It'd been unprompted and unprepared, as is everything surrounding Felix's emotional outbursts. If ever he sorts out his feelings, it's usually with a spiteful remark, followed by a long while of him avoiding the subject. It's not a beneficial, nor healthy way to come to such a relationship-altering realization about one's feelings.
Nevertheless, it wouldn't be like Felix to calmly sit someone down over tea to explain that he's been in love with them since childhood.
So when he'd had enough of Sylvain's pestering, out came the flood of pent up anger and frustration—mixed with a confession he couldn't take back.
He couldn't say no to Sylvain's puppy-like eyes when his friend had asked to come into Felix's room. Surprise flickered in Felix's eyes, yet quickly faded as he caught a glimpse of what was probably a marriage proposal in his friend's hand. He'd meant to complain. To bark out some rejecting comment that had no bite, and send Sylvain on his way.
But, Felix failed to take into account just how obnoxious Sylvain could be.
Sylvain took Felix's lack of response as an invitation, and pushed his way past Felix into his somewhat messy dorm.
Still, Felix doesn't particularly enjoy the cluster of un-shined weapons in the corner opposite his bed, nor the open books that made it clear that he'd been struggling with the professor's most recent lesson.
But there was no way of getting Sylvain to leave now, after he'd made himself comfortable on Felix's bed. Discarding his boots and crossing his legs on the mattress, Sylvain mumbles aloud parts of the letter he'd received. Felix, wanting no part in the discussion Sylvain was having with himself, continued to straighten the papers scattered across his desk.
Moments later, after he was sure Sylvain had finished, Felix spoke for the first time since allowing Sylvain into his room.
"Is that what you came here for, to bitch and moan about another proposal?" Felix doesn't face Sylvain, choosing to polish a dagger he'd found in his desk.
Sylvain scoffs. "You'd be far more annoyed than me if you had an entire forest's worth of stationary laced with your father's demanding words." Sylvain falls backwards onto the bed in a dramatic attempt to garner an ounce of sympathy from Felix.
Sylvain's words elicit a wince from Felix. House Fraldarius had never been as demanding for an heir as its neighboring house, and Sylvain's complaining reminds him of just how lucky he is.He can't imagine having to explain to the Margrave why he'd never be producing an heir.Felix means it when he says he's always strayed away from ideas of romance and marriage. The thought of having to one day be tied to a house with a wife and children sent shivers of disgust throughout Felix's body. He's a warrior. His only purpose is on the battlefield, fighting for the safety of his home. If someone had asked him about such things upon his arrival to the academy, he'd consider himself to be someone with zero romantic attraction towards anyone.
Felix sighs, placing the dagger on his desk. "I suppose you're not wrong. If my father was half as overbearing as yours, I'd divorce my wife and end my bloodline out of pure spite."Felix learns rather quickly that those were the wrong words to say.
