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yampergodDear Devin,
I know we just met not too long ago, but I think you're fantastic and look forward to getting closer. I think you're a really cool person and would love to be even better friends: here's to hopefully many more years of shitposting with each other! I hope you enjoy this short gift-- it's not long, but it's one of my favorite things that I've written for this event.
- Eth
The chilly Faerghus winters are cruel, even for someone who enjoys the cold as much as Sylvain. Last night had supposedly brought them six feet of snow, and he'd received a text from his boss telling him not to come in this morning, which suits Sylvain fine considering it's nice and warm in his bed. He wakes up at five-thirty in the morning regardless, body clock attuned to the regular work schedule of a high school teacher. Sylvain sighs, squeezing his eyes shut, every fibre of his body willing him to go back to sleep, but it's too late. His mind is alert, and so his eyes flutter open, staring directly at the man lying next to him in the bed.
Felix is still asleep, lips parted slightly as he snores. He mutters something underneath his breath, some incomprehensible statements about “too sweet” and “I like my eggs fried.” A soft laugh falls from Sylvain's lips. “Good morning,” he says, leaning over and pressing a kiss to Felix's cheek. Felix stirs in his sleep, flipping over onto his stomach. but doesn't wake. He's absolutely perfect. Sylvain's smiling so widely, his cheeks are starting to hurt.
He'd once thought he knew what love was-- a neurochemical glitch in the human system, a farce peddled by TV shows and movies in order to sell a false “happily ever after.” He'd been such a fool back then, but he's certainly a different kind of fool now: who'd have ever thought that he'd be emotional about waking up next to his lover in the morning? Ingrid would have a field day if she ever found out.
Sylvain's made many a mistake in his life; a neurochemical glitch is hardly the worst of them. He presses his face against Felix's shoulder, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. Felix mumbles something that even Sylvain can't make out, but he doesn't care. He laughs again, giving Felix another soft kiss on his earlobe.
“I love you,” Sylvain says. Some day, he'll dare to speak the words when Felix is awake, but this will do for now.
I know we just met not too long ago, but I think you're fantastic and look forward to getting closer. I think you're a really cool person and would love to be even better friends: here's to hopefully many more years of shitposting with each other! I hope you enjoy this short gift-- it's not long, but it's one of my favorite things that I've written for this event.
- Eth
The chilly Faerghus winters are cruel, even for someone who enjoys the cold as much as Sylvain. Last night had supposedly brought them six feet of snow, and he'd received a text from his boss telling him not to come in this morning, which suits Sylvain fine considering it's nice and warm in his bed. He wakes up at five-thirty in the morning regardless, body clock attuned to the regular work schedule of a high school teacher. Sylvain sighs, squeezing his eyes shut, every fibre of his body willing him to go back to sleep, but it's too late. His mind is alert, and so his eyes flutter open, staring directly at the man lying next to him in the bed.
Felix is still asleep, lips parted slightly as he snores. He mutters something underneath his breath, some incomprehensible statements about “too sweet” and “I like my eggs fried.” A soft laugh falls from Sylvain's lips. “Good morning,” he says, leaning over and pressing a kiss to Felix's cheek. Felix stirs in his sleep, flipping over onto his stomach. but doesn't wake. He's absolutely perfect. Sylvain's smiling so widely, his cheeks are starting to hurt.
He'd once thought he knew what love was-- a neurochemical glitch in the human system, a farce peddled by TV shows and movies in order to sell a false “happily ever after.” He'd been such a fool back then, but he's certainly a different kind of fool now: who'd have ever thought that he'd be emotional about waking up next to his lover in the morning? Ingrid would have a field day if she ever found out.
Sylvain's made many a mistake in his life; a neurochemical glitch is hardly the worst of them. He presses his face against Felix's shoulder, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. Felix mumbles something that even Sylvain can't make out, but he doesn't care. He laughs again, giving Felix another soft kiss on his earlobe.
“I love you,” Sylvain says. Some day, he'll dare to speak the words when Felix is awake, but this will do for now.
