Warning: The author was tired and in need of cuddles in the duration of making this chapter. Also, might be short. Also also, might- no, WILL be slight cussing. Read at your own risk.
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"Well, would ya look at the Fe? We won the war!" Sylvain smiled.
"Mhm.."
"Heh, you look like you could go for some rest."
"Mmh.." Felix spoke tiredly, surprisingly not giving any come-back whatsoever.
Sylvain had decided to go over a tree that leaned over, as if searching for something. As he sat down, he noticed the tired boy quietly stumbling after him. The ginger smiled slightly, stifling a laugh. Felix sat down beside Sylvain.
The taller male wrapped an arm around the raven haired boy's waist. The warrior put his hood on, shielding his face from the sun. Felix had turned his head over, moving slightly closer to Sylvain to rest his head on the ginger's shoulder. He had eventually cuddled up unknowingly closer.
Sylvain smiled a bit wider, feeling as though he accomplished something. Felix had fallen asleep overtime. Surprisingly, Felix still had his resting bitch face on when he slept, causing the Sylvain to chuckle a bit. Light snores had come from the raven haired boy.
'Very cute...' the taller male thought.
Sylvain kisses Felix, before resting his head on the smaller male's head, and closing his eyes, falling asleep as the overwhelming effects of tiredness hit him.
