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#♕;; Florence Vassy: petite Hungarian English woman #((NEVER LOSE YOUR HEART USE YOUR HEAD))#((BETTER LEARN TO GO IT ALONE/RECOGNIZE YOU'RE OUT ON YOUR OWN/NOBODY'S ON NOBODY'S SIDE))

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#♕:: off the chess board ⁽ᵒᵒᶜ⁾#((florence vassy from chess))

fuckyeahstvincent

#♕;; Florence Vassy: petite Hungarian English woman

rosenblad1

#♟;; wardrobe

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before. Care for a game?” Florence said amicably, gesturing to the practice tables already set up.

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#♕;; Florence Vassy: petite Hungarian English woman

@the-fires-dead clicked the ❤

“Freddie, you’re going to be late for the press conference,” Florence said, walking back into the main room of their latest suite. The opulence of the room provided many comforts, but it wouldn’t shield them from the backlash if Freddie kept giving the press the impression that he was ignoring them.

#thefiresdead #the fires dead

the-fires-dead

🍳 (florence, freddie)

breakfast time

It was still entirely too early to be awake, at least in his mind (before he’d started playing, Freddie was unsure that five in the morning was even a time) but there he was, the floor damn near radiating cold through his shoes as he stood in front of the mirror tying and retying the tie around his neck before abandoning it completely.

“Florence?” he called, his voice still hoarse with sleep as he struggled into a sweater and meticulously smoothed the shirt collar’s points down. “Where did you wanna eat? I don’t think the kitchen’s open yet.”

nobodysxside

the-fires-dead:

“I’ll try again today. You know how things get to me.” He sighed, blowing an errant strand of hair from his face and trying a smile. For the past few days he’d been skipping meals entirely, aside from scraps pilfered from someone else’s plate, because something had put him off eating completely. It wasn’t nerves (he knew he had this match in the bag), so what was it?

Freddie resigned himself to letting Florence get him in order once again, fighting back the unpleasant tingling in his fingertips that usually happened when someone was too close or touching him.

“Do we know the schedule for the day, or is it late again?”

“I do know,” Florence said, trying to keep her voice from carrying the other times they’d had this conversation over the years. It wasn’t like he didn’t try to take care of himself, despite how it felt sometimes. At the same time, she wished he would try a little harder to make sure that he at least was eating more than what she let him steal off of her own plate.

“There,” she said softly as she finished brushing the last of the few tangles from his hair. She quickly mussed it up to the casual look of disaffectedness Freddie liked to project before removing her hands fully from his person.

“It’s late. As usual. Why do you even keep Walter if he can’t get something as simple as a schedule to us on time?”

#thefiresdead

the-fires-dead

🍳 (florence, freddie)

breakfast time

It was still entirely too early to be awake, at least in his mind (before he’d started playing, Freddie was unsure that five in the morning was even a time) but there he was, the floor damn near radiating cold through his shoes as he stood in front of the mirror tying and retying the tie around his neck before abandoning it completely.

“Florence?” he called, his voice still hoarse with sleep as he struggled into a sweater and meticulously smoothed the shirt collar’s points down. “Where did you wanna eat? I don’t think the kitchen’s open yet.”

nobodysxside

the-fires-dead:

“Mm.” Freddie gave an inelegant shrug, rubbing at an eye with one hand while trying to put his hair back in some semblance of order with the other. He wasn’t the best of conversationalists even when he was awake, so it was a wonder speech even happened this shortly after getting up. Still, it wasn’t an awful thing that Florence was the only one awake most times; he’d prefer her over his agent any day.

“As long as it’s quiet and has coffee, I’ll make do. I don’t think I can deal with being cooped up in the suite and eating the same thing I’ve had for the past week.”

“I think I can probably manage to find you coffee at a café,” Florence said with a small chuckle.

Crossing her way from the door over to Freddie, she grabbed a brush from on top of his dresser. She gestured towards him with it before placing it gently against his scalp to try and achieve what so far his hands had not quite managed on their own.

“You’ve got to have something more than just coffee for breakfast,” she said, matter-of-fact. It was going on three days that he skipped having something other than food stolen off of her plate for his morning meal. If he ate regularly during the rest of the day, it wouldn’t be as much of an issue, but…..

#thefiresdead

the-fires-dead

🍳 (florence, freddie)

breakfast time

It was still entirely too early to be awake, at least in his mind (before he’d started playing, Freddie was unsure that five in the morning was even a time) but there he was, the floor damn near radiating cold through his shoes as he stood in front of the mirror tying and retying the tie around his neck before abandoning it completely.

“Florence?” he called, his voice still hoarse with sleep as he struggled into a sweater and meticulously smoothed the shirt collar’s points down. “Where did you wanna eat? I don’t think the kitchen’s open yet.”

nobodysxside

Florence had been up for around half an hour already. She had taken a cup of tea in an unoccupied room of the suite and reviewed the plans for the day while her brain woke up a little. She had learned early enough on that Freddie was not the best company when he first woke up. So she kept largely to herself until he was ready to be at least social with her, if not social with the general public.

“I don’t know,” she called as she walked to the doorway. “I think there was a small café near the venue we could explore. Unless you had something else in mind?”

#thefiresdead