[no more war. it's unthinkable, a frankly insane concept, considering how long they've been at it for. but in this moment, it feels incredible—like someone lifting a heavy pack off his shoulders. had they ever really been free of the weighty burden of the eventual next battle? in faerghus, for as long as he'd ever known, there was no real peace—just time spent in limbo, the soft diplomacy of governance once the hard "diplomacy" had got its point across.
now there was no faerghus, no war, no dukedom, no king—the realisation nearly bowled him over. it really did feel wonderful. everything was possible, now.
at sylvain's question, felix's eyes go distant, but not bothered. simply thoughtful. the response is immediate, though.]
Yeah.
[he plucks a blade of grass, and twists it, staring back into the throng of people making merry. with one shoulder and his head, he gives a little half shrug, twirling the grass between two fingers.]
I don't think I'll completely stop. [it's more reflective than anything.] We can always spar.
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now there was no faerghus, no war, no dukedom, no king—the realisation nearly bowled him over. it really did feel wonderful. everything was possible, now.
at sylvain's question, felix's eyes go distant, but not bothered. simply thoughtful. the response is immediate, though.]
Yeah.
[he plucks a blade of grass, and twists it, staring back into the throng of people making merry. with one shoulder and his head, he gives a little half shrug, twirling the grass between two fingers.]
I don't think I'll completely stop. [it's more reflective than anything.] We can always spar.