Posts by Felix Alexius.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px;]Forget Dan doing anything; Dan wasn't there, and Dan couldn't help. Just as with Madi, they were all getting injured; it was only by his pleasantness that he placated the bullies that came sniffing, managing to turn their heads with his growing charm and diplomacy. Dil, however, did not seem entirely capable of this; it was not his fault, but apparently, bullies liked to prey on the blind.


    Felix limped over at a speedy pace, composing himself and taking a shaky breath as he pushed forwards and studied Timothy. " Gee, do you have any cloth, or any cobwebs? " he asked his other brother quietly, touching a paw to Dil. " Hey, Timmy, listen to me. Can you stand up? I want you to walk back over onto our side, okay? " he murmured, touching his nose to his bigger sibling's cheek.


    ( mobile & rushed )


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px;]It was a lion! His second, too, he believed. His first had been Dorian; Sam was a lioness, but he considered them quite different, with both being majestic in their own ways. Forever intrigued by their forms, Felix's eyes were wide as he studied the albino beast, gaze lingering on his horns before returning to his face, his own expression a pleasant smile as he neared.


    " Hello, " the tiny kitten greeted naïvely, bobbing his head. " What's your name? I'm Felix. That's a very nice basket. "


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px;]jfc felix greets a gift-bearer at the border and compliments the basket the gifts are in
    gg felix


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px;]Felix wasn't feeling good.


    And yet it was with an expression of concern for Phil that he approached, his wide eyes holding a sort of detached worry as he came to stand beside Jonathan. The kitten, in the short absence of his father, had, like the rest of his siblings, suffered greatly, but in choosing to suffer in silence, not speaking of his pain and not making it obvious but rather pretending he was fine, he had neglected to seek help for the emotional turmoil, and rather had let it fester. He had been acting on the notion of being brave when his siblings weren't, so that even whilst Dan and they wallowed, they had at least one person who was still going strong for them.


    It had been difficult. Painful. He'd stopped eating, stopped sleeping, lived almost solely on water. He'd walked into a holly bush, spent most of his time tidying, and then retreated to read in hopes of hiding every time his mask began to slip. In the short space of a few days, Felix had grown up quite quickly. It was a change that, though he wanted it reversed, was likely permanent.


    So, now skinny and littered with cuts, abdomen pulled taut and his whole body swaying like a drunkard, on the verge of falling over from fatigue, Felix locked out his legs to keep himself steady and fixed alien eyes on Phil. The scent of blood masked the scent of his Pa, and as he had already almost given up on ever seeing him again, he did not immediately recognise Phil. Or perhaps he did, and he was too scared to speak out — it was hard to tell, but for now, Felix remained completely oblivious, head tilting. " Are you alright, mister? " he asked in a weak, albeit warm voice, exhaling in a soft whoosh.


    ( mobile & getting ready for school, sorry for mistakes/shortness! )


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px;]He frowned at Dil's refusal, head whipping to the side as Gerard, too, joined them in the holly. " Gee! " he yelped, temporarily caught off-guard, before he sucked in a breath and nodded mutely at both siblings. " Be careful going through the holly. It doesn't like being invaded. " he suggested, quietly, before ducking under Fleecepaw.


    ( mobile & getting ready for school, sorry! )


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px;]Felix exhaled hugely, turning to study Gerard with a quick grin forming on his features. " Mmm, be careful. Timmy won't want you saying that, " he replied cheekily. He didn't have a favourite brother; he loved both equally, and he loved Madi, too.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px;]Did she find it funny? If it made her happy, then he supposed he couldn't complain. Felix smiled tiredly up at her automatically, the expression shifting his features without him even realising, and he nodded his head. " I'm ... hnng, I'm okay. It's ... you're Wishfulkit, right? How are you? "


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px;]Felix was a very picky eater, preferring the finer things in life — not that he yet knew this, but what he did know was that many of the prey animals here weren't nice enough for his refined palate. Watching as she took the bird, he flashed her a reassuring smile, though didn't move to take anything for himself. " I already ate, " he lied — his second lie ever, actually — with a placating expression, bobbing his head. " Want to eat it here, or somewhere else? "


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px;]Times like this made Felix doubt the good in the world. He rounded the corner in the aftermath of the ' fight ', eyes widening as he kicked up into a sprint, but by the time he reached Gerard, the bullies were gone, and his brother was dirtied, bloodied and trembling.


    This- this was not good, thought Felix, staring after the retreating elder kits. The boy stepped close to his brother to try and study the lacerations on his shoulders, and then he aimed to lick the dust off of them, having heard, somewhere, that clean wounds were good, and dirty wounds were bad.


    " Gee, are you alright? " he asked, expression composed but concerned as he stepped back to study his larger sibling. " We've got to stop the bleeding, okay? What happened? " after speaking, he returned to inspecting the scratches, a small frown knitting his brow.


    /ayy congrats!


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px;]Having not heard the full story, Felix was, sadly, unable to guess the people in it, as he'd only caught snippets. However, the tale had sounded intriguing, and the male was rather disappointed he'd not been there to listen to the full thing. All the same, there were always opportunities for more stories, so he approached, settling down beside Shiftingallegiances with a small huff and a pleasant smile.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px;]Seeing the collision between basket and Bloomingskies, Felix toddled his way over, blinking eyes heavy sleeplessness and composing an expression of warm, tranquil concern. Blooming did not look particularly hurt, but he was still intrigued all the same, partially worried for Frigidkit considering his blank expression of thought.


    " Hello, you two, " the runt chirped, bobbing his head to them both in a quick bow. " Are you okay? "


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px;]Felix watched, blankly, as Phil extended a paw in his direction, but said nothing, only stepping a little closer, not minding the blood and yet still not recognising Phil in his injured state. Kittens functioned mainly on scent to recognise their parents, besides, and as iron was the main reek in the air, he was still denying any knowledge of who this was.


    " What is it? " he asked, voice still polite and concerned.


    /that moment when felix literally doesn't recognise his own mother wow
    well done felix


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px;]so now i'm just comprising a list of weird things felix has done
    i mean he complimented a basket
    he [u]failed to recognise his own mother


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px;]Exhaling in a whoosh, fixing a pleasant smile to his features, the tiny runt halted at Bigby's side, peering at the border-dweller with curious eyes. He had an impatient, confident air to him, and Felix wondered if he'd been waiting a while; he'd feel bad if he had, because making people wait was never a nice thing to do — perhaps they'd be able to make it up to the male once he'd answered Shiftingallegiances' inquiry.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px;]" No, you aren't. I know when people aren't okay; sit down, Gee, and let me look. " the kitten protested stoutly, going so far as to try and climb his sibling and push him back into a position that enabled him to study the wounds properly. " If you're going to be like this, then head back home, and maybe there'll be something in the cupboards to help you. " maybe some bandages, or something; he didn't know, so long as they could cover up those cuts.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px;]Felix looked up as Gerard came to a halt beside him, wrapping a tail around him, before returning his gaze to Phil. Like him, Gee seemed confused at first, but unlike him, he aloud stated his realisation, as if proud about it. Felix, on the other hand, was not. The lack of maternal care in Phil's absence had altered him, and his levels of affection were unbalanced. He cared for Dan because his Dad had become detached, he cared for his siblings because they'd been upset and he'd had to take the brave role, and Phil?


    Phil had left them. He didn't know why, or how, but he had, and now he was back, Felix ...


    He wasn't a resentful being. He still loved Phil dearly, because Phil was his Pa. Still, he did not look surprised, as if he'd not known, nor did he grin as Gee was. He took a step forwards, tapping against his brother's wrist, a subtle thanks for the protection he continually rejected because he had to stay strong when Madi and Dil were struggling, and studied Phil. " Oh, Pa, are you alright? Do you need anything? " he asked, because he still didn't know if this was forever, and if it wasn't, he couldn't go back to being a little child just yet.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px;]meanwhile felix never forgot about phil but only half-recognised him because his smell was different
    plus he's afraid to be a child again because he's afraid phil'll leave again


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px;]Phil was back. Did that mean everything could return to normal?


    Felix had evicted himself from the Howell-Lester household temporarily, fleeing to the safest place he knew; anywhere in camp that wasn't his home, preferably close to the centre, and he found himself a small place to try and relax. He was struggling, now, with keeping his composure, but remaining in a place with Phil often so close was difficult for the boy, and it was much easier to get out and away, even if here was a public place, a place where his panic was easily witnessed. Perhaps the publicity of the situation would help him remain calm, or perhaps it would not, but Felix did know that he was desperate for escape.


    The boy had been looking for books again, and had found one on the theory of mathematics; it was far beyond his current skills in the subject, and many of the words were much too complex, but the notions, the ideas they hinted at, were much more interesting than anything Felix had ever anticipated, and they took his mind off of, say, the simple things, like how he hadn't slept in far too long, and how he hadn't eaten in even longer. Verging on emaciated, with lungs that rattled when he breathed, Felix's coat had lost its sheen and his eyes were foggy with fatigue, but it was with wonder that he studied the book, settled in camp with a blanket drawn over him to shield from the cold.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px;]felix will just be that diplomatic person who tries to mother everyone tbh


    whilst secretly rooting for gee


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px;]gentle bump


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