this thread contains mature themes such as: intent to murder and mentions of suicidal ideation
september 23, 109
Days turned into a week.
Everyone seemed glad enough that Sylvain was there. Already trying to help him figure out this new place, explaining the changes within apparent different timelines. And despite some... Pretty major differences, everyone seemed to be just as he'd remembered.
Sure, the less alluring figure on the professor and Claude's aging backwards was new; but at least Dimitri and Felix appeared to be the exact same as he'd been used to. Dimitri was even not… What he had been for a while, without that feral look in his eye. If he'd been taken from then, it'd probably make this whole transition into a new world a lot more difficult. Sure, he was still having troubles with his king after all that had happened, but there was no denying how relieved he was to see him. Almost exactly as relieved as he was to see that his other childhood friend was there.
Not that he'd even gotten that good of a look at Felix. It was like he arrived and Felix was already tired of his bullshit. Well, he likely was. But he hadn't even spoken to Sylvain yet, which was... Odd. Not completely out of place, seeing as he did kind of deserve it from time to time, but it was definitely odd.
No. Actually? If he was being honest with himself, it felt plain wrong.
Wouldn't he have normally returned by the end of the first night, when everyone was gone, to let Sylvain know he was glad to see him? That's at least how it went usually, once they were alone Felix would be... His best friend. Behind closed doors he was still an asshole, but he was his asshole. One that wouldn't just let him sit there confused without insulting some information into him.
Sylvain attempted to speak to him multiple times, to practically no avail. It was always short. He expected to get Felix in a room by himself within the first day or two, but… He was being actively avoided. He knew better than to fling himself at someone that he could’ve possible scorned without realizing. Especially when he knew they could hand his own ass to him.
But he could really use some familiarity right now. Maybe if he waited a few more days, this world would help him out. Maybe it would complete the set. If Ingrid could be right there insulting him at this very moment, it’d probably make him cry tears of joy.
Whipping from what was likely to be the final, hardest battle he'd ever have to fight... If to a place where everyone apparently lived in harmony was, in no other way to put it, a lot. What he wouldn’t give to have his friend’s ear, even if it was attached to that scowl and those piercing eyes.
Somehow, he was going to figure out what the fuck he did to make him hate Sylvain so much. Maybe, and he hoped that it was just his anxiety… but maybe they hadn’t even been friends where he came from? Was it possible Felix could’ve been from a time where he was completely irrelevant to him? He certainly hadn't come from a time where he kept that carefree, sensitive about everything personality he had as a kid, at least. And it was hard to tell if he was avoiding Sylvain in his normal ‘Felix doesn’t talk to anyone if he doesn’t have to’ way, or the ‘you’ve pissed me off you insufferable dumbass’ way. If he just had an idea, if he pushed for some information, maybe he could make amends.
And then he heard the door - Felix finally returned from somewhere.
He didn't want it to look like he'd been waiting all day for him to come back, but Sylvain was terrible at acting like he wasn't desperate when he was. There were just so many questions he had, and it felt weird to get every bit of information from the professor when he was under the same roof as his own best friend. Felix was definitely trying to make a run for it; Sylvain, being an idiot as per usual, placed himself in his way. He opted to take a step in the same direction to block him every time he tried to pull himself from him, like a child intercepting someone to play with.
"Alright, you haven't even looked in my direction since I got here." He wasn’t expecting eye contact, but he was expecting… well, some sort of acknowledgement. Again, Felix tried to evade - and again, Sylvain used his difference in size to his advantage. "What's going on? I can understand why you would want to avoid me, but this is excessive. Cold, even for you. I need to know what I did this time."
No teasing. He offered Felix no smile, no wink. But he couldn't hold him back forever, and let him continue inside with a sigh. "Fine. But you can't just push me away forever, you know how persistent I can be. I... think you do, at least."
Barely a beat later.
“Hey, wait, Felix -" He chased after him, just like every time he did this. Sylvain wanted to keep acting tough, like it didn't matter if Felix left him out to dry. But no matter how he tried, he couldn't mask how it always did sting. "There has to be something we can do to settle whatever I did. I mean, there was that thing with the girls at the bar we met up at a while ago, did you just get here from then? My luck. Look, I'm just a little rusty. And I didn't mean for you to get that involved, so -"