Connor Pallitan isn't normal, he's known that since the day he was born. Left alone in the woods, cloaked in protective fire, its a wonder the boy survived for a year. But eighteen? A miracle.
But then, all hell breaks loose, and it's up to Conner t...
⠀⠀⠀⠀Thousands of things were swimming in Felix's mind as he rode atop his hoarse back to his home to retrieve Bex and Gracyn's weapons. He thought about the alliance that was to be made with the mages, he thought about the levels of hell, and he thought about Emile, how every second was a second Emile could be gone. So exhausted and drained he could die, and that was what truly terrified Felix.
He knew he should've hated him, he knew he should want him locked up like his fellow knights, but he didn't. He understood why Emile did what he did. "It was for your own safety." He'd told him, and though Felix didn't believe him at first, it all soon fell into place. If it was revealed that Felix had tried to help the mage, he would've been prosecuted, ripped of his status, and likely banished or put to death. He couldn't do that to his family. So, in all reality, he owed Emile his life. Which was a frightening thought.
He could remember one of the times he entered Emile's cell, it was tight and enclosed with the two of them in it, but neither of them seemed to mind. Felix couldn't remember the way their chests bumped as Emile attempted to back into the wall, and he laughed. That was the first time Felix heard Emile laugh, and it was like music to his ears.
His eyes were glowing, golden and beautiful. Felix wanted to get close and inspect every detail of him. Slowly he raised his hand, as if to press it up against his cheek, but stopped himself before he let it get far enough. But Emile still noticed, glancing at his hand that was simply floating in the air, and smiled. The mage took his hand, making him jump, a faint gasp escaping his lips.
"You can look at them, it's okay."
Felix's throat closed up as he smiled back at him, unable to speak, only able to let out a very faint "I-" as Emile moved his hand to his own face. Slowly Felix caressed Emile's lower eyelid, entranced. "They're...Beautiful." He managed to say.
Emile seemed to cherish Felix's warm touch, closing his eyes and buried the side of his face into the palm of his hand.
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Felix stared down at the palm of his hand as he remembered Emile's facial structure. The way his facial muscles twitched when he forced a smile, and how smooth the motion was when he didn't have to force it. It was all stuck in his head, and he was so focused in it that he didn't even realize when his hoarse stopped trotting and instead was scuffing its hove in the dirt. He gasped, centering himself in reality, and he stroked the horses mane, "sorry girl." He apologized before sliding off the saddle. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out some oats, feeding them to the horse, "forgive me?" He asked, smiling as she neighed.
"Alright, let's get what we need and then you can get some water." He agreed before walking towards his house. Everything was exactly how he and the rest had left it, with Gracyn's bow and quicker on top of Bex's sword. He smiled and started putting Gracyn's bow and quiver over his shoulder to make it easier to transport, and put the sword in his belt.
