( walking from the down to the up turns out to be a more arduous task than initially anticipated. felix hurts in a variety of creative places, in ways he's only accustomed to hurting after a nasty fight with ephemera, except this time it wasn't ephemera divvying out the damage. this time he took a ( more than likely ) well-deserved beating from ephemera's soft-edged man.
not so soft, in the end. his bad.
he's a patchwork of mottled bruising when he walks into crais' apartment, tentatively checking corners on his way through the door. the damage: split knuckles on both hands, the skin pulled bloomy red and taut over bone, and a busted lip. twin marks on his birdlike wrists, where drake gripped him in one firm, shackling hand and pinned him flush beneath his weight.
the latter serves as an especially uncomfortable reminder, visible every time he lifts his arms and his sleeves slide neatly down his wrists. he glides through crais' living room as if he feels none of it, and only winces once as he sinks gingerly onto his couch. )
Before you say anything: you should see the other guy.
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not so soft, in the end. his bad.
he's a patchwork of mottled bruising when he walks into crais' apartment, tentatively checking corners on his way through the door. the damage: split knuckles on both hands, the skin pulled bloomy red and taut over bone, and a busted lip. twin marks on his birdlike wrists, where drake gripped him in one firm, shackling hand and pinned him flush beneath his weight.
the latter serves as an especially uncomfortable reminder, visible every time he lifts his arms and his sleeves slide neatly down his wrists. he glides through crais' living room as if he feels none of it, and only winces once as he sinks gingerly onto his couch. )
Before you say anything: you should see the other guy.