My store is open again, and there are three new items: Dining Hall Felix, Summer Cordelia, and Berkut/Rinea Mini Stands!
Also worth noting is that leftovers from ANYC have come back and I have TWO Thanatos charms and ONE Megaera charm left from the Hades set. Charon and Theseus/Asterius are also still available!
Hello, my store is now open for some new FE3H merchs. I have limited stocks now so I will only open it until Dec 17th.
Also I’m doing a giveaway in my Twitter!! I will pick a winner to receive a set of Claude, Dimitri, and Edelgard Charms! Check out the details on there.
Pacing up and down in their shared room, Annette cannot stop herself from overthinking. It’s been hours since this oh-so-called realization, and the sun is setting down, covering the room in shades of red and orange, just like Sylvain’s hairs, which does absolutely nothing to help her.
Felix opens the door, rubbing his neck, sore from training. She bumps into him, steps on his foot at the same time, and he doesn’t mind, but she jumps back and screams, and he’s kind of a little offended.
“Annette?”
“Felix!” She shouts, embarrassed. “Fancy seeing you there!”
Felix’s mouth falls open in disbelief, sprinting his eyes, “It’s our bedroom, Annie. I sleep there.”
A cornered gasp escapes her, and a nervous laugh follows. Felix’s heart sinks.
“Is that so? I mean, yes, obviously. Ah, silly me!”
Felix holds her shoulders between his hands, the touch making her holt, while Felix’s eyebrows knit above his worried eyes. He can’t remember a time seeing her like this, fidgeting her hands, picking at the skin of her fingers until they turn blood red under the attacks of her nails.
“Look, Annie.” Felix unconsciously tightens his grasp on her shoulder, “If you have second thoughts on the wedding, I won’t hol–”
“What? No! Of course not!” She yells at him, slapping his hands away, and it eases a tension from his shoulders he had allowed to nestle there.
Annie sighs, falling on the bed. “Sit down, please.”
Felix wants to ask her what’s going on, because she’s nervous and it’s worrying him, but he pinches his lips and executes instead.
For a moment, they remain both silent, a peace cut solely by the fidgeting of her hands which doesn’t stop until Felix engulfs her hand in his, holding it tightly.
Only then does she raise her hand, lowering it right after as a shameful red colors her cheeks.
“There’s something I need to tell you.” She blurts before thinking, holding her hand against her lips the next second.
She looks up at her future husband, breathing heavily, and he’s so worried for her, afraid of the worse, she can see it without a word, so she lowers her hand and starts talking.
“I know you like Sylvain.”
Felix’s hand twitches, runs away from hers as if it burned itself, but Annette catches it before it can even leave her. He looks away, wants nothing more than to stand up and leave but she’s holding onto his hand with a strength one would not expect from someone of her stature, so ardently he might not even be able to leave this bed unless she lets him.
“Feli–Goddess Felix, don’t be–” She tries, but he keeps trying to get out, as if it would help to deny the evidence. “Felix Hugo Fraldarius, stop hiding and look at me!” Annette bursts, holding out her other hand to cup his face and forces him to look at her.
Even then, he refuses to meet her eyes, and it breaks her heart.
“Felix, pleas–”
“I’m sorry.” He confesses, clenched jaw and teary eyes, and he’s in such misery she can feel it, the pain of her lover tearing her soul just as much. “I’m so sorry, Annette I– I should just– Please just let me go away.”
Annette puts her forehead against his, rubbing his cheek where she can feel tears falling. Because he’s miserable, because he loves her so tenderly yet his heart sings both for her and him and it’s not something he wanted her to ever learn, it’s not something he wished for anyone to learn, to know how much of a liar he has become, offering his family’s heirloom without being able to properly give his heart.
“I love you.” Felix shivers, biting his lips until they’re red and swollen, “I mean it, Annie, please trust me I love you, so much, and I triedbut–”
“It’s okay.” Annette squeezes his hand. “Stop apologizing, please, what kind of person do you think I am? Do you think I’d hate you because you love him?”
Felix shakes his head, without hesitation. But it doesn’t mean that, deep down, he still feels like a cheating bastard.
“I don’t mind.” She tells him, as if she could read his thoughts, and Felix cannot believe her words. “Look, I, I’ve known for a little while now, and I was surprised, but I’m not angry at you. I could not! It i’s not because you love him that you could not love me.” She chuckles. Neither knows if it is because she’s nervous, or if she sees things genuine. “You were the one who confessed to me in the first place! Felix, you courted me with all your heart even though I didn’t give you a clear answer. There is not a world in which I would doubt your love for me.”
Felix looks at her, finally, finally looks at her, so she cannot stop now.
“But you can love him too. You know, I tried spending time with him, and he’s nice, he’s a good guy so–”
“Just propose to him while you’re at it.” Felix rolls his eyes in a playful manner, humoring her with a smirk of his own. He knows Annette will be loud, wll hit his shoulder and laugh telling him how silly he is, just what he hopes to ease the very tension he cannot bear.
But instead, Annette is quiet. Very quiet, like the calm before the storm, and it’s so unlike her, Felix starts to panic.
“There’s another thing I need to tell you,” She stutters, trips on her words, and it’s suddenly much more difficult to say it out loud than to herself in the confidence of her own mind.
“I told you I spent time with him, and well, I wanted to know what was so great about him that you fell in love with him and, hum– I might, just might,” She catches her breath, and the last words fall into a whisper.
“I might have fallen for him too.”
Felix is silent, the whole time and long after, trying to process it. Then, he laughs his heart out, holding his ribs and almost crying, because it’s so damn ironic he cannot believe she fell for Sylvain too, of all people.
“Hey– You! Idiot, stop laughing!” She protests, letting go of his hands and hitting his chest with her fists, but Felix is so damn lost in his laugh that he cannot hear her, repeatedly hitting the mattress next to him with his palm.
“Felix!” She scolds him, and finally, he seems to.
“Sorry, sorry Annie.” He wipes a tear away, smiling at her. “I just can’t believe you like him.”
“So what! He’s very charming!”
“I know.” Felix chuckles, and another silence falls, yet far from uncomfortable. Not aymore.
“Should we propose to him too, then?” Annette tries, and sure, Felix is surprised, but he can’t find a reason to refute her.
Officially, Ingrid is only Dimitri’s lover. It is how it works between them, she is Dimitri’s as much as Sylvain is his and Felix’s. Felix and Dimitri are… cordial, at best. They adore and care for the same people yet it is but a foolish thought to think them to one day share a bed or their soul.
Officiously, Ingrid is conflicted. She shouldn’t be, this she will allow herself to admit but she is, because despite her love for her partner and soon-to-be King, she finds she longs for Felix just the same. She has, for quite some time at that, for a few forsaken years following Glenn’s death, which is the exact reason as to why she refuses to speak any of it.
She was engaged to Glenn. More than that she had loved him tenderly before, had flushed at every compliment he offered her and wept like a widow once the fateful new was brought to her house by a delivery boy she barely knew. Just that. A letter, announcing the end of his life as if it was nothing but the daily news.
The reason she refuses to speak of it is simple. Because Glenn was Felix’s brother and she loved him, because for the blood they shade they bore the same midnight hair and piercing eyes and she cannot fathom the idea of sharing her smitten thoughts to him, in the sole fear he will think she only sees Glenn in his. That she loves and years for him only because of the resemblances between them.
Because it was the reason why Felix chose such a different path from his brother. Why, with every little thing, Felix chose to stray further and further from his brother’s example and memory, because he dreads the idea of never being recognized as his own being, rendered to becoming the echo of his brother’s ghost. His lacking replacement.
His father doesn’t mean wrong when he compares them. He speaks his name and sings his praises so they never grow forgotten, so both can age on a path he can no longer walk, but Felix loathes it, craves not to see his every deed overshadowed by the ghost of the son his father could have had.
So, because she had loved him, because she had adored Glenn, Ingrid will not share her affection for Felix.
Because she refuses to let him think she would settle for him only because of Glenn’s absence, that he would only be worthy of her love once his brother was no longer.
