[ He likes cafes. The sleepier the better, in his opinion. As much as Felix enjoys dance nights and clubs and punk rock and the rise of art in London right now, there's something about the pitter-patter of rain and the low murmur of conversation that draws him in. There's always someone working, too--a artist, a musician, always someone that Felix can latch onto. He's on his way to see if his favourite place is still there after 15 years when he swears he sees him.
Just a glimpse in the window, a little flash of curls and Felix's whole world comes grinding to a halt, his plans skidding to a stop as he swears--swears--he's seen him.
No. No, surely, this is just his mind playing tricks on him. It's been so long, too long, it couldn't possibly be him. Could it?
Felix's arms feel heavy, like the bright blue umbrella he's carrying somehow weighs a tonne instead of nothing at all, but he pushes through it and decides to enter the cafe. If it's not him, then at least he can get a nice cup of coffee and chide himself in his foolishness. It's a step away from the rain regardless, however light the drops are at the moment.
He can't help but stare when he sees him, memories flooding through his head so quickly he feels dizzy. Felix feels like his spine is on fire, he feels flushed, almost feverish even though he knows that's not the case.
It's him. It's Remus. The smile on his face is wide, bright and the most genuine thing he's felt in ages. ]
It should be dramatic. A cliffhanger, maybe.
[ He can't stop smiling. Felix's accent is still distinctly American--he's just arrived in London so he hasn't switched it yet--and he's dressed head to toe in powder blue, from his t-shirt to his slacks and blazer to his tennis shoes. He's well aware that Remus probably won't even remember him, but it doesn't matter.
writes a novel ig
Just a glimpse in the window, a little flash of curls and Felix's whole world comes grinding to a halt, his plans skidding to a stop as he swears--swears--he's seen him.
No. No, surely, this is just his mind playing tricks on him. It's been so long, too long, it couldn't possibly be him. Could it?
Felix's arms feel heavy, like the bright blue umbrella he's carrying somehow weighs a tonne instead of nothing at all, but he pushes through it and decides to enter the cafe. If it's not him, then at least he can get a nice cup of coffee and chide himself in his foolishness. It's a step away from the rain regardless, however light the drops are at the moment.
He can't help but stare when he sees him, memories flooding through his head so quickly he feels dizzy. Felix feels like his spine is on fire, he feels flushed, almost feverish even though he knows that's not the case.
It's him. It's Remus. The smile on his face is wide, bright and the most genuine thing he's felt in ages. ]
It should be dramatic. A cliffhanger, maybe.
[ He can't stop smiling. Felix's accent is still distinctly American--he's just arrived in London so he hasn't switched it yet--and he's dressed head to toe in powder blue, from his t-shirt to his slacks and blazer to his tennis shoes. He's well aware that Remus probably won't even remember him, but it doesn't matter.
He's here. ]