[If he had to do any of this without Sylvie, he's not sure he'd have gotten even a fraction of the distance - knowingly or unknowingly. Sylvain's his other half, whether he remembers him or not, he never feels complete without him. He's the motivation Emmet has for getting out of bed in the morning, nevermind saving the world from a certain jackass. Everything is for Sylvie. Always will be. Even if he's still immersed in his own guilt.]
I've pulled you all to hell with me, time and time again, and yet you still love me. I don't deserve it, don't deserve you but... I love you more than anything. Love you so much.
( hearing emmet's feelings isn't anything surprising; they're not new to love, to loving each other, they have gone through this more times than sylvain can keep track of now. he remembers letters sent via post from across borders, remembers little notes attached to carrier pigeons and messenger boys running over others.
but he dislikes the circumstances behind these words; emmet's guilt, the nightmare that must have led him here, to this. sylvain purses his lips, before he's pressing a hand against emmet's shoulder and a kiss to his cheek. )
Up. I am already awake, we may as well use our time for something entertaining.
[Emmet, despite himself, hears the soft touch of humor to his question - because despite it all, Sylvain is here to comfort him. He still stays by his side and lets everything wash off him like rain, holding on only to the most important parts of it all. He looks to him, eyes affectionate, and sits forward into a hunch before he's touching a palm to Sylvie's cheek.]
( it's easy affection with an answer that should be quite clear.
but sylvain quirks up the corners of his lips, offers over a small smile as he leans into that hand on his cheek, before he's shoving against emmet and swinging his legs off the edge of the bed to pull himself up to his feet. )
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[If he had to do any of this without Sylvie, he's not sure he'd have gotten even a fraction of the distance - knowingly or unknowingly. Sylvain's his other half, whether he remembers him or not, he never feels complete without him. He's the motivation Emmet has for getting out of bed in the morning, nevermind saving the world from a certain jackass. Everything is for Sylvie. Always will be. Even if he's still immersed in his own guilt.]
I've pulled you all to hell with me, time and time again, and yet you still love me. I don't deserve it, don't deserve you but... I love you more than anything. Love you so much.
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but he dislikes the circumstances behind these words; emmet's guilt, the nightmare that must have led him here, to this. sylvain purses his lips, before he's pressing a hand against emmet's shoulder and a kiss to his cheek. )
Up. I am already awake, we may as well use our time for something entertaining.
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[Emmet, despite himself, hears the soft touch of humor to his question - because despite it all, Sylvain is here to comfort him. He still stays by his side and lets everything wash off him like rain, holding on only to the most important parts of it all. He looks to him, eyes affectionate, and sits forward into a hunch before he's touching a palm to Sylvie's cheek.]
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but sylvain quirks up the corners of his lips, offers over a small smile as he leans into that hand on his cheek, before he's shoving against emmet and swinging his legs off the edge of the bed to pull himself up to his feet. )
Chess.