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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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a foole... dima deserves 100 of em, at least

[brothered]

[There are fifty reasons not to do this, ranging from the very things he was just bitching about to the fact that he hasn't allowed himself to be this open, this vulnerable, in an incredibly long time, but—ah, well. Felix feels a sudden, familiar tightness behind his eyes, and he squeezes them shut, allowing the world to narrow to the rumble of Dimitri's voice. He's just close enough to feel every word he speaks, and it's... comforting, in a strange way. Proof that this is real.

...And perhaps he should be more concerned about that. Perhaps he will be, come tomorrow, but for now Dimitri tightens his hold and Felix sighs, so quietly as to be inaudible. What is he doing right here, right now? What does he want? He both does and does not know, really, but he's too emotionally drained to give anything more thought than is absolutely necessary; it's enough to just exist, for the moment. To selfishly soak in Dimitri's warmth, his grip on Dimitri's coat tightening as he takes in a deep breath. Another familiar, (embarrassingly) comforting thing: Dimitri's scent. He smells of winter air and horse and him, and despite himself, Felix presses even closer.

He's not one to back away from a fight. He's never afraid to start a fight, either, and yet, rather than attempt to circle back to the much more serious topic of a few minutes ago—hmm. Dimitri is stupidly warm and stupidly comfortable and Felix's eyes are still tightly shut, so. One thing at a time.]

Of course you wouldn't, [he grumbles into Dimitri's chest, very much aware that he is part of the problem here? That he isn't planning to pull away any time soon.] And what will you tell them, when the entire village comes looking for you?

[Well. For both of them, but it isn't Felix the people adore.]

[guiltedged]

[Yes, the new plan to stand here and hold Felix is progressing nicely... Felix sinks in closer and Dimitri feels a warmth he hasn't felt in years, the simple comfort of being close to someone he loves this much. Still, he can't help but flounder, silently, at the very thought - he loves Felix? Of course he loves Felix, without him there is a hole in his heart too great to patch over with distractions and the smiling faces of the people, but— well. Beyond the simple truth that of course he does, he isn't sure if he knows how to love someone properly.

Or if he should. Or if he deserves Felix's affections here and now; not that he would push him away for anything in the world, but oh boy. Oh, Goddess.

He tilts his head down again when Felix speaks anyway, as if he honestly needs to speak in hushed, private tones... all alone out here in the woods. Endure him.]

I will tell them it was your idea. [Ha Ha Ha] Ah, no... they won't come looking as long as they believe bandits roam these woods.

[They're like, angry farmers at best? No one is coming along to interrupt them anytime soon. Dimitri shifts his hand up to touch Felix's cheek, brush aside a few loose strands of hair... hmm!]

It might be selfish, but for now... you and I have time. I can hardly recall the last time we had any, can you?