Community Zine

Of course he does, but Dimitri will be the last person to ever know that. Still, only a
huff comes out of Felix, and silence falls between the two.
If someone had told Felix that this is where he and the boar would’ve ended up
eventually, he would’ve stabbed them, but now… now he cannot help but to be happy
about it.
It hasn’t been easy watching his friend losing himself to madness, but Dimitri has
managed to resurface from it stronger than ever, and Felix can only be proud of him
– not that he will ever say it out loud. of course.
When Dimitri takes one of his hands and he draws it closer, kissing its palm, Felix’s
first instinct is to jerk away, but his lips are warm and soft – if not wet – so he stays
put.
“Sap,” he says, because he’s still going to say something, but he can’t help the gentle
tug on his lips, which curve forming a fond smile.
“But you like it”.
“No, no I don’t”.
He loves it.
At least Dimitri is auto-sufficient enough to put on his undergarments without help,
even though at that point, had he really asked Felix to help him, he would’ve known
that he was just teasing him.
He’s gathered his clothes for the day on the bed, waiting before beginning to pass
them to him as he gradually puts them on.
It’s when he glances at him again that Felix stills.
It wouldn’t be the first time he sees him bare like this – he even saw him in less – and
it wouldn’t be the first time he sees his scars, but there’s something about them this
time… Felix isn’t even sure what it is, but he just wants to touch.
His steps are silent and he catches Dimitri off guard – he can tell by the way he shivers
– when he brushes his hand over a burn mark where the neck meets the shoulder.
He remembers this wound quite well: they were advancing towards the capital when
a mage hit Dimitri with a blast. He’d been so afraid for his life back then, trying his
best to carry him outside the battle, to a safer place, at least until Mercedes or any
healer could take care of him.
It was then that he realized how much Dimitri really meant to him: if he were to die
he definitely couldn’t have handled it.
Such a shame that it was only then that things changed, but on the other hand, it was
inevitable: to make things work, they both have had some growing up to do.
“Felix…” Dimitri mutters when he feels the other’s lips on his skin. Such soft gestures
from Felix aren’t exactly common after all, and he can’t help but to wonder what’s
the reason behind all this now.
“Hush, you,” is the other’s reply, and Dimitri can’t help a slight smile. Always so
bossy.
“You know, unless you want me to be seen by the general public like this, I need to
put this shirt on,” he says then, trying to keep it light, but Felix doesn’t reply.
“Felix.”
“Hhm?”
“You’re dwelling.”
Despite denying it every time anyone brings it up, Felix does dwell in the past quite
often. He may say that the past doesn’t affect him, but Dimitri has seen the vacant
look he has in his eyes sometimes, when he would spend even hours silently looking
in front of him, his mind who knows where.
Given how many times Felix had snapped him out of his own thoughts, it’s only fair
that Dimitri repays the favor when he can. After all, he doesn’t want Felix to dwell,
especially if it’s about something negative.
For once, however, Felix doesn’t snap at him, doesn’t deny anything; he just kisses his
shoulder one last time before putting some space between them again.
“I think you’ve got it from here,” he says, “I should wait outside.”
“Will you at least help me with my hair?”
There’s a sigh coming from behind Dimitri.
“Ugh, fine.”
Dimitri’s hair is soft, definitely softer that it once was, and that’s because Felix had to