If someone met Felix several months ago - or a month ago, even, he's hardly recognizable. He's made himself invisible, and has managed fairly well, but at this point he's sitting downstairs, tense and curled into himself, red hair all over his face and twitching at small noises, distant and lost in memory.

They aren't good ones, either.

But he's still resisting the urge to drink something.

Felix is currently sprawled limply in a chair in the kitchen, quite unconscious, with a bruise rising on his temple and another around his wrist. Good times with Felix Harrowgate, dysfunctional extraordinaire.

Felix is napping on a couch downstairs when he startles awake, abruptly, one hand going to his collarbone then dropping. That was an odd dream. It seemed so - vivid.

He stands up and stretches, looking around the room, slightly confused and disoriented. It's afternoon - did he really sleep through the whole day? He wasn't conscious of being that tired. And that dream was so clear... he strolls over to the window and looks out, twitching back his hair and frowning thoughtfully, wondering if perhaps ...but that was preposterous. It hadn't been a ghost, it had been him, and that wasn't how the madness had worked last time.

Nonetheless, he shivers and closes the window, deliberately not looking at the shadowy edge of the woods and wondering why he feels so confused. It's not a good feeling.

Felix seems all right. Mostly. He's now sitting in the library, reading, just as usual. The only difference being that he can't stop playing with his rings, and he jumps at small noises. It helps that it's inside, and all the lights are blazing, with one hovering over his head for good measure - it's probably the first time he's been alone for any amount of time, though, and he still doesn't like it, twitching, shifting nervously. No wolves. No eerie howling recently. It's fine. It's just fine.

If he can convince himself of that.

He kisses his lover passionately, arms wrapping close around him. 

He's actually not reading, for once! Exiting the Mansion, he goes strolling across the lawn with some sort of vague intent to go somewhere, but mostly just looking for company. Felix thrives on social interaction to an almost absurd degree, and hence every inch of him declares that he has no real purpose to his wanderings. 

It's a hot day, and Felix, catlike as usual, is sprawled on the porch in a tangle of long limbs and deep red hair, reading again. He doesn't look very interested in this particular book, though, almost glowering at it. He's feeling absurdly impatient and annoyed with - well, honestly, just about everything. And he's trying to remember the events of a couple nights ago more clearly, past the enormous headache he's nursing.

However, of course it's not going to hold him back for long. He sets the book down, tilts his head back, and closes his eyes. He might very well be sunning himself. Laziness, as far as Felix is concerned, is not a sin. Of course, very little is a sin in Felix's book.

Felix looks substantially different from his usual! Not much shorter, but even slighter, and with a slightly bruised air despite the fact that he still struts. Leaning against a wall and watching people pass by, mouth in a suggestive grin, dark red hair flopping in his eyes, he makes a handsome picture - would make more of one, if he weren't much over fourteen. No tattoos or rings to indicate who he is, and his clothes, while fine, are slightly ratty, like they've been worn just a bit too much. Though, of course, in Felix's line of work, clothes don't really get involved much.

Felix, once again proving that he doesn't need a brothel to ply his wares from. After all, here there's no one to skim the top off his profits, right? And it's not like he's good for anything else, not with his strange eyes and hair.

T: Felix when he was a teen, working as a whore! Feel free to come and say hello - attempt to rehabilitate him, be weirded out by his attitude, whatever.

Felix is sprawled in a chair in the library, flipping through a book and looking supremely bored. Supreeemely bored.

He really wants someonething to entertain himself with. As this does not seem to be forthcoming, he stands up and strolls over to a shelf, flipping through the books idly, pulling them off the shelves and putting them back, every so often twitching his deep red hair out of his eyes.

Typist: Specifically for Cyrano and Daemon, but anyone can tag in.

Who: Alan and Felix.
What: It was Felix, in the library, with the...Alan. Hem. (LIKE ATONEMENT, ONLY GAY.)
When: Before this log.

Who: Felix and Pascal.
What: Any guesses? :D
When: After this log. Felix likes to keep his boyfriends happy.

Who: Alan Campbell, Dorian Gray (for a while) and Felix
What: Felix is horny. Alan hasn't gotten laid. Dorian has a gay snoggage radar. STUFF HAPPENS. (though Dorian vanishes at one point, ignore that.)

Warnings for: Obviously, sex.

Felix has quite been enjoying his stay in the Mansion so far. Though it's starting to itch at him. There are things to do back at the Mirador. Though he has a bitter moment of wondering if anyone's missed him. It passes quickly.

At any rate, he's now stretched out in the library, reading a large hardbound book with letters in a strange language inscribed on the cover, and looking remarkably focused, both his peculiar eyes trained on the page, the brightest two things in the room his deep red hair and the tattoos ornamenting his arms. Come and say hello!

What: Marius and Felix flirt outrageously, Marius has a snack, Felix is frustrated by the lack of sex. It's hot.
When: July 12, 2008
Who: Felix Harrowgate and Marius de Romanus.

Felix, on his first or second day at the Mansion, has already been snacked upon. He's not really aware of it having happened, though. Mostly what he's aware of is the fact that he is painfully turned on and that damn man didn't offer to stick around. Pity. So now he's stalking back toward the room he's claimed as his own, really wishing there were a whorehouse somewhere around here. Because he has no idea who here is suitable, available, and easy. It's really a bummer.

Feel free to say hello! Ladies needn't worry. Gentlemen have more cause to be concerned of attempts at seduction.