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Townsends || ғιѕн pιe! - ғrencн cooĸιng ιn тнe 17тн cenтυry
On the Field where truths are laid bare ||Closed||
her0icmismatched :
Doing his best to keep the enemy away from him, Frederick would sweep his axe to and fro, either knocking enemies aside, or chopping them like wood for a fire. Despite the knight’s efforts, he was a man, and he was getting tired, and the bandits had no shortage of expendable lives.
Knocked back by a hammer, he tried to keep his balance, standing right on the cliffedge with the ravine below. He would stand his ground, keep his feet planted, using his armored arm to shield himself from the rain of arrows, until that familiar voice caught his attention. Cherche had taken to the field, she was coming for him. “No! No Cherche! Fly back!” No time for honorifics or titles, the arrows were coming, they were the bane of any flier.
He made a desperate rush back into the hordes of enemies, trying to direct the chevalier away from the archers, but it was too late, he could only watch as Cherche was struck by the arrows and her wyvern was sent careening into the rapids. He had no choice, part of Frederick knew there was no way he could pull both Minerva and Cherche from the river, but now was not the time to question what he could do with his strength, right now, he was diving into the river, in heavy riding armor, because he had to.
“Poor fools gone mad! Let him drown with the wench I say!” He heard one of the bandits shout as he was chased to the cliff.
He abandoned his axe, no way he could carry that and stay afloat with his already heavy armor. He jumped in, letting the river current take him as he fought against it, searching for that familiar dark wyvern and rose hair.
Minerva writhes and contorts, her wings much too damaged to take flight. Cherche struggles to hold on, her arms clung around the Wyvern’s neck, clutching one of the spiked appendages but each and every movement causes immense pain. The gnarled arrow had embedded itself just below her shoulder blade with nearly half of the shaft protruding. Her rose mane whipped against the wind as the sound of rushing waters filled her ears.
“H-Hang on, Minerva...” She tightens her grip upon her beloved companion, legs hooked into the stirrup of her saddle, reins wrapped around her palms and braces herself. Just before they hit the water, Cherche glances behind her and catches the glint of blue and silver armour some paces away before frigid waters nip at her flesh and engulfs the pair. The impact knocks her around, flailing her like a ragdoll, but her vice-like grip upon the reins remain. Minerva’s cries echoes throughout the canyon as she struggles against the currents and slams against some protruding rocks, and even then, the wyvern shields her rider against the collision and takes the brunt of it all.
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On the Field where truths are laid bare ||Closed||
her0icmismatched :
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If diplomatic journeys to Valm led to bloody battles with endless hordes of bandits, Frederick was going to try and convince Chrom to make less journeys out this way and insist the leaders of Valm come to Ylisse instead.
But, if they didn’t come to Valm, it would limited the number of chances the knight would get to see the Rose of Rossane, Cherche, a fine knight, no one could do better than her. But no, now was not the time for thoughts about the wyvern master, now was the time for battle, and right now, it could go either way.
There were more of the enemy than expected, Robin having retreated to the rear in order to come up with a better strategy. For the moment, everyone else had been ordered to hold the line until Chrom and Robin emerged with another plan. Frederick taking to the field and smashing his way through rank upon rank of brigands with his mighty axe. The battle seemingly going in Frederick’s favor until he soon found himself surrounded and overwhelmed.
A magic explosion sent him and his warhorse flying and dismounting the knight near a cliff. His horse was injured, and Frederick was rattled, armor covered in dents and dirt, but he could not mount his horse with her injured, hopping with one hoof not touching the ground. “Go Isadora, fall back to Chrom, I will find you!” Frederick waved his horse off while the bandits came at him once more, pushing him further towards the edge, wild rapid rivers below.
“You think you can best me! I will prove you wrong!” Frederick challenged, taking up an axe and sweeping away the first wave of enemies, more soon followed, along with a hail of arrows.
The knight hoped that Robin had finished formulating a strategy, Frederick was not going to be able to rejoin Isadora if he didn’t get some kind of reinforcements soon.
After Walhart’s defeat, Valm was left in a state of complete and utter disarray. As the nobles returned, they began reconstructing their provinces and mustering materials and provisions for their citizens... however, bandits have been taking advantage of the chaos and raided villages and cities alike. Though grateful to Prince Chrom and the Shepherds for their assistance, both Virion and Cherche needed to aid their people. They had spent the last few months tracking down the refugees, gathering and distributing supplies, and fending their people from the brigands - no small feat. Even so, they had a long way to go.
The Rossanians were wary and furious at their lord for his apparent cowardice and abandonment, but they held their tongues and suppressed their anger in the Chevalier’s presence. Cherche was their beloved champion and saviour, afterall. They owed her their lives.
As the rider was making her daily rounds, a tumult of shouts and screams in the distance caught their attention. As they approached, the scent of of blood soaked earth permeated the area. The wretched stench of lost life clings onto every aching bough, wrapped around branches and fauna. The warrioress’ eyes notably widened as she recognizes the banner. Cherche firmly grips Minerva’s reins and guides them towards the thick of battle - towards the explosion that had just occurred. Her gaze fell upon a familiar sight - a lone soldier fending off against an entire squadron at the edge of the cliff.
“Sir Frederick!” She calls to him as Minerva descends upon them, knocking the assailants away and hurling a few off of the cliffside with a sweep of her mighty tail. As she hovered closer to the fellow knight, Cherche would extend a single gloved hand towards him. Just as they were about to make contact, a volley of arrows cut through the air and rained upon them. A single arrow pierces her exposed back whilst several embedded themselves into her mount. Minerva’s releases a pained screech as both wyvern and rider tumble off the precipice towards the rapids below.
CHRISTMAS / WINTER THEMED MEME .
send a symbol from your muse to mine. feel free to combine actions or add specifics even when it doesn’t ask for it . add ‘ ↪ ‘ for a reverse of my muse to yours .
HOLIDAY :
🎁 / our muses exchange gifts to one another . ( can specify . )
🍞 / to invite my muse to a holiday dinner with their family .
🎅 / help my muse gift wrap a present . ( can specify for who )
🔌 / help hang lights or decorate with my muse .
🎄 / decorate and help my muse with a christmas tree .
🌿 / our muses catch themselves under a mistletoe .
WEATHER :
☃️ / build a snowman with my muse .
❄️ / play in the snow with my muse . ( can specify . )
💨 / our muses are trapped inside a cabin during a snow storm .
🐾 / our muses find footprints in the snow and follow them .
✨ / our muses watch the northern lights together .
🌲 / my muse helps yours cut down a christmas tree .
🔥 / help my muse get firewood and build a fire .
NICE :
👀 / my muses reaction to finding out your muse is their secret santa .
😷 / help and aid my muse while their sick .
🍵 / our muses share a cup of hot coco .
💑 / propose or ask my muse to be their girl / boyfriend . ( specify which . )
$ / offer my muse money through a hard time .
🎭 / invite my muse to a christmas / winter masquerade .
NAUGHTY :
💋 / give my muse a hot steamy kiss .
👗 / my muse dresses up as a sexy santa for your muse .
👅 / my muse licks your muse .
🍷 / my muse stops your muse from coming onto them while being drunk .
🏃 / catch my muse stealing valuable’s from your muses family during a family holiday dinner
Good Luck Team Cherche! We’re going to need it.
cherche praying to the gods for a safe battle
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The rider tended to rise earlier than most; a habit that formed the moment she swore fealty to House Virion - before then even. As she exited her tent, Cherche stifled a yawn and tasted the crisp morning air on her tongue.
Winter had descended upon the continent, sweeping over it slowly in a sea of white, crimson, and gold. It was a fine season and Ylisse’s temperate climates were pleasant compared to Rosanne’s bitter winters - it was also the opportune season to cook and share her favourite recipes with her fellow comrades. Minerva, however, did not share her love of the season. Being cold-blooded tended to do that.
And so, Cherche had spent the past couple of days knitting a hefty and lengthy scarf for her beloved wyvern, hoping to make the season a more pleasurable experience for her... or, at the very least, bearable.
She walked briskly, with purpose, towards the stables. Her massive undertakings piled neatly in her arms.
“Good morning,” she cooed quietly as she approached, hoping not to disturb any of the other animals. “I brought something for you,” a dulcet smile graces her lips as she began wrapping the scarf around the neck of her scaled companion.
{ @gezelligheiid / Xander }
Death permeates here as a lonely corpse; rotting, decrepit, barren of all spoken word. Such concepts are not unknown, for there can be little without extinction, without chaos. Beginnings must have endings, just as endings must have beginnings. But this... this stench rings hollowly between her ears, ringing coldly like the morbid whispers of imprisoned gods.
War never changes. This realm was no different.
She halted her wyvern’s advance as the remaining Nohrian forces prepared their tents and fires for the evening, her magenta orbs fixed upon the ebony steed and its rider. The dents and tears in the crown prince’s armour and clothing spoke volumes in regards to just how far the conflict had progressed. Though he never voiced any formal complaints, Amoretta could tell that this war had taken its toll upon him by the stiff slope of his shoulders and subtle jut of his gait as he guided his mount towards the riverbank to partake.
“... Are you wounded, m’lord?” She inquired, in lieu of greetings. “I was once a cleric and still retain much of my healing abilities should require tending to.”
❀ Floral Expressions ❀
Send my muse some flowers to convey your muse’s feelings towards them!
Acacia Blossom– Concealed Love Alstroemeria– Friendship Ambrosia– Your Love is Reciprocated Amaryllis– Splendid Beauty Anemone– Forsaken, Fading Hope Azalea– Take Care of Yourself for Me Bird of Paradise– Joyfulness Begonia– Beware Bells of Ireland– Good Luck Bouquet of Withered Flowers– Rejected Love Camellia General– Admiration Camellia Pink– Longing for You Camellia White– You’re Adorable Candy Tuft– Indifference Carnation Pink– I’ll Never Forget You Carnation Red– My Heart Aches for You Carnation Yellow– Disdain, Rejection or Dissapointment Chrysanthemum General– You’re a Wonderful Friend Chrysanthemum White– Loyal Love Chrysanthemum Yellow– Slighted Love Cyclamen– Resignation, Good-bye Daffodil– Rebirth, New Beginnings Daisy– Innocence, Purity Dandelion– Faithfulness Dead Leaves– Sadness Fern Maidenhair– Secret Bond of Love Forget-Me-Not– Memories, Remember Me Always Gardenia– Secret Love Geranium– Stupidity, Folly Gladiolus– Strength of Character, Honor Gloxinia– Love at First Sight Grass– Submission Hyacinth Purple– I Am Sorry, Please Forgive Me, Sorrow Hyacinth Yellow– Jealousy Iris Yellow– Passion Iris Blue– Faith, Hope Jonquil– Love Me, Desire for Affection Returned Lilly Calla– Beauty Lilly Orange– Hatred Lilly-Of-The-Valley– Sweetness, Return to Happiness, You’ve Made My Life Complete Marigold– Cruelty Mistletoe– Kiss Me, Affection Morning Glory Red– Attachment Nightshade (Deadly) Belladonna– Silence, Falsehood, Orange Mock– Deciet Orchid– Exotic Beauty, Proud and Glorious Femininity Peony– Bashfulness, Compassion, Shame Petunia– Resentment, Anger Pine– Pity Primrose– I Can’t Live Without You Rose Dark Crimson– Mourning Rose Dark Pink– Thankfulness Rose Orange– Fascination Rose Red– Love, Respect Rose Yellow– Joy, Friendship Spider Flower– Elope With Me Sunflower– Pure Thoughts, Adoration, Warmth Sweet-Pea– Departure, Good-bye, Thank You for A Lovely Time Tulip Red– Declaration of Love Tulip Variegated– Beautiful Eyes Tulip Yellow– There’s Sunshine in Your Smile Violet Blue– Watchfulness, Faithfulness, I’ll Always Be True Violet White– Let’s Take a Chance on Happiness Viscaria– Will You Dance With Me?
;_; Awww, gods.
Out of Axes - - -
Will be on and off today running errands, buying last minute gifts, and preparing for my trip to South Korea, Vietnam, and Thailand on the 28th - needless to say, responses will be slow and highly dependent on my muse at the moment.
Will be getting through short replies a lot quicker, but I need time to work on longer drafts. Sorry for the wait, just a bit burnt out from my exams - but on that note, I’ve passed all seven of them! In any case, I’ll be reblogging some memes, so feel free to send them my way! Mutuals only, as always.
her0icmismatched :
She was just as organized as him, if one were to make Cherche search her cupboard blindfolded, Frederick was sure Cherche would still be able to find every implement and tool she needed. Truly, in many ways, the two were similar in many ways. At her question about riding aback a wyvern, however.
“I cannot say it is something I have done, I was afraid my armor might make me too heavy for a wyvern to glide properly.” And yet, a horse was able to support his armor’s weight just fine.
But then, a horse was on the ground already, where as if a wyvern or pegusi needed to glide, having a man in a one ton suit of armor on the beast’s back would definitely affect wind resistance, let alone getting the creature off the ground first.
“Would Minerva even approve of having anyone other than yourself on her back?”
Before the rider could utter a single word, the wyvern’s spiked appendages bristles as she straightens her spine, chest swelling with hubris as Minerva screeches her own response. This prompts a soft chuckle from the dame.
“Minerva begs to differ - in fact, she welcomes a challenge and would not be opposed to allowing you to ride with me. What say you, Sir Frederick?”
❣️ (with Frederick of course xD)
SEND ❣️ TO CATCH MY MUSE UNDER A MISTLETOE! {Accepting}
Before there could be utterance of protest or time for his apparent surprise to pass, gloved digits gently grasps his jaw. She guides him downward from where he stood, leaning up with fluidity and grace. Though brief was the contact, vibrant warmth meets cold lips.
She was hardly apologetic as she pulls away.
“For tradition sake.” A half-truth. The Chevalier relished in his flustered response - or rather, lack of, due to his sudden loss for words.
frederick wearing cherche’s lace hairband
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