#lionfaction

when felix comes into view, seemingly STRESSED to his hair roots, dimitri could not resist the strong wave of CONCERN and desire to alleviate his old friend’s woes. tentatively, he approaches, reading felix’s body language so as to take his step back when the other were to suffer too much in his presence.  ❝ felix - are you doing well ? ❞ he inquires softly, regarding the FORMER blue lion student with an openness for him to speak if he so wished.  ❝ how has the golden deer house been serving you ? ❞

          there is absolutely nothing suspicious about the way lysithea sneaks into the makeshift infirmary tent. at least, that’s what she tells herself as she casts a surreptitious glance around to ensure that no one is lingering close enough to spot her, a small box clutched protectively to her belly. she finds his cot near the end of the structure. 

         “hello, felix. i thought i might find you here.”       she’s quick to step between the dividers, drawing the curtain around his bed partially  -  just enough to hide her frame from view. it wouldn’t do to be caught by the others.      “i heard you were wounded in the battle earlier, so i’ve brought you something nice to aid in your recovery.”        with a grin, she opens the box she’s carrying to reveal . . .  two slices of cake.       “but it seems you’re doing just fine, aren’t you? resilient as always. still, some cake could do you some good, yes?” 

starters // accepting

❝ WE MUST ALL die at some point , Felix . Some sooner than others . ❞

HUBERT PREFERRED TO CALL HIMSELF A REALIST as opposed to a pessimist , though with some of the words that came out of his mouth , he could certainly see why he was seen as the latter by the vast majority of the population . Still , he was not one to take false hope nor feign ignorance to his situation – he was siding with his liege in a war against the church and , now by proxy , against the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus , no small feat by any means . It sounded cliche , but his belief in his lady triumphed over any and all fears he may have had , to the point where it gave him quite the inner vigour to stand sentinel for his empress , ironic due to him being a mage who should really learn to stick to the back lines . Ah , he hated to compare himself to Caspar at the best of times , but like him , Hubert did have a fondness for the thrill of battle and the adrenaline it brought . 

AND SO HE CEASED THE FORMALITIES , unveiling his sable tome containing malevolent conjurations of ages past , his preferred weapon in battle . Though he be without the power of a Crest , his convictions and his beliefs in Edelgard were enough to steel his resolve against any foe , be it a former classmate , Rhea or the gods themselves . His usual apathetic expression shifted to a sly grin , one whom any one of his enemies might have thought of as a facade , a ploy for a man facing his own demise to go out with a look of determination on his face , yet despite the odds being ever stacked against them , the magus knew that somehow , they would win . His emperor was too diligent , too pure of a human to be taken so soon , but him … He said to her once that he would paint the path red before her in blood gladly , and if that blood was to be his own , so be it . It would simply be the cruel jest of fate at work . 

there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes as countless of schemes begin to at least run a hundred miles per hour inside his head. it was a miracle itself that he didn’t start rubbing his hands together as he did so. ‘ perhaps i could ‘ he thinks, ‘ no wait, that would be so much better and —  ‘ claude is oblivious to all that is happening outside of his mind or else he would have noticed felix reaching for his braid before giving a forceful yank ( the man has never been known for his gentleness but at this point claude wished he was ).  accompanied by an ‘ ouch!’ he reaches for his right temple and rubs it slightly while giving felix a look of what was that for? 

          ❛ oh, how foolish --- ❜ she knew that she could not be heard over the sound of his training ( that was not something she was really counting on ), but she couldn’t help voicing her disapproval of this simple - minded young man nonetheless. certainly, there was an easier way to do things without so much effort put into it.

          ❛ darling, if you want to work on agility, you could just ask one of the mages around here to fire harmless spells at you. there’s no need to mess with blunt projectiles. and it doubles as target practice. ❜

@lionfaction / this random cute thing,,,,

UNEXPECTEDLY, felix’s lips touched his own in a sweet, pure kiss that even stimulates ALL of his nerves to life. his chest is filled with all sorts of butterflies, all sorts of HAPPINESS in the entire world he could only imagine. perhaps he feels a tad CHILDISH from this great rush of emotions, from this simple act that could pull the corners of lips towards his eyes.

for years, he could only watch felix behind a glass wall, never to FORCEFULLY break it in fear that the shards would wound his back. and now, he can finally get close .. without hurting the other. he’s GRATEFUL for it.his smile is still as WIDE as he first starts with and his eyes house a type of brightness that he never would’ve thought he deserved to wear ( but he’s here now, and he strives to appreciate it properly ).  

and admittedly, felix’s own initiation of the kiss, the unanticipatedness of it all somehow just makes him — impossibly ADORABLE.