Who: Felix and Alexandre Where: Alexandre's bedroom When: Thursday What: You weren't sleeping, were you?
There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.
Alexandre had given him a room but Felix didn't always use it. He came and went and jut hoped his host wouldn't mind. It didn't mean he didn't appreciate the charity, it was just that his wanderlust was far stronger. Alexandre wouldn't know, after all, that he wasn't nearly as frail as he appeared to be. He wouldn't know about his magical blood and the wondrous things it let him accomplish. He didn't want Alexandre to think he didn't want to have a warm, comfortable place with an amazing bathtub to come back to. Sooner or later, probably after the thaw, he would find a way to show him his appreciation.
Tonight wouldn't be that night, though.
Tonight he'd crept into Alexandre's house when the man was sleeping, slipped silently into his room and sat with his back to the wall and waited for him to wake up.
Before invading his private space, Felix had taken a bath. He'd already stripped down through his layers of clothing to the bottom which meant a black t-shirt beneath an unbuttoned plaid top and a pair of jeans with a security tag still pinned to the leg. He'd also cut his hair, it was uneven but shorter than before which meant it would be easier to deal with and certainly needed to be done before it got too long. He had a book with him too, a small one that he read despite the dim light, bent forward between his knees as he went from page to page his lips moving silently with the words.