Felix is pleased to be leaving the party in the company of someone else, his skin tingling in a familiar way - it feels right and good and comforting, in a way, as much as the light-headedness and the warmth of his companion. He slips his arms around Pascal's waist and nuzzles his neck, just outside the main room ( Read more... )

If someone met Felix several months ago - or a month ago, even, he's hardly recognizable. He's made himself invisible, and has managed fairly well, but at this point he's sitting downstairs, tense and curled into himself, red hair all over his face and twitching at small noises, distant and lost in memory ( Read more... )

Felix is currently sprawled limply in a chair in the kitchen, quite unconscious, with a bruise rising on his temple and another around his wrist. Good times with Felix Harrowgate, dysfunctional extraordinaire.

Felix is napping on a couch downstairs when he startles awake, abruptly, one hand going to his collarbone then dropping. That was an odd dream. It seemed so - vivid.

He stands up and stretches, looking around the room, slightly confused and disoriented. It's afternoon - did he really sleep through the whole day? He wasn't conscious of being that ( Read more... )

Felix seems all right. Mostly. He's now sitting in the library, reading, just as usual. The only difference being that he can't stop playing with his rings, and he jumps at small noises. It helps that it's inside, and all the lights are blazing, with one hovering over his head for good measure - it's probably the first time he's been alone for any ( Read more... )

He kisses his lover passionately, arms wrapping close around him. 

He's actually not reading, for once! Exiting the Mansion, he goes strolling across the lawn with some sort of vague intent to go somewhere, but mostly just looking for company. Felix thrives on social interaction to an almost absurd degree, and hence every inch of him declares that he has no real purpose to his wanderings. 

It's a hot day, and Felix, catlike as usual, is sprawled on the porch in a tangle of long limbs and deep red hair, reading again. He doesn't look very interested in this particular book, though, almost glowering at it. He's feeling absurdly impatient and annoyed with - well, honestly, just about everything. And he's trying to remember the events of ( Read more... )

Felix looks substantially different from his usual! Not much shorter, but even slighter, and with a slightly bruised air despite the fact that he still struts. Leaning against a wall and watching people pass by, mouth in a suggestive grin, dark red hair flopping in his eyes, he makes a handsome picture - would make more of one, if he weren't much ( Read more... )

Felix is sprawled in a chair in the library, flipping through a book and looking supremely bored. Supreeemely bored.

He really wants someonething to entertain himself with. As this does not seem to be forthcoming, he stands up and strolls over to a shelf, flipping through the books idly, pulling them off the shelves and putting them back, every so ( Read more... )