FELIX
His mother’s quiet reprimand is met with an apologetic smile, even as his cheeks are stuffed like a squirrel’s with the pastry. But once he’s swallowed it down, taken a sip of the tea to wash it out, he focuses on Zeph and the story he’s all too excited to have. And all the excitement pools in his chest when Zeph begins, the older man meeting Felix’s dual-toned gaze ready to hear it all. It’s surprising for him, shown in the way his eyes widen a bit that the mermaids could walk before, able to breathe under water – wouldn’t that be something?
But then it goes into a bit more of a treacherous tale, of greed and everything that makes Felix enjoy the gritty parts of fairytales and legends. He’s half tempted to interrupt, to ask about the old mers and the moons, but of course he doesn’t – ever the good listener. Instead, his hand sneaks out along the table again in an attempt to sneak away another pastry to nibble on to keep his mouth shut to hear all of it rather than try to get explanations.
He’d learned early on that it ruined the fun of stories if he asked too many questions throughout it all.
But then it goes into a bit more of a treacherous tale, of greed and everything that makes Felix enjoy the gritty parts of fairytales and legends. He’s half tempted to interrupt, to ask about the old mers and the moons, but of course he doesn’t – ever the good listener. Instead, his hand sneaks out along the table again in an attempt to sneak away another pastry to nibble on to keep his mouth shut to hear all of it rather than try to get explanations.
He’d learned early on that it ruined the fun of stories if he asked too many questions throughout it all.
breathing dreams like air
