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Felix Hugo Fraldarius ([personal profile] swordarm) wrote2019-10-12 02:48 am
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[personal profile] outsideer 2020-06-25 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Claude might. He hasn't actually heard Felix yawn all that often, hadn't seen the first yawn force itself out, could give him the benefit of the doubt. If Claude ever gave anyone that benefit.

As Felix nears, Claude grins up at him. The bright lemon of his top, bright flash of his teeth, and his eyes -- not quite. Maybe closer to than they've yet been, whether with Felix or anyone else here. ]


Sure, sure. What a crazy and terrible thing to be on a roof just after 5 AM with that delightful rogue Claude von Riegan.

[ A callback, of a sorts, in that self-description. ]

Well, I can't promise you'll enjoy it, but if you don't, it won't be that terrible.

[ Now patting the roof next to him, if not right next to him, indicating Felix should sit. ]
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[personal profile] outsideer 2020-06-25 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Absolute torture, he says, as he drops into a seat by Claude. Claude laughs, clearly not giving much weight to Felix's certain misery.

Yeah, either Felix is a masochist or he's not as honest with himself as he purports to be. It isn't a new thought. These last months had evidenced that discrepancy in word and action. Felix maintained his brusque irritability with Claude, yet continued to accompany him on hikes into the mountains surrounding Garreg Mach, continued to answer his messages, continued to himself initiate. It might seem equally incongruous, then, that Claude continues to think of Felix as honest. Perhaps because he reads him well enough, because actions speak louder than words, because if the worst Felix can be is blunt and rude and awkward with what and whom he doesn't totally hate, it's really almost charming.

Claude's confident by now that there is nothing intentionally deceptive in Felix. It isn't enough for trust, nothing could be, but there are times where it might feel close. Maybe if he knew better what it felt like to trust, he'd know to be worried in those moments, to pull back.

In any case -- looking up before, though his eyes had long adjusted to the dark, he hadn't been able to fully appreciate that Felix's hair was down. Once he's on eye level, drawing Claude's gaze with the movement of his fingers through, Claude does. Appreciate it. And maybe an hour of sleep makes even Claude slow to realize that he's staring, but sun break gives him a good excuse to tug his eyes skyward. ]


I'm honored that you assume I know exactly how long that will be.

[ ...not that Felix doesn't assume correctly. ]

Accordingly to Cichol's Almanac, the sun should rise in about about ten, fifteen minutes.
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i think i had "the sun will should in about ten" smh

[personal profile] outsideer 2020-06-26 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
It's the sun, Felix. It'd come up eventually, wouldn't it? I might have had a general idea.

[ Might have, except that he did check the almanac.

For a guy who claims to care about naught, or little more than, battle and training for it, Felix does seem to give more than cursory attention to his appearance. Maybe not much more, but more. His hair serves as once piece of evidence, his tidy uniform another. Sure, Claude figures that Felix would attribute both to practicality, that sloppy hair and disheveled clothes would get in his way.

Still, he normally cuts a clean figure, and right now, with strands of hair escaping, in lighter clothing, it's notable. Whether or not he feels it, dressing down has the effect of making Felix look almost relaxed. Less like a wolf with a spur in its paw, ready to gnash teeth should any near.

Claude pushes both hands behind him now, leaning back as he kicks out his legs from the cross. Now looking up at Felix. ]


Not everyday, no. Sometimes, yes, for both special and ordinary occasions.

[ Insidious, the creeping growth of smile to grin. ]

Is this a special occasion?
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[personal profile] outsideer 2020-06-26 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
Did I say I regularly come up here?

[ Spoken as though earnest in the question, but the tone does little good when, despite an attempt to mimic a thoughtful expression, his grin gives him away.

There is something else to betray, however, and his delayed realization of it makes the question convenient. It helps him stall without being obvious.

Whether or not Felix really knows it, Claude does come up here regularly. Alone. He'd not once even considered inviting anyone. This shouldn't be too noteworthy -- given the hour at which he climbed up for the sun (or the hour at which he pursued the stars), it wasn't as though could reasonably ask anyone if so inclined in the moment. A matter of serendipity that Felix had been awake now.

That's all. As simple as that. Or that should be all, it should be that simple.

His thoughts have begun to deviate as of late, swamp waters spilling into a creek. Awareness trickling, thin rivulets that gather greater. Cognizance of just Felix, of wanting to invite him up here, of satisfaction when he agreed.

Of something too like an old, stabbing dread, at the unsurprising notion that Felix would hate him.

Yeah, it's special. But, it doesn't have to be a problem. If he's aware of it, he can handle it. Hold it firm and put it away.

So he's casual, matter-of-fact when he answers, though he looks away, searching out the spread of orange in the sky. ]


Of course it's special.

[ now, teasing: ]

I don't invite just anybody up here, you know?
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maybe

[personal profile] outsideer 2020-06-26 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, Felix. How reliable. Drawn by the gesture, his eyes follow the arc of that hand, humor tugging at the left edge of his grin as Felix makes his deduction. A matter-of-fact, certain pronouncement, leaving little room for doubt or protest. Focused on Claude's question, which had been almost as plainly tongue in cheek, picking precisely at each detail that supports his conclusion.

And in doing so, paying little attention to a single tree within that vast forest. Of course it's special.

Claude pulls his arms forward so to clap, quiet in deference to the hour and more amused than mocking. He doesn't however, sit up straighter to do so, instead managing to keep leaning back in much the same position by the strength of his core alone.

Clapping, ]


Very good! You got me right between the eyes. I guess I have become a regular to this patch of roof and sky.
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[personal profile] outsideer 2020-06-26 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, and I get the distressing feeling you don't care much for my approval.

[ A snicker in that, breaking up approval. They understand that much of one another. Felix might not be as humorless and irascible as most think, even as Felix thinks, but there's still a marked sense of satisfaction to see him smirk so visibly and to know he helped to put it there.

As Felix takes in the view, Claude gives to gravity and flops onto his back, now crossing his arms beneath his head as pillow and support against the roof. Drawing one knee up, he slings his over leg over, knee on knee, swinging his foot as he considers Felix's question.

Not that he really needs the time to consider, knowing well how long it's been. ]


Well now, let me think... it must be... four, no five months? That sounds about right.

[ It's five months, which takes them right back to the beginning of the school year, that first month. He's been coming up here from the start. ]
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o damn... shoulda coulda woulda... instead it was he, felix!

[personal profile] outsideer 2020-06-28 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
Mm.

[ One might argue that frequenting the training grounds is a more expected and acceptable practice for a student to cultivate, despite the extremes to which Felix takes it. They are open to students for that reason, after all, while the roof is technically (that is, explicitly) prohibited.

Claude's disregard for that rule, and Felix's pushing the availability of the training grounds to the very limit, might provide another glimpse into their respective outward personalities.

From this position, he can't see the water, only violet above and the few narrowing treetops that reach this height. Felix in his periphery, gradually more distinct as the sky begins to pale. Only just begins, and Claude's eyes track the streaking, the pink beneath it. At first, he assumes that shrug will be Felix's final word on the subject. It isn't so much that the gesture suggests finality, or dismisses the duration, but that he doesn't expect Felix would have anything further to say.

Or, whatever he does expect, or would expect if asked to so predict, it isn't that. Claude blinks, glancing to him, the cut of his profile. With his attention fixed forward, Claude takes a liberty he shouldn't, that he knows better than to take, that he doesn't fully realize he takes, that he wouldn't, but for the birdsong trilling on the breeze, but for the breeze stirring the loose hairs at the nape of Felix's neck, but for the yellowing strip of horizon. But for what had begun this, the a cocksure message that adjusted, mellowed, but for Felix meeting him here and conceding this.

But for all of that and maybe more, Claude would have snickered, expressed his shock and honor at such high praise. Coming from you, that's as rare as a lion taking up the faith and joining a choir.

Instead, he smiles like, edges smudged soft, with his eyes near crinkling, he speaks quieter, plainer. ]


Yeah? I think so, too. You can come up here any time, you know.

[ Only, then he hears it. Hears himself. Claude quickly glances back to the sky, laughs with his next breath. ]

...I mean, you could anyway. It's not my place or anything.

So, how close of call was it? How narrowly have I avoided your blame?
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[personal profile] outsideer 2020-07-01 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ A few seconds too long for Claude's taste. He can feel Felix's eyes, the space that a curt response might have filled keeping empty. Though not usually the type to choose ignorance, to choose to look away, he is the type to retreat when necessary. So he doesn't acknowledge the pause, the shift in attention that his own laxity prompted. Claude keeps his eyes on the sky until it passes, until he can answer what finally fills that space with easy humor, nothing soft, nothing telling. ]

That's only because you aren't thinking creatively. For example, you could practice your footwork! ...though, that might be a bit too reckless...

[ No matter how good Felix is, everyone makes mistakes, and a slip up here could result in a nice range of catastrophes. Broken neck, impaling himself on his sword, losing the sword over the edge just as a hapless student passed innocently by below.

And speaking of catastrophes. He probably shouldn't remark about Dimitri. Claude had noticed the light himself, equally unsurprised. While his late nights were generally spent reading, every now and again he prowled the monastery, trying his luck getting into this or that "prohibited" place. Whenever he stepped out of his room at an unsociable hour, or returned to it, almost without fail: a light beneath Dimitri's door.

Claude chances a look. A mere flick of his eyes, snatching a glimpse of that frown before his attention seems to return to the sky. He probably shouldn't, but then, treading lightly would itself be telling, coming from him. ]


Hm. What do you think, should I have invited His Princeliness, too?

[ It's a joke and hopefully an obvious one.

What's less obvious but far more disconcerting is the truth that underlies it: that Claude is truly comfortable here, beside Felix. He wouldn't be able to say the same for Dimitri. ]
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[personal profile] outsideer 2020-07-02 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ An open secret, indeed. A secret a touch too personal and raw to have drawn Claude's curiosity. Something that might have had potential on the battlefield, a scab to reopen with a well-aimed arrow. Maybe it still would. Maybe that such a thought comes tinged with something that feels a little too like compunction is part and parcel of the problem that has become increasingly thrown into stark relief.

Well, he'll figure it out later. He needn't give it too much thought just now, on this roof, with the subject.

For now, Claude laughs, tugging one arm from beneath his head so he can wave his hand, half-placating and half- as though entreating for mercy. ]


Scary! And a truly formidable thought. It's far more likely he ensures I'm not able to get up here again.

[ Which would be a shame. Of course, Claude's confident he could get around anything that resulted, but he'd prefer not to have to go through the trouble. ]

But, Felix, that sounds almost like jealousy. Is that if I ever bring Dimitri up or just while you're here?
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[personal profile] outsideer 2020-07-10 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ That last had been downright anemic, words that ought to have had all the provocation of a single gnat nipping at a wyvern's tail. So Claude's surprised by the intensity of Felix's reaction. It isn't excessively vehement, but that there's any vehemence at all would raise Claude's eyebrows, but for the practice he's had at schooling his features.

He does blink, curling his arm back behind his head as his eyes flit from Felix's jaw to the sky. Now, an exaggerated cringe, his smile briefly distorted by the grimace. ]


Sorry, sorry. Unfortunately, I'm incorrigibly ridiculous. For example, I've just had a terrifying image paddle into my head...

[ Much as Claude really ought to change the subject from Dimitri, he really has just had the thought, and it really is. Quite a thought. ]

Imagine Dimitri and Lorenz up here, just the two of them? Can you even imagine it? My mind completely boggles.

[ What would they even talk about? Lorenz likely approves of Dimitri's noble mannerisms more than Claude's (low as that bar is), but would Dimitri have any interest in Lorenz's noble obligations? ]
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[personal profile] outsideer 2020-07-25 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ Aha. Between the tenor of that snort and the angle of his mouth, or the corner of his mouth, Felix might be amenable to that bit of ridiculousness. Claude might just have salvaged it. ]

Well, I can't speak for his Princeliness, but I've got every confidence in Lorenz's ability to stave off boredom.

[ But if he goes on, he's liable to have a chuckle at the great volume of hot hair Lorenz expels so well. He's not all that interested in that sort of talk about others. Even if they sort of invite it. Claude rolls his ankle, then brings his leg back over, knees still pulled close. ]

Anyway, I'm glad it's just us.

[ Spoken matter-of-fact and casual, and he breezes along to the next, giving little space for awkward consciousness of the truth. ]

Shouldn't be long now.
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[personal profile] outsideer 2020-08-03 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ ...Seriously? Claude almost laughs, flicking a disbelieving glance Felix's way. Almost, because he isn't impervious to the delicacy of the air, to his proclivity to speaking too much.

It didn't have to be a problem, he'd thought. Once aware of it, he could handle it. Hold it firm and put it away. But compulsions to salvage a tense or awkward moment, to divert Felix's all too predictable bristling, have a disquieting core that feels too like anxiety, like too slippery for his grasp. If he drops it, if he can't get it down and out of sight, it might spill.

This, Claude thinks, might have to be a one-time thing. Then he can blame it on the liminal hour and the fuzzing of his mind with so little sleep.

For now, he curves his palms over his knees, pulling himself up into a seat. ]


Wow, I really should have made you go back to bed. Until sunrise, right?

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