Hey! How Is Felix And Lovie Doing????

hey! how is Felix and lovie doing????

oh still painfully oblivious and in love

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The chill is enough to pull you out of sleep.

You extend an arm blindly, too groggy to be more productive in your search for a source of warmth. Your fingertips brush against rumpled sheets, but the half-conscious part of you isn't satisfied with the discovery of a blanket.

Felix, you realize with a start, where is he? The question gives you enough of a sense of purpose to lift your head. There's no sunlight bleeding in through the window, which means that it's still late. You squint, pressing your elbow into the mattress as you try to sit up further.

There's a figure, an outline closer to the edge of the bed than to you. Felix. You reach out instinctually, your hand finding his back. Before you can make any real progress at stealing his warmth, he shifts, tensing beneath you.

You frown, gently dragging your nails down his spine. He doesn't ease. You move to sit up a little straighter, leaning over him in an attempt at reading his expression. The darkness makes it impossible to make out much, but his eyebrows do seem to be furrowed.

He sighs, the sound uneasy. You trail your fingers up and down his back again. "Lex," you whisper, voice a little too raspy to be effective. "Felix." He mumbles something into his sheets. Your hold on him tightens, your fingers pressing into his shoulder. "Lex."

Felix inhales, entire body going rigid. He wakes up all at once, head lifting itself and shoulders tensing. You press your palm against the fabric of his shirt, but you're not given a real chance at comforting him before he's turning.

His back finds the mattress. You remain still, forearm digging into the bed's cushioning as you study the rise and fall of his chest. After a moment of ragged breathing, he whispers, "Lovie?"

Forgetting the dark, you nod. "Yeah--yeah, it's me." As if to prove your point, you place a hand against his side. He seems to breathe a little easier at that. "Think you had a bad dream."

There's a quality to his stillness that jabs at you. It isn't him like him. You're too groggy to articulate your concern, so you move your hand, dragging your knuckles against his side.

He exhales at that, his arm bending towards his chest. His fingers find your wrist. "Yeah, it--it was a dream."

The response is almost irritatingly blank. He squeezes your hand carefully, his touch warm and sure. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Felix drags his thumb against the back of your palm. He's quiet enough to be contemplating something. "No," he finally says, "Not now."

If he seemed any less unsteady, you'd consider pushing. Instead, you just let yourself watch him for a second, eyes straining to make out his features in the dark. "Okay," you settle on, "That's okay." He hums once, but the sound feels distant. "Do you want to talk about anything else? Or turn on the light and stay up for a little?"

Felix traces invisible patterns against your hand as he thinks through his options. "Can you come here?"

You nod as you shift forward. Felix extends his arm, providing you the space needed to rest your head against his stomach. He places a hand against your back.

You try to will yourself to embrace the comfort of the new position, but there's a lingering tension that you can't fully dismiss. "Are you okay?"

He smooths circles against your spine. "Yeah," the response is a little softer than you'd like it to be, almost hesitant. "Think it was those last couple of mixed drinks you told me not to drink." It's true, you had warned him against the third bar special. "From now on, I'm listening to you always."

The exaggeration makes you grin. "Lesson learned."

Felix mumbles a response, his voice too heavy and drowsy for you to piece together his words. You're okay with the not knowing, but he clarifies anyway, "I'm happy you're here."

You shut your eyes, letting yourself focus on the overwhelming safety that is Felix. "Me too."

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Someone on here said “I love the way you draw Andrew” and that was enough for me to draw for the full 48 hours after HDHAH

Thank you so much to that person for the compliment and the motivation RAH <3

I’m going to clean up the linework some more but was way too excited to share, I’m kinda proud of this one

(Edit: I cleaned it up a little >:D TOP LEFT SPIDEY GAVE ME ISSUES FR 🫡)

pls everyone manifest i get into a good creative writing program <3 🙏

crashing out (i have two homework assignments left before i can know peace)

seeing gracie abrams tomorrow 😭

SCREAM (1996) dir. Wes Craven