[ 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 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.