* 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 / 𝐬𝐨𝐧

                    “    HAH , begging you say …   quite the assumptions you have there  .   tempting  ,  but i will not submit to you so easily   .  

@unkneight·.

“  HEY  HEY ,  FE - LIX.  ”  SYLVAIN  DRAWS  OUT  his  name ,  voice  ever  teasing ,  ever  soft.  perhaps ,  only  because  he’s  hesitant ─  is  he  too  vulnerable ?  too  forward ?  well ─ so  be  it ,  he  decides ,  as  sylvain  runs  a  hand  through  his  hair  &  gives  the  best  grin  he  can  muster.  “  do  you  think  i  should  dye  it  red  again ?  ”

the  thought  has  plagued  him  for  a  while.  might  as  well  start  asking ,  now.  “  i  mean ─  i  thought  it  was  my  best  feature ,  y’know ?  would  feel  nice  to …  have  it  back.  ”

can you take me off life support too

@sunraise​  said  :   qwuick! hawnd me the defwibiwiwatow !!!

                   “    i do not mind it  .   a moment for us to be alone …  sounds wonderful  .   where would you like to go  ,  felix  ?    ”

@awakenfate​  said  :   ❝ I'm not entirely convinced I have an eye for these things, but... ❞ Annette lets out a huff of breath, straightening up to present his gift to him with a hint of shyness that begins to envelop her. A silver dagger, recently picked up from the blacksmith's. ❝ I hope you like it? ❞

very very late felix day 2020  /  not accepting  .

          not untypical for a disposition like felix’s, his arms were folding across his chest, an eyebrow raised if only to mildly question the situation of annette’s  unease. his eyes, however, were calm as the summer’s serenity, caring even as they regarded the excitedly flickering light in her eyes. arms unfolded abruptly as she moved to present to him a handsome leather holster. the shape was immediately conspicuous, and like an eager child at yule, excitement boiled as he explored its contents.

          “ for ... me ?? ”

          the metal shone with a majestic gleam under the sun, a silver so pristine it seemed transparent in his hands. amber eyes followed the delicate etching along the blade’s spine right to the seamless point. his fondness for unique weapons was no secret among those who knew him well, but the sentiment of associating them with him was still a surprise that left him touched. only those eyes set upon him ( blue, like the ambitious glimmer of the ocean itself ) would bear witness to the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips.

bitch i taught u how to kick ass, i’ll kick your frickin’ ass firsT