[as the wash of emotions unbelonging begins to taper off with a final wave of guilt, and felix exhales, long and low, unaware he'd been holding it. something was settling it all, at least—good for both of them, if this was to be their burden.
until he answers.
it's not that it's unexpected—on the contrary, he should have known better, driving for an ultimatum like that. but there's a part of him that can't help but demand it, attempt to force dimitri's hand on it—and he can't help his reaction, either. there's only a momentary flicker on felix's face—a shadow of absolute fury—before it's gone again, his expression returning to stony-faced anger, teeth gritted.
within, it manifests as the mental equivalent of a sudden fist slammed violently into a wall—a venting, with multitude feeling wrapped into one gut-punch of a blow. there was rage, certainly, but other things wrapped around them, tangled and broken—grief, guilt, frustration—then a pulse of determination. but as suddenly as it appears, it's suppressed again, wrapped in a curtain of glowering ambivalence—either from felix's own coping, or the realization that he wouldn't be the only one feeling this.
expression still hard, he stands, eyes burning into dimitri.]
I should have known.
[his voice is quiet, dangerously calm, last dregs of elysium evaporated.]
It's pointless to talk to a wild animal, regardless of what shape it takes.
[and without waiting for a response, felix turns, striding away quick enough that his half-cloak flutters behind him. he suddenly wanted to be anywhere but here.]
no subject
until he answers.
it's not that it's unexpected—on the contrary, he should have known better, driving for an ultimatum like that. but there's a part of him that can't help but demand it, attempt to force dimitri's hand on it—and he can't help his reaction, either. there's only a momentary flicker on felix's face—a shadow of absolute fury—before it's gone again, his expression returning to stony-faced anger, teeth gritted.
within, it manifests as the mental equivalent of a sudden fist slammed violently into a wall—a venting, with multitude feeling wrapped into one gut-punch of a blow. there was rage, certainly, but other things wrapped around them, tangled and broken—grief, guilt, frustration—then a pulse of determination. but as suddenly as it appears, it's suppressed again, wrapped in a curtain of glowering ambivalence—either from felix's own coping, or the realization that he wouldn't be the only one feeling this.
expression still hard, he stands, eyes burning into dimitri.]
I should have known.
[his voice is quiet, dangerously calm, last dregs of elysium evaporated.]
It's pointless to talk to a wild animal, regardless of what shape it takes.
[and without waiting for a response, felix turns, striding away quick enough that his half-cloak flutters behind him. he suddenly wanted to be anywhere but here.]