REQUEST: "Felix+Piers (or Felix/Piers): They wander during the events of Dark Dawn. Handsome helpful strangers!"
Note: I did forget Nowell existed until I published this ask
Six days since the last Pysnergy vortex. South Eastern Angara. One day from Champa.
"Once again, thank you!" Eoleo calls across his ship to the one that had just wriggled he and his men out of the coral reefs they had been stuck in. "I've got no idea how long it would have been before someone else had come with help!"
Felix can't help but laugh; the last time he had seen the kid was when Eoleo had been four or five—not too long after the events of the Golden Sun, and that was only at Piers' insistence to see how the people of Champa had been doing. The Venus adept feels more lighthearted during this time, helping out the people who need it.
"It's no problem!" He calls back, knowing Eoleo probably didn't recognise him—three decades of memories, and a few days worth of a lack of a shave tended to do that. "East of here is another huge formation like that though, so I'd be careful!"
Eoleo waves a hand in recognition, and soon, the two groups of sailors have parted ways.
Piers laughs and kisses Felix's cheek. "You're cute when you laugh."
"Oh, shut it."
Two days before the Soarwing is broken. Ocenia. Two hours from strangling the mayor of Alhafra.
"What do you mean, you won't help us, Felix?!" The man slams his hands onto the table.
Felix's gaze meets the porkish mayor's with a cold, hardened look in his eyes—this is the Felix that had led his sister and friends around the world in a race against time. This is the Felix that lit the lighthouses from necessity—and most importantly, this is the Felix who answers to no man but himself (and in bed, his lover.)
"I'll help your people," He says, voice echoing the ice encasing the Mars Lighthouse, "But on my terms. I am only one man, and I do not answer to you, or any other dog."
Piers has to pull Felix away from the table and out of the building, as he felt the earthquake beginning, and knew from stories that while Felix was a patient man, when he finally did lose his temper, nobody wanted to be near him.
Night of the Eclipse. Belinsk. Thirty minutes after Matthew entered the Luna Tower.
"Piers, I'm getting a horrible feeling about this." Felix said, watching as he fiddled with the peace-bond of his weapon—tensions were horrible between beastmen and humans, and Felix felt no reason to make these tensions worse, even if it meant being defenseless inside of Belinsk.
"I know," Piers replied, holding onto Felix's arm as he looked around. "I thought I saw your nephew—"
"I saw him too," Felix sighed, "And if he's Jenna's son, he's up to no good." He rubbed his temples, "Who all was with him?"
"Uhm… It looked like him, Garet's son, Ivan's daughter, and Mia's son… Some boy who looked like Alex—but the age is wrong, so I suppose it's another Mercury adept—and a female beastman, if I saw right."
Felix lifted an eyebrow. And then everything went dark, and a shadow attacked.
Night of the Eclipse. Belinsk. Thirty minutes after the Eclipse began.
"They're afraid of light!" Felix called, attacking the nearest shadow-spider-thing. He spun around, quickly killing another, before taking two steps back.
He and Piers pressed their backs against each other, letting out a burst of Pysnergy each.
"Felix, we need to get to the boat." Piers said, "It's not safe here."
Felix nodded, before freezing as he heard a scream. Before waiting for Piers, he ran off, yelling, "Stay right where you are, I'm coming!"
Piers groaned and followed Felix into the night.
Morgal Country. Thirty six hours after the Eclipse.
Felix sighed, looking everyone they had managed to save over once more, healing those who needed it. Belinsk had been slaughtered by the monsters, and Felix himself was in dire need of healing. As it was, he and Piers had exhausted themselves trying to protect those few of Belinsk who they had managed to save—and right now, they were on a river not too far away from the city, keeping a fire going in an attempt to not be attacked.
"We need to move," Piers approached Felix, the Mercury Adept still bleeding from a gaping stomach wound neither were able to heal.
"Where are we going?" Felix snapped, irritable from being unable to feel his own hand. "Piers, right now we're housing maybe a hundred refugees—and we don't have the room—and neither of us are in any condition to move around, let alone fly this boat."
The two sat on the sides of the boat, gasping for air, just enough psynergy to stop the bleeding, for something, anything—a miracle would have been a blessing.
"Excuse me?"
At the small voice, Felix turned his head over, looking at the small, frightened beast-child. He did his best to smile. "Yeah, kid?"
The child held out a psy crystal. "Th-this was my big sister's. Sh-she's not here now, but she told me that it gave her back her special magic she had—she has magic like the princess, you know."
Felix blinked a bit. "Really?" He asked.
The child nodded and put the object in Felix's hand. "You two are magic. You saved us all, and I think you need my big sister's magic more than I do."
Felix pulled the child into a hug, patting her head. "Thank you." He whispered. "Thank you so much."
Belinsk. Two hours before the Apollo Lens is lit.
"You think we did good?" Piers asked, throwing something else into the bonfire they had managed to start. The two—with the help of the beast child, whom they found out was not only a Jupiter adept, but a little boy named Afansi—had somehow managed to retake enough of Belinsk to safely hide the refugees.
"Yeah, I think so," Felix replied, voice hoarse with emotion. He kissed Piers once, then twice, shaking. "Don't tell anybody, but I don't think staying in Morgal is a choice, unless this Eclipse ends soon.
Piers laughed. "I know. Afansi knows too, and a few of the adults. That said, unless they're willing to desert their home, nobody will want to leave."
Felix sighed a bit and kissed Piers once more. "I'll take first watch." He mumbled.
Two hours later.
"Piers! I can see the sun!"