was a feeling he couldn’t ignore.

I need a break… he thought to himself. But there were too many people sick for that. He wipes sweat off of his brow and goes back to his original task of repairing med-kits, winding up each used roll with clean-ish cloth to dress wounds with.

@silas-dogboy

Hii have a dbd starter!))

Felix moves the shirt he was mending into his lap, glancing up at the young boy that had tapped on his shoulder. He’s struck with a cold sense of shock.

The entity let children in here?

He’d seen teenagers in the realm — somewhere between 18 and 19 — and that already turned his stomach upside down. A dormant parental instinct in him, perhaps. Seeing what appeared to be a 14 year old here… it made him feel ill.

Felix hadn’t even processed the word choice of “monster”. It went through his head like a language he didn’t understand.

-✨ { @paintxd-notxs - It is past midnight for me right now, but I can write a starter for you tomorrow if you like!

(🌊🖤)

He feels his face go slightly pale. His charismatic exterior very noticeably stutters with concern.

“I… that would be nice, thank you. I would like to speak with her.”

Did she know?

-✨

One half of his brain is trying to read you, to tell what question he’s going to have to bullshit an answer for next. The other is enjoying the conversation.

-✨

(🌊🖤)

Felix stifles another laugh, very different in tone. It creep onto his lips as a new kind of smile. A defensive, perhaps instinctive smile.

“I can assure you, there’s no such a thing. I’m simply lacking when it comes to humor. I was making a generalization,” he says, perhaps too confidently. It came out too fast, almost cutting you off as you said your peace.

His eyes turn back to you. The politeness of his soft blue stare was tinted with a drop of something unreadable.

-✨ (While I continue cooking the blog for the OC...finally time to start asking some questions to the man directly himself...)

(🌊🖤)

Felix smiles a bit, flattered by the formality.

“Anything I’m lucky enough to find, although I enjoy ones about the art of construction.”

His eyes slowly drift off of Anon’s face, somewhat lost in a thought.

And

Favorite time of day and why?

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“I used to drink beer, but I also enjoyed champagne and bourbon. At least, I could drink enough champagne to look polite at events,” he smiles with a slightly embarrassed huff of laughter, his eyes focused on the sky above. “For non-alcoholic drinks, coffee is nice for long hours, though I’m not fond of the taste. It’s more so a necessity than anything pleasurable, at least for me.”

As the second question is asked, he stops for a moment, trying to recall times of the day where he wasn’t working on something. He squints at the ground, unsure if he was just failing to remember the last free day he had or if he just hadn’t had any.