[Having spent the majority of day in the Iron Net—after threatening and harassing staff members for information—Felix doesn’t manage to visit the department store until the late hours. Fortunately, he’s no longer storming around the resort completely naked; during the spontaneous orgy outside the Vale, the swordsman borrowed a pair of ill-fitting trousers (at least two sizes too big). He’s bunched up the waistband in one hand to prevent them from slipping down as he marches through the aisles of sex toys, scowl darkening with every dildo he passes.
Though he’s hardly the type to relax his guard, the shibari rope still manages to successfully ambush him. It waits until Felix has spotted a familiar head of vivid red hair. As he stands frozen, numb with shock at seeing Sylvain—alive and well—the rope strikes. It snakes around him with disturbing speed, then hauls him forward before he can even manage to shake off his surprise. The two old friends are thrown together in a bodily crash as the rope winds over Sylvain’s figure, tightening to draw them into crushing proximity.
Felix is silent. He struggles like a wild thing, teeth bared in fury, but his brown eyes keep darting up to Sylvain’s face—disbelief contorting his own expression. He’d heard some other wildcards confess that they’d been brought to the resort after dying in their own lands, but this…
Nothing could have prepared him to meet Sylvain again.]
D. Love Dove after dark
Though he’s hardly the type to relax his guard, the shibari rope still manages to successfully ambush him. It waits until Felix has spotted a familiar head of vivid red hair. As he stands frozen, numb with shock at seeing Sylvain—alive and well—the rope strikes. It snakes around him with disturbing speed, then hauls him forward before he can even manage to shake off his surprise. The two old friends are thrown together in a bodily crash as the rope winds over Sylvain’s figure, tightening to draw them into crushing proximity.
Felix is silent. He struggles like a wild thing, teeth bared in fury, but his brown eyes keep darting up to Sylvain’s face—disbelief contorting his own expression. He’d heard some other wildcards confess that they’d been brought to the resort after dying in their own lands, but this…
Nothing could have prepared him to meet Sylvain again.]