Felix wasn't a romantic in any sense of the word. He lived an extravagant life, he didnt have time for the slow, dull pleasure that came with falling inlove. Until it hit him like a freight train. You were a friend of Venetias, loud and untouchable. Yet, somehow, always guarded. He hadn't taken a keen interest in you, but you'd grown on him, slowly - over time, like a sickness taking hold.

Soon, he'd abandoned ollie all together. Choosing to play drunk tag through the hedge maze, have a serious conversation, then get back to doing stupid stuff with you. For once, felix wasn't all wandering hands, rather just affectionate eyes.

You'd ended up laid on the pier, wine straight from the bottle being shared between you. It was well past 3am, and mosquitos were eating the two of you alive. Neither of you seemed to care.

"You're quite beautiful, you know." Felix notes suddenly, voice a hushed murmur