until victory.

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Personal ; also a special one @deadicated . 

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frederick encourages the certitude of his own death far 2 much and far 2 casually for any healthy man w/ a reasonable amount of self worth honestly .

LIKE.

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frederick like, values his skills as a tool but probably not as a person ngl. which isn’t ... really something to unpack cus i am really not swayed into believing that he has, like, severe pathological issues ( obviously there Are Some because no Normal Person Who Values Themselves Would Speak of Himself Like This ) but yeah. There’s obv like this weird level of self esteem going on where, it’s not like the dude consciously hates himself, and i don’t really think that that’s an arguable point to speak on, but it’s clear that he doesn’t see himself as someone on equal footing with...Most People, especially the people in the Shepherds, and especially the royal family. Which makes sense! he was raised to serve them, and he takes that to like an extreme sort of level ( which is a bit sad because it’s always played off for humour but it’s quite clear 2 me that a lot of it stems from pity over the loss of their parents at such a young age, duty, and later because of guilt that he ‘let’ emmeryn die under his protection ). 

anyway this is getting away from me but yea fred jus talks abt his own death like way way way too much and its depressing af to me considering he, like, actually does die in the future timeline and it messes whoever his kid is up lmao and . hm ! anyway bye *mic drop*

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SUMIA.

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                                ❝   you know, frederick. for a man who spends his life so concerned with everyone’s needs, it sure seems like you often forget your own.    ❞  

                      a dawning realization rises like the sun against a hazy pink horizon & it’s left her with some sort of guilt-stained conscience. early mornings – he’s always the first one awake. she notices the bags beneath his determined eyes & the ways his weakness never falls short of strength… but she still sees it. unsure of how to bring it up, she supposed she allow herself to wing it. though, even that has left her feeling quite troubled… she doesn’t want him to feel bad, & she certainly doesn’t wish for him to grow upset with her.

                               ❝   here ! i have an idea. how abouut you take the rest of the morning off ? get in some rest, allow yourself a nap ! and i will tend to the rest of your duties ! you just need to give me a detailed description of what you want done and how you’d like it !    ❞  

‘ Amiable as your intents are, milady, I am afraid it would ill behoove me to abandon my duties. Especially were it in the name of a nap.  ----- It is my honest pleasure to serve our army in any way I see fit, even if that entails... ’

A vagrant yawn then betrays his sense of adamant stoicism forthwith, one from which there is no hiding nor naysaying. He blinks once, and heaves a sigh. Had he grown so weak that rising before dawn should prove his downfall? Hah! How abjectly unspeakable! To vex the likes of the Shepherds, and beg of their aid out of his own impuissance was a proper sin; and yet, to rescind her kindly offer in the name of pride and honour seemed equally distasteful ---- ah, the unjust sting of an ultimatum most nettlesome! 

‘ Ahem. Nathless, I...suppose I’ve some use for a helping hand, so long as you are willing to give it.   Now, the armory's lances are beginning to show their wear, and it has come to my attention that our supply of firewood has grown rather negligible... ’

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‘ We are built to make mistakes. ’

CREATED FOR DESTRUCTION, CEASELESS CYCLES of birth & death, casting a blade & having blade cast into oneself. these words set off some familiar rage within him, something concealed with no room for breath. he’s held it captive in his palms, where sweat forms at his lance, where his fingers clutch for the sheer ounce of reassurance that this world is real & that he is alive. he doesn’t want it anymore. he never wanted this. some sick game of fate left on repeat, where pain knows nothing but hurt, sorrow, & rage. none of his father’s words can sweep the scars from his flesh. none of his words could right the wrongs of the past, or the treacherous fate which has stripped him of EVERYTHING. there is nothing for him here. 

the blood of one’s kin means nothing but the blood left to dry at the tip of his blade. he stands with eyebrows knit so tight he can feel pressure swell within him, headache’s onset forming beneath a shouldered mask ( the weight never relieves the pain beneath his eyes ). nothing is revealed but the scowl that he will not let falter, despite how it pleads to quiver with the grief buried beneath guilt, shame, resentment & some false facade of hatred. he never danced with the touch of forgiveness.

                                                       ‶  Your words are naught but excuses.  ʺ

it takes everything to speak, to carry the words through his tongue, & to sound so absolutely repulsed to a man who he so desperately craves at least the bare touch of. the man of whom he loves so fervently & cherishes like he never got the chance. he cannot bear to let him in because he can not bear the tragedy that fate has already showed him. he cannot bear the waves of tears that stain his eyes with dry pain each morning he wakes after what little sleep he just barely managed to obtain. he is bitter. he is a boy worn of death & defeat, a child who knows not what it means to love or be loved because all that he loved was stolen so soon. so he stands now, minerva at his side, feigned abhorrence in his words, never breaking this barricade he’s reinforced for so, so long. he stands, with aching hands & shaking knees, because he can just hardly hold onto the idea that his father believes he does not care for him.

                  oh, how he yearns to let himself forgive. he knows he doesn’t deserve it.

                               ‶  You were careless. Leave me at once.  ʺ

                                                                                             but he wishes he’d stay.

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not 2 be basic but i really love frederick EVEN IF he toes the line between gary stu and Regular ol’ Nice Guy.

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@stahlritter

‘ If I may be so forward, milady, I could scarcely stay my eyes whilst fighting alongside you and your mount. ’

A wyvern, no less, which in itself was a daunting feat. The creatures themselves were uncommon to Ylisse, and to see one so domesticated, let alone so adroit, was no mere vacuous marvel. ---- Even so, he takes to maintaining the fair distance betwixt them, somedeal stringently.

‘ You move so flawlessly, as though your thoughts and hers are as one. I've never witnessed such fellowship between man and beast! It's an admirable trait, I must say. ’

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hey dad

u’ve finally come around and taken to using my proper name, i see.

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milord, i’m quite stoked to serve you. after u eat my dust on the pipes lmao

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@backwaternoble 

‘ Forgive me. My talents with a blade far surpass my utility with a bandage. ’

A hackneyed suture, to say the least, but nevertheless one that would hold until they reunited with the encampment. Hopefully, anyhow. The wilderness was no purveyor of safe havens, and with brigands afoot, it was certainly no arbiter's ground, either; every second squandered between collecting themselves and convening with the others was yet another hypothetical nail in the metaphorical coffin. 

        ‘ Are you able enough to walk? ’

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do you have any preferred ships? Or a main one?

all.

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CORDELIA.

                                             ❛  sooo.  ❜  cordelia doesn’t often feel mischievous, but right now, she can’t help it  ——  finally, after several previous failures, she managed to sit down with the knight, to talk about his love life. there are snacks she prepared, the sun is shining, no tasks left to do in camp, no battle to prepare for : the both of them are really, absolutely ready to gossip. and a man of his caliber ? he must have a lot to talk about, surely. ❛  frederick ! go ahead and speak. i promise i’m gonna be quiet this time !  ❜

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And woe unto he who falls victim to the likes of Lady Cordelia's ever unerring tenacity, as it were; he silently curses whichever cruel hand of fate had dealt him such an unpleasant predicament. 

‘ Beg pardon, milady, but I must confess you shall find this endeavour rather a fruitless one. ’

The mere allegation that his romantic proclivities should be a topic of intrigue, let alone something less than barren, was nigh laughable, if not utterly misguided in itself. Still, her dedication to the subject was a credit nonetheless.  

‘ ---- There is not much to say on the matter. My heart belongs to Ylisse and her people, nothing more. ’

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I have no icons Cus I’m mobile right now but honestly lms for a starter I’ll get to them when I clock outta work.

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big brain: frederick is like family 2 the royal sibs transcended brain: frederick prolly had unrequited feelings towards emmeryn and thats the tea

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do u like uptight n overbearing knights who carry u n ur siblings + ur newfound amnesiac friend thru the early stages of ur fave rpg...... look no further..... i am here. reblog this or like this so i can check ur blog out n get back into the swing of things im gay.