"I'm a delicate flower!"

Closed Charlotte from fe14

[deetvar]

That Green Gentleman [Lewyn & Charlotte]

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silesianwinds‌:

Lewyn shrugged his hands into the air, and made a smile. “An audience. Even if I got nothing, I’d like to think I made someone’s day a bit brighter.”  He did want some money, true. But sometimes a simple distraction from the worries of the world was its own reward. He remembered the little distractions he had back in Silesia, how he would sing to willing audiences. These little moments were his best escape from the pains of royal statesmanship. They applauded Lewyn not as a prince, but as a musician. A poet. A bard.  “But I understand.” Lewyn held his lyre, and reached raised his hand to wave. “May the Wind bless you.” He turned away with a smile.  Sometimes the world didn’t care about the affairs of men, sometimes it was cruel and willing to undermine them at every turn. 

Charlotte frowned as she watched the stranger begin to walk away, just like that. She was used to pushier beggars, people who it was easier to say no to because they were so damn right annoying and she had her own problems to deal with too. He gave up so easily. There was no justification in that.

And she was familiar with just how hard it could be when you weren’t sure if your next meal was coming.

“Ugh, wait.” With a loud groan, she trailed after him, rummaging around in her coin purse. She grumbled darkly to herself the entire time, until she managed to fish out some coins which she quickly shoved into his hand before he had the chance to react. “Here! Gods, you look like a kicked puppy! Aren’t you lucky I’m such a nice person.”

[dancing-blade-inigo]

Out for the Hour | Laslow and Charlotte

@munnymaiden

The midday sun was shining bright over the camp as noon rolled around. Laslow stood outside the guard posts on the edge of camp. He hadn’t been waiting there long. In fact the mercenary was rather early but he had all the patience in the world. Patience was what landed him this tea date after all.

Originally, he wanted to treat Charlotte for the meal she had provided but this was more of an observation now. Laslow had the rare chance to see both of the ax-maiden’s personalities which enticed him to learn more about her. 

Laslow turned back to the camp looking for the lady in question. She should arrive any minute,now. He thought to himself.

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Charlotte was still unsure how to feel about the retainer. He fell for her just like she had intended but it was just so...easy. There was no fun to it, no thrill of success. And he had already seen her temper, so she wasn’t really sure what he expected when he kept coming back.

Still, he had asked her for tea again and...well, accepting and seeing how the day went couldn’t hurt. Especially if he paid and she had a good feeling he was the type of man to do exactly that.

She approached where they had made plans to meet. She could see he was already there, so she smoother her face into a sweet little smile as she approached. “Oh, hello Laslow! I’m so excited to see this tea place you found today.”

[just-here-to-fight]

Battle of the Two Axes | Hector & Charlotte

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There was absolutely nothing to gain by lying, so Hector didn’t understand why Charlotte was so convinced that he was lying to her. He didn’t really care one way or that other, since he didn’t usually like to have to act like a Marquess all the time. However, he did want to try and understand why she was so against the idea of him telling the truth. He wondered if she was used to people lying to her all the time since she already seemed like she didn’t trust people easily and let anyone in. 

“What’s rude? You know what I think is rude, you not believing me when I’m telling you the truth.” He mostly grumbled out before sighing and shaking his head. He could practically hear Eliwood chiding him about his poor manners. He was grateful that the other wasn’t with him and hadn’t tried to come looking for him since he knew he would definitely not approve of what he had been doing that evening. He had sincerely been trying to understand Charlotte but it felt like any time he tried to learn the smallest thing about her, she closed her self off immediately. 

He would have given up following Charlotte, not caring if she made it back to her camp in one piece if his need to protect others wasn’t so strong. He drew in a breath and had to remind himself that getting mad over her comments wasn’t worth it, especially when he was only trying to make sure that she made it back to her camp without any incident since she wasn’t exactly sober. 

“I wasn’t trying to be charming. It’s not like you’d even care if I was trying to be charming anyways. Doesn’t seem like you’d bother to let anyone get close enough to you. I get the whole being independent thing, but doesn’t it get lonely pushing people away all the time, especially when they just want to help?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked over at her. “Depends on what you’re referring to as working, because it works when I’m trying to make sure people that are drunk make it back to their camp in one piece.”

He didn’t expect her to suddenly start acting less defensive with him just because they left the bar that they were at. He would have actually been a little confused if she suddenly had changed how she was acting. He didn’t care that she didn’t think he was worth her time, he was pretty sure that the odds of them meeting again were going to be slim, but he couldn’t completely discount it happening again. 

“Why does there have to be something in it for you? I thought that I was bad at making friends, but you seem to be worse at it then I am. Isn’t getting to know someone, just being friendly about talking to one another? I’m not asking for you to bust out into some sob story, but there’s obviously a reason that you’re acting so defensive when I’m just trying to make sure you get back to your camp okay.”

Oho, was that it now?

“Oh I’m sorry.” Charlotte wheeled around on him again, but it was different this time. Rather than any anger or scorn, her face was sweet, the usual act she put up when she approached men she deemed worth her time. Though the stumbles in her steps were more genuine this time than they usually ever were.

Her arms crossed just under her chest, making sure to give it that little bit of lift. “I didn’t realize how helpful you were being, that you just wanted to save me from my lonely little life. How close to me did you need to get to do that, huh? Were you hoping I would fall weeping into your arms so you could console me?”

Charlotte leaned forward in a way that, at the very least, made it impossible not to notice her chest. “Were you planning on keeping me safe tonight while you took care of me?”

Just as quickly as it came. the sweetness was gone, replaced with a smirk as she straightened back up. “You’re not the first guy to be nice cause I look easy.” She went back to stomping along. She could see a flame, not too far off, from a torch that marked the end of their camp. She’d be back and in bed soon enough. “Keep up, hero!”

[deetvar]

That Green Gentleman [Lewyn & Charlotte]

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silesianwinds‌:

“Alas.”  Lewyn always had rough luck. But that was the way of the bard. He turned his attention to the inflection of her voice, the gruff exertion of that scoff. That tone of voice.  On the streets with nothing but a person’s wits, you had to learn how to read people. Or find yourself staring down unwelcome troubles.  “Very well then. This one is on the house.”  He began pressed his fingers against his lyre, a simple hypnotic melody. One he learned from his mother, a simple tune to help him forget his troubles. Moonflower, his mother dubbed it. The tune that comforted him in his grief, in hard times, and in broken dreams.  As he finished, he held his chin up high. “Was that lovely?”  Careful to hide the slight tear in his left eye.

Charlotte frowned curiously. She wasn’t sure what this guy was getting at with his free songs...Well, she had an idea, but she wasn’t sure how he expected throwing away his livelihood on her was going to get him there. She was the master charmer after all.

Still, she made no move to stop him as he took up his instrument and began to pluck out a tune. She couldn’t deny that the sound was beautiful. He played well, and there was clearly a lot put in to the song.

So once he asked, she couldn’t exactly deny it. “It did sound lovely.”

Charlotte crossed her arms and leaned into him. “So, what exactly are you hoping to get from it, buster? I already told you that I’m still not gunna pay you for it.”

[munnymaiden-blog]

"Oops, uh, pardon me! I almost ran right into you!" Eliwood apologized, stopping a mere few inches from the blonde haired woman he had nearly collided with. He took a step back, providing her with a bit of space. "Are you in search of something? You seem a bit lost."

Charlotte tensed and almost whirled around to snap at the stranger who nearly collided with her. She stopped, only because she saw the clothes that they were wearing. Fancy. And not the type of fancy that you would wear out and about casually if they were the only fancy clothes that you had.

She smoothed out her expression immediately and placed a hand to her chest. “Oh! You startled me...” She fluttered her lashes as if dazed before shaking her head. “I’m afraid I seem to have gotten myself a little lost...I’m not sure where exactly I am you see. Oh dear...”

[sins-and-bows]

"Ew."

Desperate times called for desperate measures when food was short. Hence Niles’s strange combination of old chocolates on a rotisserie chicken, with sauerkraut on the side. He looked at Charlotte, smirking.

“Want a bite? I can feed some to you.” Sure, he was also slightly disgusted, but he had to have a good meal so he could protect Leo.

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“Ugh, I’d rather die than eat any trash you tried to feed me!” She snapped, recoiling away from the meal he offered. What did he think she was, a gutter rat like him?

She didn’t even know why she bothered, there wasn’t anything to gain from being seen with him right now, especially not while he was eating that crime against humanity. “Nevermind. I’m done with you. Never speak to me or breath in my direction again.”

[deetvar]

That Green Gentleman [Lewyn & Charlotte]

@munnymaiden Lewyn got out of his room, lyre in hand, and walked to the bustling town streets. Families walked about, merchants sold their wares, and statesman did their duty.  He played his tune for any stranger to see, hoping to nestle enough for a good food and warm bed. If he was lucky maybe even some cheap ale, or better yet maybe even some a bit more loose.  So many possibilities. Yet no one gave any bit of gold.  A tough crowd today eh? Perhaps a more direct approach.  Lewyn approached a stranger, with a beautiful streak of golden upon their head.  In a smooth voice, he spoke. “Perchance might I interest you in a song, my sunbeam?”

[munnymaiden-blog]

Charlotte grumbled to herself as she wandered through the stalls of the market place. She was still in a foul mood. Sure, she felt bad that she had accidentally caused Jakob to drop some fancy tea set, and sure, she didn’t want Master Corrin to look as sad as they had when they heard. That didn’t mean she wanted to be out here spending her hard earned coin replacing it.

But she was, and she didn’t like it, especially when the merchants refused to let her haggle them. She was getting real close to just yelling and breaking a table when suddenly a voice very clearly speaking to her was in her ear.

Charlotte sighed and turned. The guy at least had an instrument, so he wasn’t a total creep just yet. Her eyes moved from it to him and she scoffed.

“Charming, but I’m not buying a song off you, buddy.”

[daeinsheart]

Surprising Neighbors [Pelleas & Charlotte]

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daeinsheart‌:

This time, Pelleas had been listening for the latch of the bathroom door over the sound of the water boiling on the stove, and had heard Charlotte’s footsteps before her voice, but it still required some control to turn around slowly enough not to seem startled by her. A rosiness still sat along the ridges of his cheeks, and even now that Charlotte wore a shirt, he found it difficult to keep his eyes on her face.

Quickly, he looked down at the counter and picked up two mugs - one in each hand - to show her.

“I’m making tea. Would you like a cup?” he offered sheepishly. The reality was that he was mostly making it for himself, to relax, but common courtesy dictated that he offer some to his guest as well.

“I have, well… just about any flavor you could want.”

Tea, huh? Charlotte wasn’t a big tea drinker herself, she usually went for coffee if she had to have any (though she’d heard a bunch of places online saying tea was probably better for her health wise and would help and blah blah, whatever, it still tasted like leaf water to her) but straight up refusing would be rude, so Charlotte nodded politely. 

“Tea would be lovely, thank you. Whichever is fine, I trust someone like you would have good taste. Is there anything I can do to help? I’m quite good in the kitchen you know.”

She fell quiet for a moment, watching the kettle. “Thank you again for letting me stay while my roommate is out. And for the clothes.” She tugged lightly on the hem of the shirt, knowing exactly where it would bring focus to on her torso. “I’m not sure what I might have had to do without your help.”

She didn’t have the money right now to replace a window.

[daeinsheart]

Surprising Neighbors [Pelleas & Charlotte]

[munnymaiden-blog]

daeinsheart‌:

“Where to ch— Oh! Oh, y-yes, of course! I—“ The tiny bit of composure Pelleas had managed to cultivate and maintain shattered instantly, his cheeks flushing bright red from a combination of embarrassment and the thought that she might have just changed in front of him. He turned away quickly to hide it and walked a few steps down the hall again, pushing open one of the doors to a spacious bathroom.

“Y-you can change in here.”

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

He fidgeting nervously until she entered and shut the door, then went to the sofa to wait. However, he couldn’t bring himself to sit down or make himself comfortable. His neck was still hot, and he pressed the back of his hand to his cheek - still hot, too.

With a sigh, he went to the kitchen and after a moment of deliberation, turned on a kettle to boil water.

He turned away, but Charlotte was still able to catch that flush of red on his cheeks. She sneered slightly at his back. That was such a genuine reaction. It was almost...cute. “Oh, thank you.” She replied sweetly. She stepped into the room and let him walk away. When she turned to face the bathroom, she huffed quietly. 

Even the bathroom was huge, and he lived right near her! This was such bullshit, he own bathroom didn’t even compare to this. She grumbled as she placed the clothes on the counter and began to change.

Soon enough she was padding back out into the apartment. The clothes fit, thankfully, though they were clearly made for a man without a chest her size. Ah well, everything was still covered and decent all the same. She slowly began wandering back into the living room until the sound of water caught her attention.

She backpedaled and found him in the kitchen watching over a kettle on the stove. She cleared her throat this time first to make sure she didn’t startle him. “Thank you for the clothes.”

[just-here-to-fight]

Battle of the Two Axes | Hector & Charlotte

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Hector hadn’t been trying to lecture Charlotte, he was merely concerned about her safety. He didn’t have any ulterior motives and he didn’t have any reason to lie about who he was to her. If she didn’t want to believe what he had been telling her then that was her problem, not his. He had just been trying to help her since she didn’t seem like she was coherent enough to be able to walk back to wherever she was staying without getting herself injured. It was also pretty late and even though he knew that she was strong, he didn’t want anyone trying to take advantage of her on her trek home, even if she was being hostile against him at the moment. 

He shrugged and continued to walk after her, deciding that even if she was going to continue to act so coldly towards him that he was going to ensure she made it home safe. “You can choose not to believe me, but really, what reason do I have to lie to you? I also don’t know what place that you’re talking about so for all I know, you could be the princess of Nohr. Well, if it wasn’t for the clear sarcasm in your voice.” He countered back, wondering why she always was so guarded. 

He sighed before dropping his arm down to his side, he hadn’t meant to upset her and was just trying to be helpful, but everything he did seemed to be having the exact opposite effect of what he wanted. “I didn’t mean to upset you or offend you. You just looked unsteady on your feet so I just wanted to make sure that you didn’t fell. Next time I’ll know to just let you fall on your ass, I guess.” He muttered, clearly confused on how he was supposed to help someone who wasn’t even willing to give him an inch. Still, no matter how obstinate she was being, he wasn’t going to give up on her because it wouldn’t settle well with him knowing he allowed her to go home in the state she was in. 

“I know I’m not the best person at talking to people, but I know that normally you don’t have to bargain about information about one another. If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine. I was just trying to get to know about you, that’s all. You just want to keep everyone at arms length, which I can understand, but even someone whose trying to help you, you continue to keep your guard up for. There’s clearly a reason for it, but I won’t press on it if it upsets you that much.”

He continued to walk beside her, making sure to keep a good amount of space between the two of them as to not make her feel like she was being crowded. He understood that she could probably take care of herself, but he saw how much she had drank back there and she wouldn’t be able to hold her own as easily in the state she was in now.

Charlotte sneered back at him over her shoulder. She’d heard jokes like that before. About her and Lady Camilla looking similar. It was usually about assets. And she usually punched those guys in the face. She felt like she punched the guy enough already tonight, it didn’t feel like it would make much of a difference right now. “That’s rude.”

Besides, it didn’t change how fake it sounded. She doubted this guy was any kind of royal. He didn’t act like one! And she’d heard guys make all kinds of claims to try and impress her. This was just one of the more far out ones that she’d heard.

She stayed quiet as he fumbled his way through what sounded like it was supposed to be an apology, but didn’t respond. She kept stamping her way forward towards where she could remember camp being. She couldn’t remember who was on guard duty tonight. Hopefully none of the hardasses, should couldn’t deal with two people on her case about this night. “Wow, you’re so charming. How often does following around like a puppy dog actually work for you, huh?”

Charlotte snorted loudly, rounding on him for a moment. “I couldn’t give a single fuck about keeping people at arm’s length.” She scoffed, hands on her hips. “You’re just not worth my time. Why should I bust out some sob story for someone when there’s nothing in it for me?” She had better fish to fry. She turned on her heel and kept on walking.

If he wanted to keep following her, that was fine for him, but she wasn’t going to stand there andhold his hand and play nice as they wander.

[munnymaiden-blog]

Faim, mange

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fightdriven‌:

“Well – of course not,” Ephraim says, a bit taken aback, because she’s right of course. He himself isn’t in a position where he can follow the path he desires without abandoning Renais, and it’s not something he talks about freely.

To some extent, he had been hoping he wouldn’t be shut down like this. Hearing about someone else’s dream would have made Ephraim feel as though he wasn’t alone in his pointless dreaming. But he supposes he’s not the only one who keeps those fantasies close to the vest.

“I won’t pry,” he says with a shrug, because what good would that do. “But – it’s still good to do things for yourself, sometimes…” If she really isn’t able to pursue what she wants, isn’t pressing the subject just going to make things more painful? “Though I of course appreciate what you’ve done for me and others as well.”

Charlotte managed to stop the snort a second before it slipped out, turning into a cough instead. For someone who talked about not prying, he sure did angle things to sound like he was prying. He wasn’t any good at it though, especially not going against someone as prepared as herself.

“Thank you for such kind words, Milord.” He better freaking appreciated what she did, she did everything she did to get some sucker appreciative enough. But that wasn’t something she could say, so she just smiled softly like she was sincerely flattered and knew that that would be enough to handle things for now.

“Well, I’m sure that I’ve keep you from training long enough, Milord.” She moved to her feet and, ever aware of herself, curtsied politely. “I don’t want to prevent you from doing something you enjoy, so if there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way now.”

[daeinsheart]

Surprising Neighbors [Pelleas & Charlotte]

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daeinsheart‌:

“Oh, there’s no need to repay me,” Pelleas insisted warmly. “I’m happy to be of some help.”

She seemed genuine, and that was more than enough to erase any of the doubts he had just moments ago. He led her up the flights of stairs to the top floor, then to his door, and fumbled with his keyring for a moment before finding the right one.

“Please, make yourself at home.” He held the door open for Charlotte to enter ahead of him. “I live alone, so, um…”

A nervous laugh covered the awkward silence that would have been there otherwise. The apartment itself was newly renovated, with hardwood floors and state of the art appliances, and it was spacious for a single bedroom. While the furnishings were relatively modest, the space was clearly high-end, but the frame of the picture that had fallen from the wall earlier still sat on the ground. Pelleas quickly grabbed it and shoved it onto a shelf, where it would likely go forgotten for the next several weeks.

“I’ll find some clothes for you. Just a moment.” Before Charlotte could say a word, he darted down the hallway and into his room, knocking the door half-shut behind him so that the sound of the latch wouldn’t give him away. He pressed his back against the wall as the realization that he had just brought a barely dressed stranger into his home crashed around him. Although he had known exactly what he was doing, he didn’t think she’d agree. And now she was in his living room and he had no idea how he’d spend the next hour or two before her roommate could come get her.

He closed his eyes and took in a calming breath. Then another. It didn’t help much, not while she was still out there. And before long, she’d start to wonder where he was, or what he was doing. He needed to pull himself together.

He went to his dresser and rummaged through a rarely-used drawer for a few old T-shirts he hadn’t worn in years, praying to the goddess that Charlotte wouldn’t question any of the logos or designs, and then braved the living room once more.

“I hope one of these works,” he offered nervously, holding the stack to her.

Charlotte had to work hard not to let her face drop as her eyes ran over the apartment. Of course he was well off. She tried really hard not to think of her second hand couch back at her place as she eyed his.

“Hm? Oh, I-” Too late, he was gone before she could say anything. Charlotte scowled after him, but did as he asked and stayed put.The guy was weird, honestly. But he seemed harmless. And he wasn’t the worst looking guy she’d ever had to deal with. He looked like he might drop dead while talking to her though.

Charlotte took her time looking around while he hunted down some clothes. The place really was nice. The kind of nice someone who had cash to burn would live in, not the “we’re doing our best and we’re proud of it” nice. There was probably a term for that. Oh well.

She heard him walking towards her again and made sure to smooth out her expression before turning to him. The clothes he held out looked clean, though old, but she was so ready to get out of the damn bathing suit, she didn’t care. “Thank you.” She smiled as she took them from him.

And then he just stood there.

She could feel the corner of her lip twitch, so she turned it into a bashful frown. “Um...are you going to show me where I can change or...?” She supposed beggars couldn’t really be choosers but she hadn’t pinned him for a voyeur..

[munnymaiden-blog]

Faim, mange

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fightdriven‌:

“…Hmm.” Is it really possible Charlotte would be completely aware of her admirers? Ephraim knows plenty about being oblivious to the affection of others, but there’s no way someone like her doesn’t attract the gaze of many. She’s pretty, charming, has a knack for cooking, and seems to care about others. Aren’t those qualities desirable in a woman?

(He asks himself the question because he honestly doesn’t know. Ephraim truly hasn’t spent much time considering what makes someone suitable for romance. For now, he’s content with his friends and rivals.)

“Well, that in itself is a worthy goal, I suppose,” Ephraim says after a pause he realizes has dragged on for too long. “Helping others, but…” He considers his own childish fantasies, and his own duty to help the people of Renais. “Don’t you have something you would do if you could throw caution to the wind? A dream that doesn’t involve anyone else’s approval. Surely there most be something?”

Of course Charlotte knew damn well she had admirers. She didn’t act like this to get ignored. And if it wasn’t working then she just would’ve switched and tried something else. But men with money seemed to get off on having quiet, sweet little things who did what they were told and while Charlotte could easily break their backs over her knee, that wasn’t going to get her paid.

“Hmm?”

Something...else she could do? For a moment, Charlotte wasn’t sure how to respond to that question. Sure, she talked about how she wanted luxury, wanted to be taken care of, wanted her family looked after and safe and fed and how she wanted none of them ever worry again...but that wasn’t something you could do by abandoning everything.

“...Not everyone is in a position where they can just do what they want, Milord.”

[daeinsheart]

Surprising Neighbors [Pelleas & Charlotte]

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daeinsheart‌:

She seemed reluctant, and embarrassment washed over Pelleas. He knew it - that had been too strange an offer to make to someone he didn’t even know. And what if she thought that he simply wanted to have his way with her? His cheeks flushed at the thought and he quickly laughed to hide it.

“I-I don’t mind, really,” he insisted. She seemed to agree, but her hesitance didn’t quite bring relief, and Pelleas began to worry over what she thought he meant by the offer.

You’re overthinking again, he chastised himself and took a steadying breath.

“I live just up on the second floor of this building.” Turning to gesture toward his apartment afforded him the moment he needed for composure. “Oh! My name is Pelleas, by the way. I think we’ve been neighbors for a little while. I’ve seen you around before…”

His lost commitment manifested in his trailing words and he mentally kicked himself for not stopping sooner. He never knew when to stop talking, and if she didn’t already think him a creep…. He offered another sheepish laugh.

“Anyway… shall we?” Even in a position where he was expected to lead, he still deferred to the other party to take the first step. Realizing this suddenly, he motioned for her to follow and started toward the building.

“If you’d like something, um… warmer… um… I-I have some clothes you can borrow…”

Pelleas groaned internally. He really didn’t know how not to be weird.

Well...he said he didn’t mind. And she supposed that if he was offering there was no point in her trying to not be the damsel. What the fuck was she getting depressed about? This was a golden opportunity, why the hell was she blowing it?

“Okay.” She agreed. She nearly pushed herself off the wall to follow him, but then remembered the whole she’d made in the wall, so she waited until he’d turned and started walking before following after him.

“I do believe that we’ve had a run in before.” Charlotte responded, glancing past him at his apartment. The same, and yet Charlotte couldn’t help feeling like he was already better off than her and Benny. She hoped they didn’t run into anyone else on the way. She’d deal with it, but she would really rather not.

“My name is Charlotte. Thank you again for offering, you’re so kind. I’m not sure I’ll be able to repay you for this...”

Clothes. Charlotte knew she was hot, but she definitely wouldn’t mind a giant t-shirt and some comfy pants right now. A shame she didn’t have a bra right now.

“Clothes would be nice, thank you.”

[daeinsheart]

Surprising Neighbors [Pelleas & Charlotte]

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daeinsheart‌:

Now it was Pelleas’ turn to gasp, and he waved his hands in front of him.

“No, no! You haven’t bothered me at all!” he insisted, even though just minutes earlier, he had gone to his window only to see who was making enough racket to distract him from his reading. “I saw you out here and, well… I think it would have been callous to simply ignore someone in need.”

Although he had been prepared to do exactly that.

A shaky sigh slipped from his lips and he glanced back over his shoulder toward his own building, then, mostly to bide his time as he sought for something more substantial to say, he pulled back his sleeve to check his watch. It was nearing the end of the work day. Maybe her roommate wouldn’t be much longer, he thought, and he could retreat quietly back to his room, pretending like this awkward exchange had never happened.

But that was a coward’s decision, and Pelleas was getting sick of always being the coward.

“Um…” he began meekly, still staring at his watch. “If… if you would like, you can stay in my room until your roommate returns.” Glancing up, he offered another uncertain smile. “I-in case it rains.”

Charlotte thought there wasn’t much sense in helping someone when there was a benefit for you in it, but considering how much she’d been banging against the door, she supposed some shitty sympathy was better than having to deal with a noise complaint.

He (did she ever get his name?) fell quiet and Charlotte’s attention drifted back to the sky. Grey clouds were slowly rolling in. It seemed inevitable that it would rain soon, and Charlotte sighed at the thought. She didn’t enjoy the idea of getting rained on. She didn’t want to be cold and wet.

“Hmm?” It took her a moment to realize what he was offering and another moment for the usual dainty remark to die on her lips (his room? How forward...) when she caught sight of that pathetic smile. There was no fun in teasing him, not when she was cold and cranky and just wanted to lie down. “Oh, I...”

She hesitated. Which felt silly. She was always playing the damsel so why did being the damsel irk her so much? But he was offering and she was tired and...well, she already had no pride anyways.

“...I don’t want to be a burden, but if you really don’t mind...” She trailed off.

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When Hector had invited Charlotte over, he originally had just wanted to be able to talk to her and possibly learn a little more about her. He hadn’t thought about how the invitation might have looked to someone else, especially since he set out the finest wine that he had and made sure that all of the best food that he could think of was set out. He didn’t really mind though since he wasn’t against it, but when he thought about how Lilina had greeted her at the door, he realized how odd that might have been. He internally shrugged to himself since he wasn’t one to easily worry about a simple misinterpretation, especially since it seemed like Charlotte hadn’t been to upset when he admitted to not realizing what she thought he invited her over for.

He had been alone for awhile and he figured that being with another person would help get rid of those feelings, at least for a little while. He figured that Charlotte felt the same way that he did about the situation, that it wasn’t anything serious and at least it would be a little fun for the two of them. Their personalities were so similar, yet different at the same time, that he enjoyed the fiery conversation that the two of them had so he was sure that sex wouldn’t really be any different than that.

He made a small humming noise before he looked over at her, just in time to see her give him a sultry smile. He wondered how many other times she used that smile on other people without them realizing how practiced that it looked. He wondered if there was ever a time that Charlotte let her guard down around other people and didn’t constantly have to keep this guard up. He couldn’t help but think that all of this was just an act to protect herself, but he wasn’t exactly sure what she was trying to protect herself from.

“Now what exactly is that supposed to mean?” He asked, a slight husk tone finding its way into his voice as he moved a little closer. “I certainly do know how to spoil someone~ just depends on how you want to be spoiled.”

God, could he be anymore cheesy with the basic bitch answers? What was she expected to do, spell it out for him? She couldn’t say hey I’m interested in fucking just to keep you interested enough to throw some of your cash my way if I need it.That would ruin the whole thing she was trying to build here.

At least he wasn’t one of the ones who demanded they go public with their “relationship”. Those clingy ones were the worst.

“Now that’s not fair.” She teased lightly. He moved and she readjusted herself, tucking her legs neatly beneath herself. Psychology. Made her seem more physically open to him and gave off the subconscious impression that she was more interested in this then she really was. She spent a lot of time researching how to pull her plans off perfectly. They almost always worked.

“You know it’s not very impressive if I have to tell you exactly how to impress me.” When he was close enough, she reached out and teasingly walked two fingers along the length of his arm. Initiating touch first, again, made them think you were interested. “After all, you gave me the impression you were more...spontaneous than that.”

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Battle of the Two Axes | Hector & Charlotte

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Hector couldn’t help but to raise an eyebrow when he saw Charlotte grumble and then start to cross her arms. He could tell that the alcohol that she had consumed earlier was really starting to hit her now. He still couldn’t believe that she was able to function and hold her own in the fight against him when she had drank that much. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to swing his arm or try to dodge attacks that well if he had the same amount of alcohol that she had. She kept him on his toes the entire time and he had been completely sober. He was glad that he decided to go here tonight to try and get away for awhile because that had been one of the best fights he had in a while.

He sighed softly when he heard her say that he was just someone who hung out in taverns and picked a fight with whoever was there. He wished that life had been that simple, but that wasn’t the case at all. He only came to bars and participated in the fighting events that they held to try and escape all of the responsibilities that he had. He didn’t truly feel like he fit in with his role in the same way that Eliwood did, but he knew that his people looked to him for support and he wasn’t going to let them down. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try to find some way to escape that life for awhile and just do as he pleased.

“You shouldn’t judge people by appearances alone, you know.” He said as he looked over at her, knowing that he had done the same thing when he first met her. However, after getting to spar with her for awhile he knew that he had the complete wrong impression of her and that there was more to her then met the eye. “Contrary to what you think, I do have money, quite a bit of it actually. You tend to be pretty far off when you’re the Marquess of Ostia.” He couldn’t keep the slight bite out of his tone at the title because it still didn’t feel like he should be the wearing baring that name. “I come here to do as I please and not have to worry about people recognizing who I am.”

His eyes went wide when he noticed Charlotte trying to pull herself up onto a nearby barstool. He was worried that she was going to hurt herself because of how uncoordinated she was from the alcohol that she drank earlier. He couldn’t help but laugh when she made a comment about how he needed to essentially buy her backstory. “Well where’s the fun in that? You’ve got to figure out a little bit about me, so I think it’d only be fair that I heard a little about you.” He mused before getting up off the floor, grimacing a little when he noticed how parts of his clothes were sticky.

Hector hadn’t been expecting her to get to her feet so quickly and saw her starting to sway on her feet. The worry that he had felt earlier started to compound when he realized how unsteady she was, especially when she started heading for the door. He wasn’t going to let her just walk away and try to find her way back to wherever she was staying in the state that she was in. He walked over to her and gently held onto her arm to keep her upright, keeping his touch light so she could pull away whenever she wanted to. He wanted to wrap his arm around her so that her could easily catch her if she tripped, but he didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable.

“Yeah, you’re always fine? Who are you trying to prove that to? Yourself or to me? I can clearly tell you aren’t fine.” He shook his head as he started helping her towards the door. “You can fine me for your bruises, but then maybe I should do the same thing for you.” He teased before looking over at her, concern reflecting in his eyes. “Let me walk you to wherever you’re staying for the night, I don’t want you to get hurt or for something to happen to you.”

Charlotte scoffed. She didn’t need him lecturing her. She spent enough time observing people and figuring out how to catch their attention to be a pretty good judge of character. This guy acted like a brute. And no amount of claims was going to change her mind. What kind of fakey fake sounding place was Ostia anyways?

She stared at him blankly for a moment before laughing and waving him off. “Right. Of course you are. And I’m the fucking princess of Nohr.” She countered. She could care less who he thought he was and how he thought she should treat him. She was tired and she could feel the headache coming on and he had lost her interest for now.

Charlotte’s progress to the door had been just fine until somebody grabbed on to her. Instinctively, she shrugged them off. “You don’t just grab a lady.” She snapped, turning around to find none other than the Fake Lord. Charlottte scoffed and resumed walking again. Whatever. Fake or not he’d get tired of her attitude soon enough and then it wouldn’t matter. Men didn’t like girls like her.

“I don’t owe you anything! I didn’t ask for your fake backstory, you just dumped that on me. Not my fault you don’t know how to bargain.”

She threw her arms up in the air but kept walking. If he wanted to follow her like some lost puppy, she didn’t care enough to stop him. It seemed like a waste of time in her opinion. Benny had always made it clear he thought she could take care of herself no matter what.