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☆ caught in the rain meme ☆ little steps meme ☆ affectionate physical contact meme ☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy ☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU ☆ melodrama is ultimate tier ★ SHIPPING AND FUCC: ☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh ☆ things I am not into: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character ☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty ☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen

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[brothered]

[Only idiots brag about themselves and/or the things they've supposedly accomplished. Felix knows what he's done! That's enough—for him, anyway, but as he looks down (weird!) at Constantin, he's reminded of... himself, in a way. His younger self, eager to hear tales of heroic knights defeating all manner of foul beasts. Childish!

But oddly endearing, in a way. Almost as endearing as the way Constantin can look him in the eye while saying the stupidest things, because you know, while Felix takes pride in his honest, blunt demeanor? This is an entirely different level of honesty, one that sends him glancing off to the side, face flushing an even deeper shade of red. He was... missed. He knew that, to some degree, but to hear it phrased like that...

Or: Felix is as weak to even the tiniest displays of affection, but he does his best to hide it with an incredulous sort of huff as he looks back Constantin's way. Shut up! He's so tough!!]

A search party...

[Felix knows he wouldn't do such a thing? Couldn't, because Constantin is right—that involves some serious maneuvering, and he's not worth all that fuss. He is perfectly capable of handling himself, thank you. They both know it, but while he could be snippy about this perceived slight... hmm.]

Then you're an even bigger fool than I realized. You'd be accepting invitations for the rest of your life. Returning favors, [he adds, distastefully, as he reaches one gloved hand out to carefully cup Constantin's cheek. He can't maintain eye contact while someone is throwing soft words his way, but he certainly isn't immune to them.] However would you survive?

[Much like he does now, really, but still. It's easy to say such gently mocking things when there's a desk between them.]

[takeroot]

[Calling him a fool is so romantic, wow. Constantin doesn't seem to care; he's been called worse, and the hand on his cheek is much more distracting than hypothetical name-calling. Part of him wants to lean all the way across this desk and drag Felix back over it with him, but he's resisting! The self control here is off the charts!

He settles, then, for covering Felix's gloved hand with his own with a light touch, thoughtfully raising his eyebrows. How would he survive such a difficult life that is just like the one he already has...]

First I would scale down the wall outside the window in my chambers in the dead of night, [he says, like he's thought about it before.] And down below, there'd be a dashing savior waiting to spirit me away! Surely. At least for the evening.

[Hmmm? Yes? Adventure and romance, nudge nudge? He purses his lips and hums. Well!]

Several evenings, actually.

pretend this isn't weeks late... it's fine

[brothered]

[Surely this soft gesture more than makes up for the lack of soft words on Felix's end, especially once he runs his thumb along that cheekbone. He doesn't always know what to say—or what to do, really, but as awkward as he (often) feels around Constantin, he's undeniably... fond? Of him? And that's not quite right; like, there's definitely more to it, but—

—well! Felix's face is warm enough, thanks; it's a wonder he's managed to keep cool ("cool") this long, so forgive him for allowing his smirk to grow as he listens to this fanciful tale. Foolish... and so perfectly Constantin...]

Hm. Your "dashing savior" must have no responsibilities to speak of.

[How nice for that mystery man, says the mystery man. He's hilarious.]

Perhaps he could spare one evening. [Let him just bring the hypothetical into the actual, here, as he moves to straighten back up—and, you know. Pull his hand away in the process, because while they both know one can easily become many, he has to try to preserve this Coolness for as long as he can? Damn.] But no scaling down anything.

[Constantin, you will break your head open? Use the front fuckin' door.]

that icon is cute....i guess i can forgive

[takeroot]

[Ohhh, mystery man, you always know just what to say. Constantin is ready to protest - responsibilities are for people who haven't just come back from being so far from him for so long - but, ah! One whole evening! Even if scaling down the wall is an important part of the romance, he supposes he can make the terrible sacrifice of using the door...

Dramatics(tm) aside, he can't help but lean forward just a smidge, way more eager than is reasonable for something as simple as sneaking out at night. More accurately it's going to be walking out like a grown adult, but details! The dazzling prospect of one evening makes his theatrics slip just so, and the simple desire to be around Felix because he's been Lonely shows all over his face.]

Would that one evening be this evening? You know nothing in the world could stop me from making time for you.

[He will shut the whole city down if he must... No, hardly, but governor working hours are about to mysteriously stop right the hell now, if he has his way. If he must sacrifice scaling down the wall, he will have this—]

Ah— but are you rested? [He shifts, reaching for Felix's hand again with new concern. The evening excitement is huge, but only if his dashing savior is awake enough to enjoy it with him...] Perhaps I ought to be the one spiriting you away, this time.