[Sharp tongued - just as Glenn always was. Felix wears the skin of his brother well, but he is not him. The feint in his gaze, the subtle conflict in his voice - those are unique to the Felix Dimitri has always known.
His lips press thin and he keeps his mouth shut.
He hasn't been able to soothe that burst of emotion in years.
All he can do now is offer his sword when Felix demands it, and accept whatever new normalcy - and all of its distance - creeps between them.
So he withholds his awe:That maneuver was amazing, Felix, with a flush on his cheeks. He's left panting, lurching forward one half step before the click of hilt on scabbard stops him short.
This disappointment should be routine by now.
Dimitri casts his gaze to the blade, battered by his brutish technique. After a moment he flips it, catching the end and offering the pommel to Felix.] ...Remiere.
We'd just finished gutting the bastards responsible.
<small.[He trusts, fully, that the answer comes as no shock to Felix, who so often knows him better than he knows himself.]
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His lips press thin and he keeps his mouth shut.
He hasn't been able to soothe that burst of emotion in years.
All he can do now is offer his sword when Felix demands it, and accept whatever new normalcy - and all of its distance - creeps between them.
So he withholds his awe:That maneuver was amazing, Felix, with a flush on his cheeks. He's left panting, lurching forward one half step before the click of hilt on scabbard stops him short.
This disappointment should be routine by now.
Dimitri casts his gaze to the blade, battered by his brutish technique. After a moment he flips it, catching the end and offering the pommel to Felix.] ...Remiere.
We'd just finished gutting the bastards responsible.
<small.[He trusts, fully, that the answer comes as no shock to Felix, who so often knows him better than he knows himself.]