[Felix paused and tilted his head to one side as he stared at Steve in mixed interest and curiosity. His beady brown eyes were the only thing visible beneath the balaclava and the undersuit of his armor. They held an unidentifiable emotion within them that may have looked suspiciously like disappointment--smothered quickly by white hot fiery anger. That, too, faded with a hard blink and eased into amusement.
He knew it was likely. They had all known in the end that undoing a regret would bring them back to the point where the regret could be undone, and leave them without memories of their time gathering the orbs. Felix also knew that there was some sort of price to be paid for breaking his deal, and maybe even an additional one for creating a new one. The orb had probably agreed simply for all the chaos the new deal would bring.
Felix knew all this and yet it didn't make this moment any easier to swallow. He hid his anger and disappointment (and hurt) behind the light of amusement, but beneath the shine of his eyes there was a world of repressed emotions swirling in the mercenary's head. He smiled beneath the mask, pulling the edges of it up slightly with the expression.]
Oh, I know a lot about you, Steve Harrington. Things that would make you blush, things that you'd never expect someone to know about you, things a stranger couldn't possibly know.
[But he wasn't a stranger. Hadn't been, at least, while they were stuck together on that space station. The problem now lay in how to prove that--or find another way to regain Steve's trust and interest. Start all over again. Fuck.
Felix lowered the bat. His voice dropped into 'that was just a joke, duh' range.] You work at the video store and, like any good employee, you wear a name tag. And I have a thing for names and faces.
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He knew it was likely. They had all known in the end that undoing a regret would bring them back to the point where the regret could be undone, and leave them without memories of their time gathering the orbs. Felix also knew that there was some sort of price to be paid for breaking his deal, and maybe even an additional one for creating a new one. The orb had probably agreed simply for all the chaos the new deal would bring.
Felix knew all this and yet it didn't make this moment any easier to swallow. He hid his anger and disappointment (and hurt) behind the light of amusement, but beneath the shine of his eyes there was a world of repressed emotions swirling in the mercenary's head. He smiled beneath the mask, pulling the edges of it up slightly with the expression.]
Oh, I know a lot about you, Steve Harrington. Things that would make you blush, things that you'd never expect someone to know about you, things a stranger couldn't possibly know.
[But he wasn't a stranger. Hadn't been, at least, while they were stuck together on that space station. The problem now lay in how to prove that--or find another way to regain Steve's trust and interest. Start all over again. Fuck.
Felix lowered the bat. His voice dropped into 'that was just a joke, duh' range.] You work at the video store and, like any good employee, you wear a name tag. And I have a thing for names and faces.