There was no challenge to that raised brow, Marco simply meeting Julian's gaze calmly. He wasn't about to apologise or belatedly ask for permission. He could give reasons for this, but as long as Julian didn't ask, he wouldn't be pressed to put them forward. And Felix's laughter distracted him from the silent conversation in any case, drawing his attention without a fail as he gave his lover a warm, easily open and sweet smile.
"You've found me out," he murmured, almost a sidenote. He didn't want to talk about the real reasons why he was pushing for this. Because Felix was not easy to convince when it was something he actually really really wanted. He would see a reason to punish himself, or to deny himself somehow.
The trumps being paraded on the table was hardly a surprise. Felix was very taken by his artistic skills. He considered it for a moment whether to put forward the reason why he had replaced all of Felix's cards. Every last one of them. And made him throw away Fiona's. It could be a very uncomfortable conversation and lead to tangents that none of them wanted. However, there was something to be said about putting his cards on the table, Julian might have some inspirations towards protecting Felix.
Keep it simple, Marco. Overthinking is not always the best idea.
"Thanks," he said with an easy smile. "I work hard for it." Then he leaned in to press a kiss to Felix's cheek just because he was adorable and deserved all the sugar in the world.
Then he reached over to flip one of the cards over, his own face, to its backside to show the design that was made as a replica to Felix's lightning tattoo, gold on black. Marco's own deck had a different pattern at the back, all the cards he usually did followed that same form, except Felix's deck.
"I made sure to personalise this for him. It'll make it harder for me to highjack this deck. Because that is not my intention in the least. I've been drawing trump cards for a long, long time, it was the first significant skill I learned. And I know all the tricks you can play with them. It might sound paranoid, but I didn't feel comfortable with Felix having a deck drawn up by my mother."
Cards on the table, Marco shrugged mildly and leaned back in his chair, one knee over the other, his toes drawing idle circle's on Felix's calf.
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"You've found me out," he murmured, almost a sidenote. He didn't want to talk about the real reasons why he was pushing for this. Because Felix was not easy to convince when it was something he actually really really wanted. He would see a reason to punish himself, or to deny himself somehow.
The trumps being paraded on the table was hardly a surprise. Felix was very taken by his artistic skills. He considered it for a moment whether to put forward the reason why he had replaced all of Felix's cards. Every last one of them. And made him throw away Fiona's. It could be a very uncomfortable conversation and lead to tangents that none of them wanted. However, there was something to be said about putting his cards on the table, Julian might have some inspirations towards protecting Felix.
Keep it simple, Marco. Overthinking is not always the best idea.
"Thanks," he said with an easy smile. "I work hard for it." Then he leaned in to press a kiss to Felix's cheek just because he was adorable and deserved all the sugar in the world.
Then he reached over to flip one of the cards over, his own face, to its backside to show the design that was made as a replica to Felix's lightning tattoo, gold on black. Marco's own deck had a different pattern at the back, all the cards he usually did followed that same form, except Felix's deck.
"I made sure to personalise this for him. It'll make it harder for me to highjack this deck. Because that is not my intention in the least. I've been drawing trump cards for a long, long time, it was the first significant skill I learned. And I know all the tricks you can play with them. It might sound paranoid, but I didn't feel comfortable with Felix having a deck drawn up by my mother."
Cards on the table, Marco shrugged mildly and leaned back in his chair, one knee over the other, his toes drawing idle circle's on Felix's calf.