Professor, I'm not carrying you like a sack of potatoes. [ sylvain sets byleth down on his feet before squatting quickly and hauling byleth over his shoulder. behold, byleth, the ass of gautier. ] This would be carrying you like a sack of potatoes.
[ but sylvain is nice, so he won't subject the professor to the view for long. and he doesn't know if his shoulder will hold out, honestly. the professor is a small man, but they're all grown adults. he shifts byleth back into his arms again before long. ]
Professor, you're a hell of a hot braver than I am if you'd truly jump to just talking to him. [ it's still felix they're talking about after all. talking isn't exactly his strong suit. ] Maybe...maybe over a training session or something, but I'm not sure I'd want to be rejected and yelled at when he's got unrestricted access to weaponry.
[ Sylvain tips him over his shoulder and Byleth's world goes upside-down and the professor — the professor makes a sound he would normally never make. It's a little bit funny. Once Sylvain flips him right-side-up again, he's a little dizzy and worse for wear. Urp... He has perhaps learned a very small lesson about not antagonizing his beefcake students, even when they're being awfully cute and easy to tease.
Fortunately, he isn't going to be sick in Sylvain's arms. If anything, the ordeal makes him even more pliant than he was before; now, he has to lean on Sylvain's body all the more to stay upright. ]
I-I'm sorry — tell His Highness what, exactly?
[ Dumbass sipping his dumbass juice. Come on, Byleth, don't act like you don't know! ]
[ no, byleth should not tease the beefcakes. at least sylvain is gentle and pats byleth gently on the head after he's set him upright again. no wonder felix is upset by this disgusting display of affection. they're so blatant. shameless. sylvain has no compunctions about how he manhandles byleth, not the way he does with felix.
but things are just so awkward and different when it's felix. he's not as small as byleth, for one. and he's snappier, much less pliant if sylvain hauls him around. sylvain can never make him happy, and he's tried his hardest since they've returned to the monastery. maybe they're just not meant to be happy.
sylvain sighs. if he can't be happy, at least his liege can be. and that means making byleth realise they're meant to be or whatever. ]
That you guys are...that you, you know. You like him, don't you? More than the rest of us. In a... [ love? is it love? ] Like you guys have a future together kind of way.
[ Byleth stammers away, flustered and unsure of how to express himself. Bit of a silly display from someone who so confidently said that Sylvain should just ask Felix as if the solution was foregone!
But it's different with Dimitri, he'd argue. Sylvain and Felix should be able to be together, he thinks; it is a different thing to ask the world to accept that a common-born mercenary of mysterious and unexplained birth could be married to a king. Yes, they can spin it all sorts of ways: that he is a hero, that he has been Goddess-blessed. He doesn't care about crests or nobility. But even so, he isn't fit to be a queen, and he is not terribly charismatic, and he is so used to thinking that people see him as a monster and not a man... ]
Of course I... what I feel for him is more than... words can express. But any future that we have together would be...
[ Round and round Byleth's thoughts go in circles, until finally at last all he can really say in his own defense is: ]
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[ but sylvain is nice, so he won't subject the professor to the view for long. and he doesn't know if his shoulder will hold out, honestly. the professor is a small man, but they're all grown adults. he shifts byleth back into his arms again before long. ]
Professor, you're a hell of a hot braver than I am if you'd truly jump to just talking to him. [ it's still felix they're talking about after all. talking isn't exactly his strong suit. ] Maybe...maybe over a training session or something, but I'm not sure I'd want to be rejected and yelled at when he's got unrestricted access to weaponry.
Have you told His Highness yet?
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[ Sylvain tips him over his shoulder and Byleth's world goes upside-down and the professor — the professor makes a sound he would normally never make. It's a little bit funny. Once Sylvain flips him right-side-up again, he's a little dizzy and worse for wear. Urp... He has perhaps learned a very small lesson about not antagonizing his beefcake students, even when they're being awfully cute and easy to tease.
Fortunately, he isn't going to be sick in Sylvain's arms. If anything, the ordeal makes him even more pliant than he was before; now, he has to lean on Sylvain's body all the more to stay upright. ]
I-I'm sorry — tell His Highness what, exactly?
[ Dumbass sipping his dumbass juice. Come on, Byleth, don't act like you don't know! ]
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but things are just so awkward and different when it's felix. he's not as small as byleth, for one. and he's snappier, much less pliant if sylvain hauls him around. sylvain can never make him happy, and he's tried his hardest since they've returned to the monastery. maybe they're just not meant to be happy.
sylvain sighs. if he can't be happy, at least his liege can be. and that means making byleth realise they're meant to be or whatever. ]
That you guys are...that you, you know. You like him, don't you? More than the rest of us. In a... [ love? is it love? ] Like you guys have a future together kind of way.
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[ Byleth stammers away, flustered and unsure of how to express himself. Bit of a silly display from someone who so confidently said that Sylvain should just ask Felix as if the solution was foregone!
But it's different with Dimitri, he'd argue. Sylvain and Felix should be able to be together, he thinks; it is a different thing to ask the world to accept that a common-born mercenary of mysterious and unexplained birth could be married to a king. Yes, they can spin it all sorts of ways: that he is a hero, that he has been Goddess-blessed. He doesn't care about crests or nobility. But even so, he isn't fit to be a queen, and he is not terribly charismatic, and he is so used to thinking that people see him as a monster and not a man... ]
Of course I... what I feel for him is more than... words can express. But any future that we have together would be...
[ Round and round Byleth's thoughts go in circles, until finally at last all he can really say in his own defense is: ]
I'm not sure if he... if he's ready.