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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]

[And "passable," Felix assumes, means "quite bad," but it's not like this is a surprise? In many ways, they're complete opposites; this is something Felix is well aware of—and is occasionally frustrated by, and yet it's... well! It works for them, somehow. Constantin is unlike anyone else Felix knows.

And he wonders, briefly, if that will help or hinder their working relationship, but—hmm. Better to peel apart this tiny sandwich than think about the uncomfortable m-word, so allow him to do just that! And then pull a face when he realizes the veggie-to-meat ratio is, like, three-to-one. Disgusting.]

Then I won't ask you to spar. [Which is very different from simple training, thanks. But a beat, as he drops his dissected sandwich on his little plate, before:] Maybe I'll invite your cousin along.

[Is this good or bad? Like, what if he kicks said cousin's ass?]

[takeroot]

[Sparring would, in all likelihood, literally kill him, so this is... a good thing? Constantin is not great at combat, he knows, as much as he would love to be great at it without the hassles of both training and having to get into real fights with swords. He's delicate!]

Ah... you would?

[He has to think about this for a good long moment, in earnest; it's no secret to anyone who has ever met him that Constantin's love and respect for his cousin borders on hero worship, so what if Felix could kick their ass... Would that spoil his opinion of his dearest, most cherished relative, or— and let's be totally honest— just make him way more into Felix than he already is?

The answer is obvious to at least one person in this room, but maybe one day Felix will catch up. Constantin sips his tea.]

If my father has not demanded my cousin's presence for some diplomatic something or other, I could ask. You two ought to spend more time together, in any case.

[Specifically because dear cousin is the best cousin ever and can swing a sword good, not even because they're aaallllll gonna be family sometime soon.]

[brothered]

[And Constantin's, ah, cousin complex doesn't bother Felix? He has two (three?) extremely close friends of his own, but as Felix watches Constantin sip his tea—well! Well. The possible challenge aside, it would be a lie to say that the idea of besting Constantin's dear cousin isn't appealing all on its own. For... reasons.

...Yeah. Reasons. Absolutely none of which center around Felix's strangely selfish desire for Constantin to admire him for his accomplishments, because that's? It's? Pfft. He shifts in his chair for no reason at all. Other people's opinions are wack... mostly...]

Why? Hoping we might get along? [With the implication being that Felix... barely gets along with anyone, being the sharp-tongued individual that he is, but. He still cants his head to the side, pretending like he's considering this very, very carefully.] Maybe your cousin is less opposed to work than you are.

[Maaaaaaaaaybe he'll invite them to ride along for all of those petty squabbles—except he won't, because that means less time alone with Constantin. Hmm!]

[takeroot]

[Please, Constantin is already smitten— but he could be more, and watching Felix dump his cousin on their ass would, hmm, add more? It isn't even as if his cousin has a reputation for being obscenely gifted at the sword- pretty good, sure, but that's all- it's just... you know... the spectacle!

That said: teasing him about inviting them along is so cruel.]

You know my cousin is less opposed to work than I am. [this is Known Fact by Everyone] I daresay the two of us would be out of work entirely were we all three to ride out together!

[Potentially? A bonus? Dear cousin the diplomat literally cannot resist fixing other people's problems, which solves Constantin's not wanting to work problem... But ah, would that kind of besting bother Felix? Does he need to show off in all disciplines?

And more importantly, how can Constantin try to hold his hand with his cousin right there making faces!! Augh!]

Father keeps everyone at the estate hideously busy, I'm afraid.

[brothered]

[Does Felix enjoy dealing with people, especially when they're all fired up about the stupidest shit? No. Does Felix want anyone to help him deal with them, let alone smooth things over in record time? Absolutely not. It's part pride, part, like, reluctant acceptance that Fraldarius matters fall to him—so while Constantin is allowed to accompany him, for various reasons, everyone else is unequivocally banned.

But Constantin doesn't need to know that, because Felix enjoys this sort of push-and-pull with exactly one (1) person. A sign of just how comfortable he finds this whatever-it-is...]

Ah. [That's an awfully knowing ah, but he just can't help himself.] But he'll spare you so soon after your return? Generous of him.

[He says it so, so sarcastically, always eager to trash fathers in one another's presence—but, uh? Maybe that didn't come off precisely as he'd intended it to, given the tricky subject matter? He's not quite sure, and while that normally wouldn't bother him in the slightest... it's Constantin he's dealing with here. Sometimes it seems as if there's an entirely different set of rules.

But what to say? It's trickier than he'd like to admit, so it's time to casually look out the nearby window, pretending like he's very interested in the courtyard beyond it as he Considers.]

...If you do come alone, you'll have the guest wing to yourself.

[Smooth! ...But true. Rodrigue stays in Fhirdiad more often than not, and ever since Glenn—well. Visitors are rarer than they once were, so throw a party, Connie.]

[takeroot]

[Wow, thanks bud, that doesn't hurt his feelings at all! Well. If he's being honest, it stings only a little to hear someone else remind him that his father sure doesn't want him around! But it's Felix, and Felix understands, more or less, so— hm.

Well, he's not going to make a scene about it. He shrugs, setting his cup down to gesture dismissively.]

My father would rather someone else mind me most of the time.

[So! It's fine! Clearly, shipping him off to loiter in Fraldarius territory right after shipping him off to the north is convenient. Tell him more about the guest wing, instead... come to the guest wing and romance him... Know that he will be thinking about this extremely spicy concept for days.

He watches Felix stare out the window for a moment, wondering. Hmm.

Hmmmm! Okay, go for broke, why not—]

When will I have you all to myself, then?