back in the weeds, underneath the sun ---- itâs welcome after the blood and gore of the school, but between every tree, felix still searches for empties, unrelenting in his grip on his s-pole, expression scarred with something like a permanent grimace; but thereâs an encroaching fatigue, too, settling into the lines and curves of his features. more often than could be deemed casually, heâs presses close to hope and iris both, as if assuring them that heâs still here (or, the other way around, if the way he exhales, blinking in rapid relief could be any indication.) itâs iris heâs near now, right hand on her shoulder, head on a swivel as he studies the surrounding woods; quiet, still, but the tension that radiates hotly between his ribs doesnât ease.
the squeeze to her shoulder that eventually comes is subtle, though enough to alert her that itâs intentional; felix pairs it with a little hey, hesitating a step and allowing himself to fall behind their little group, guiding iris to do the same. he waits a beat for the distance to grow another inch or so -- earning a brief look from huck, but she seems to understand the unfolding events, and, in turn, so do the others -- before heâs leaning into her, casting a glance downward, the edges of his features softening... but only just.Â
âthat gym looked like it was set up for a dance,â he begins, and wrapped within it is a silent chastisement for her leaving it when heâd asked her to do exactly the opposite. kicking at a rock in the path, felix continues, attempting to pose the question nonchalantly, but the arch of his brow is anything but:Â âyou manage to... have some fun?â @wanlidasâ