[It's not that Felix means to look at his clock every morning. Not that he's still up in arms about the damn thing; like, he's had ample time to come to terms with it, but does he necessarily need a reminder that his friends (re: Sylvain, mainly) make bad decisions? No. No, he does not—especially since they all happen to be who knows how far away. They're on their own!
And yet? And yet. Every morning, Felix rises earlier than almost anyone else; Felix eats a hurried breakfast; Felix ventures to the training grounds, spending hours honing skill after skill; Felix slips back into his small, quiet room and, as he places his swords on a low table, oh-so casually glances up at his room's one real piece of decor. It's habit. That's it.
But for someone who supposedly... doesn't pay close attention to it, he's quick to notice that something is off on this particular morning? That something is missing—and while he tells himself it's nothing, after studying the clock for a few (uncomfortable) minutes, he finds himself compelled to reach for his compass. He's probably making a fool of himself; he'll probably catch shit for this for the next, oh, however long it takes for Sylvain to find something new to tease him about, but as his stomach sinks in the most peculiar of ways...]
Sylvain.
[He actually messaged first? And it's, like, ten in the morning! Answer!]
text; un: felix; the time is now and you can just deal
And yet? And yet. Every morning, Felix rises earlier than almost anyone else; Felix eats a hurried breakfast; Felix ventures to the training grounds, spending hours honing skill after skill; Felix slips back into his small, quiet room and, as he places his swords on a low table, oh-so casually glances up at his room's one real piece of decor. It's habit. That's it.
But for someone who supposedly... doesn't pay close attention to it, he's quick to notice that something is off on this particular morning? That something is missing—and while he tells himself it's nothing, after studying the clock for a few (uncomfortable) minutes, he finds himself compelled to reach for his compass. He's probably making a fool of himself; he'll probably catch shit for this for the next, oh, however long it takes for Sylvain to find something new to tease him about, but as his stomach sinks in the most peculiar of ways...]
Sylvain.
[He actually messaged first? And it's, like, ten in the morning! Answer!]