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  1. Public Bookmark 6

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    Jertiza von Hyrm did not join the Imperial Army to make friends. Even so, he finds himself spending time with a certain dark-haired swordsman who has betrayed his country. He finds they have more in common than he once thought.

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    9 things that make Jeritza and Felix similar and 1 thing that makes them different

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    31 Jul 2020

  2. Public Bookmark 37

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    Dimitri's hair is silver.

    No—it is thick with snow, and so are his eyelashes, the ruff of his cloak. "What," Felix starts to say, and coughs up half-melted ice. The motion makes pain shoot up his side; he grits his teeth around a noise. A slow breath, in and out. He can deal with pain.

    Then he realizes his head is in Dimitri's lap.

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    15 May 2020

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    Claude says it just as Felix is in the middle of his third strike. Felix immediately adjusts his stance, lifting his arm high enough to miss the training dummy so he can spin around and slice the air next to Claude instead. Claude, to his credit, doesn’t so much as flinch, not even as the blade stops a mere feather's width from his neck.

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    In which Claude attempts to recruit Felix to his class, and Felix declines, starting something akin to a battle.

    A slowburn fic that spans both the Academy year and the war.

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    08 May 2020

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    “We have… a history.” Felix’s tone is weighted, and his flush deepens.

    Dimitri stares at him. Waiting for more, but no more comes. “Oh?”

    Felix looks at him in disbelief. His face is so red the colour has even spread to his ears. Through gritted teeth, he elaborates, “We were involved.”

    “Involved?” Dimitri repeats dumbly. Felix is looking anywhere but Dimitri now, but why should he be so embarra-

    Oh. Oh. Involved.

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    Three years after the war, and Felix is still strange with Dimitri. Not angry, not resentful, just... distant.

    Dimitri does not understand.

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    18 Feb 2020

  5. Public Bookmark 32

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    “I said, do you yield?"

    Everything blurs again, sharply, violently, and there’s a trickle of something warm and wet sneaking its way down the nape of his neck. The world swims before him, the only clear thing the burn of Felix’s eyes into his own, looking down at him like he could positively eat him up. Sylvain manages a weak grin, woozy from blood loss, letting himself fall back into the furious glare of Felix’s eyes as he blinks, soft and slow, up at him. A smile stretches across his face, one last fuck you to him, to the world:

    “Never.”

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    15 Dec 2019

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