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THIS IS AN INDEPENDENT BLOG FOR SYLVIE FRASER, AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER BY BLYTHE ( 25, SHE / HER, MST ). please read my rules before interacting. universe multi sideblog to be created. this blog is 21+. THIS BLOG USES THE BETA EDITOR.
“ so, how about that meeting, huh? ” she crosses her arms over her chest, head turning to look at @brutforce as they make their way back to their desks. she'd been handlers for pretty much everyone before, just not him. funny how that worked out. did jong - soo find out? turns out her boss might like her more than she thought. “ think you can handle me as your handler? get it? ” sylvie grins, gently elbowing his side. “ must be a pretty intense mission if they want the two of us working together. ”
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ㅤ“ I have a secret that I must tell you. ” Gregor wore a fine smile as they walked, as they so often did these days, through their familiar field of wildflowers. He clasped a small bunch of them in his hand, which he had been picking as they walked along. For her, of course. As always. Lightly, that smile begging to turn into something more of a grin: “ A devastating one, in fact. You must swear to me that you shall never tell another soul. ”
sylvie was so happy this place was so familiar to them now. once upon a time, she thought she might never return here again. how lucky she felt that she got to come here often, and come here with him. her beloved. “ a devastating secret? oh, i must know. ” she grins, turning to face him and stopping in her tracks. “ oh, okay. i shall never tell another soul. you have my word, ser knight. ”
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ㅤGregor hummed an affirmative when she asked what he'd said. He would have continued to lie there with his eyes closed, comfortable, if he'd not felt her shift beneath him. Blinking a few times, he offered her a sleepy smile, and pushed himself upward slightly so that he could kiss her. “ Sorry I've made you cry, ” he laughed gently. “ I'll keep it to myself next time, shall I? ”
ㅤHe spent a moment looking at her, weight resting on his forearm all the while. Tired as he was, Gregor could have happily wasted away an hour or two just looking at her like this. If only exhaustion didn't have other plans. The loving gazing would have to come later; for now, he was content enough to kiss her again, soft and lingering, before he settled back down against her. It was getting harder and harder to stay awake, but at least he managed:
ㅤ“ And for what it's worth -- you make me really, really happy too. ”
" no, it's okay. please, please share. especially if it's something like that. " she laughs with him, but it tapers off into a soft hum as sylvie pulls him close once more. cheek is nestled into his hair, arms wrapped around his neck and she's never been more comfortable. he loves her. she loves him. she doesn't think she's ever been so giddy, even though sleep threatens to overtake her at any moment.
sylvie turns her head and presses a kiss to the top of his head, sighing as eyes finally drift to a close. " i'll make breakfast for us tomorrow, hm? and we can eat here. i don't want to go too far from you, at least for right now. if you're going to steal my heart like that, it's the least you can do. "
ㅤ“ Mm, I don't think so -- ” Gregor had barely gotten his quip in before she kissed him, and he was content to shut up so that she could have her fill. Or maybe so that he could have his. These days, he wasn't really sure it mattered, wasn't sure there was a difference; they were terrible, so long as they were in the privacy of their own home, and neither of them seemed to be able to get enough of the other. He could live with it -- but God help anyone who had to deal with them on their honeymoon.
ㅤIt was a short while before a grin crept across Gregor's lips. It made kissing rather difficult, in the end, though not for a lack of trying. At least he had no problem with filling the space with more talk, as he took her hand again and placed it upon his chest, over his heart.
ㅤ“ See, what did I tell you? Racing. ”
" aw, babe, do you like me or something? " truthfully, she loves it. she loves to know the effect she has on him, especially when he has the exact same one on her. with her hand on his chest, fingers curled softly into his shirt, she kisses him again. it's short - lived, however, because she can't stop smiling. " god, i love you. maybe we should get married, or something. " a bright laugh, followed by another kiss.
forty - one days was far too long of a time. she looked at her dress in her closet every day, she saw what gregor planned on wearing hanging in his closet every day and it was just a reminder of how slow time was passing. sylvie hums softly, wrapping her arms around gregor and pressing her cheek to his chest. " did i tell you my dad called today? asked if we want them to help with anything other than the cake. i told him i'd ask you. "
ㅤ“ I attended this ball for my friend, Queen Morwen. ” Gregor's tone was gentle enough, though there was, perhaps, something of a warning in his words. Court life did not agree with Sylvie Fraser, that much was evident, but it was Gregor's whole world. Where she saw duplicitous or needy noblewomen, he saw the people that he owed his life to. His parents' comfort, Tom's success as a merchant. There were, of course, those at court who Gregor preferred to avoid, but this was true of everywhere.
ㅤ“ I do not care for the likes of Lady Hartley, ” he said plainly. He respected Sylvie enough to be honest about that. “ And, indeed, there are many at court who are perhaps kind to my face and gossip and giggle about my common roots behind my back. They are subtler with myself than you, for whatever reason that may be, and I should prefer not to waste time on such people. ” They would, however, always chase after the Queen's favoured knight. Anything for an advantage.
ㅤ“ Lady Stadler, however... ” He glanced Sylvie's way, rather than where they were walking, and offered something of a sorry smile. “ I find it difficult to disappoint a woman whose only surviving children have long since joined their husbands in Antiva's court, and whose own husband cares more for hunting than her company. Even if there are others who I would much rather share a dance with in her stead. ”
ㅤGregor shrugged his shoulders. Court was what it was. It was the only life he knew. “ I do prefer the company of other lowborn knights. There are a few banns who were raised to nobility after the Inquisition sealed the Breach, but were once as common as you or me. I spend time with them where I am able. I dance. Can it truly be so bad if there is dancing? ”
the more he spoke, the more sylvie realized how little she understood of the people she’d made an acquaintance with over the past few months. her suspicions about lady hartley and her cohorts were correct, it would seem, but she’d woefully misunderstood lady stadler and her intentions, so much so that it makes her outwardly cringe. perhaps she’d spent so much time loathing everyone in the courts of denerim that she assumed them all to be the same. she’d apologize to lady stadler on a different day, after she’d perhaps forgotten that the common - born girl had stolen her dance partner away for a selfish reason that she didn’t actually follow through on.
“ i suppose not. ” she doesn’t look at gregor as she says this — instead, hands keep his capelet drawn around her shoulders, and gaze trained on the stone path that they follow back to her quarters. these events are probably much more tolerable when there are friends to share it with. being alone, waiting for his time to be spared while watching men and women she’d come to detest whisper in their group, glancing over at her occasionally when she was brought up was hardly her idea of a good time. it’s at that time a thought enters her head, one she voices almost instantly. “ do you ever wonder what might have happened if you stayed in highever? if you were never a knight. what do you suppose you would do? ” she’d had this thought many times — she supposed she’d become a baker. perhaps a potter. she wondered if she’d hold the same affection for him that she does now — she hopes she would. finally, she looks over at him, a soft smile on her face. “ i wonder if we would still be friends. ”
ㅤ“ I dunno. Hotel, probably. I assume Clara'll be sorting things. She's good like that. ” A happy smile soon lit up Gregor's face again. He was excited to see them. Clara's work had brought her to London a couple of times but not near enough for his liking, and he'd only gotten to Leeds the once since he'd moved. Work stuff, no time for visiting, just a trip to Elland Road -- weird, without Lachlan -- and back down London again. It would be nice to see them both for a while, to catch up, and finally have Suzanne meet Sylvie.
ㅤ“ I'll call later, shall I? ” he asked, though evidently he was only half-thinking about this particular conversation. His eyes had fallen to her lips again, as they were wont to do these days, and he had other things on his mind. “ Hmm, forty-one days really is a long time, isn't it? Might even say too long. Does it feel like time's going slower to you too? ”
“ i think so too. i think we should have been married months ago, but apparently planning is a big part of this whole thing. and scheduling. pesky, if you ask me. ” she notices where he’s looking, and all too happily kisses him — something quick, but sweet.
forty - one days felt like a long time to be mrs. fraser - baird, almost entirely too long. she was happy to know he felt the same. it still felt surreal, finding someone who wanted to be with her as much as she wanted to be with him. she was happy it was gregor in the end. “ have i mentioned that i can’t wait to marry you? because i can’t. i’m really, really excited. ” and with that, she’s kissing him again.
ㅤ“ Forever? Alright. ” Gregor would have kissed her but the angle was slightly awkward, which was deeply irritating to him. He settled for playing quite idly and quite happily with her hair, trailing fingers through the strands and smiling contentedly. “ Left my phone in my trousers and it's too far to go get now, so I can't call work and tell them I'll not be coming in anymore. I guess Macie'll have to come and check we aren't dead or something, break in. Should've given them a key, in hindsight. ”
ㅤHe laughed softly, then settled again, perfectly content to stay here for a good while longer. After a few moments, he piped up -- “ Oh. What time is it, actually? ” The previously mentioned phone was in the trousers that were currently draped over one of their kitchen chairs. He had no interest in disturbing how comfortable he was to go and get it, either. “ We could watch this in bed. Maybe. I don't wanna fall asleep here but also I still don't wanna move. Gosh, life is so hard! ”
" we could watch this in bed. forever in bed sounds better than forever on the couch, if you ask me. " she grins, head tilting down to press a kiss to his chest. " if we were in bed forever, we wouldn't have to worry about the time either. pretty nifty, hm? "
she sighs and pushes herself up — much to her and gregor's chagrin — and stands up, hand stretched out to him. " come on, then. we can check the time and watch this in bed. maybe we can find an old rerun of countryfile after it's over. doesn't sound too bad now, does it? "
ㅤGregor was sure that he'd have a few more opportunities to let Sylvie know how good she looked. Especially over the weekend, as he was struggling to remember a time where she didn't look good. At the pub after a long day's work, this morning with her hair in a mess, right now in his jumper. But they were talking about bakeries and wines and he should probably concentrate on the matter at hand; something told him there'd be plenty of time for all this later.
ㅤ“ Yeah, I'm good. Hey, I'll chip in for all this stuff, if you want. I don't mind -- buying the wine or whatever, the stuff from the bakery. Least I can do, eh? After I invited myself along and everything. I mean... ” And he grinned now. “ Unless that kiss was part of a whole master plan to give you an excuse to host someone. It was, wasn't it? You can be honest with me. ”
" jeez, i guess you caught me. " she shrugs, but the big grin on her face gives away everything. she's glad they can still joke together. " i'm just bored and lonely and wanted to show someone my apartment. my ruse is up, i guess. " sylvie hopes he'll ignore how pink her cheeks are at this time — but she knows him better than that. maybe he'll find it endearing.
" you wanna get the wine, then? i'll let you pick it out and everything. just because i'm that nice. " and because i like being with you. and doing things with you. and holding your hand. and sleeping in the same bed as you. " and i'll get the bakery stuff. then get ready for the best dinner of your life tonight and the best breakfast of your life tomorrow morning. deal? "
ㅤGregor allowed himself to be led to her bedroom, far too tired to say anything against it and not particularly in the mood anyway. It was slow going, getting himself undressed, namely due to the fact that he could barely take his trousers off without feeling like he was going to fall over. But he persisted and, in the end, was victorious in his goals. The trousers were left in a heap on the floor, promptly joined by his shirt. It was around then that he decided he really couldn't be bothered with his pyjamas, and opted to crawl onto the bed with Sylvie in his little boxer shorts and his undershirt.
ㅤ“ Can I have a kiss? ” he asked, holding himself over her on hands and knees just long enough for her to oblige him. Only then did he settle down, lying more or less on top of her with a very heavy and very, very tired sigh. Head tucked into her neck, he let out a quiet hum.
ㅤPrecious few people made him feel the way that Sylvie did. Half-drifting into sleep, now, his mind had decided to remind him of this. How long had he known her now? A year? A little over? Had it really taken him so long to realise the extent of his feelings for her? Better late than never. He tilted his head up slightly, pressed a gentle kiss under her jaw. And then, almost casually, eyes closed and fingers tracing circles across her arm: “ I love you. I'm really glad we met, despite everything else. ”
her pajamas for the night ( or morning? she didn't even want to look at what time it was ) was a tshirt he'd left behind at some point. when they finally got into bed, she had to resist the urge to fall asleep right then and there. she hums happily as he kisses her, arms wrapping around his neck and cheek snuggling into locks of blond hair. she'd almost drifted off, but then he speaks: i love you.
" what did you say? did you say you love me? " eyes pop open and she looks down at him. she doesn't know if she's happy that someone like him loves her or if she's just exhausted — either way, she feels her eyes start to sting with tears. " i love you too. " sylvie moves her head to kiss his temple, then cheek rests against his hair again. " you make me really, really happy. i didn't think i could ever be this happy again, but . . . christ, look what you're doing to me. " a sniffle, and she laughs. " anyway. i love you too. is the point of that. "
ㅤI never thought I'd see you again. The words caused such a pained ache in Gregor's chest. He could still remember how he had felt, watching the ship carrying Sylvie to her doom sail away from Denerim's port. He had been so angry. His heart had been in pieces. And he had shown none of it, stood beside not only Prince Balfour but a handful of other noblemen, keen-eyed and desperate to prove Gregor's treacherous nature. It had been his mother who had seen the worst of his grief, which he had been determined to drown at the Seawolf.
ㅤBut that was long past, and could even perhaps, if he was lucky, be forgotten now that Sylvie had returned. To Denerim, to him. And the way she spoke to him -- my knight of flowers -- made his heart leap in his chest. Such fools they had been. Such ridiculous, silly fools, believing they had any time in this world at all to dance around all of this.
ㅤOf course, he remained a fool now. Albeit a slight bit less of one.
ㅤ“ I need no words to understand your feelings; they are my very own, ” he smiled. Perhaps he should have kissed her then, though Gregor only kissed her cheek, in the end, as he wound his arms around her and embraced her once more. There were no words either for the feeling of her in his arms again, alive and safe and Sylvie. So glad was he, Gregor lifted her from her feet momentarily, laughing all the while, and squeezed her before he set her down again. He did not let her go.
ㅤ“ I thought all of the joy in my world had left with you, never to return, ” he murmured into her shoulder. “ I thought I should never have cause to smile again. ”
he kisses her cheek again — though this time, it doesn't feel like a tease as it had that first time in the meadow. sylvie finds relief in this, even laughs as he lifts her from the ground and arms tighten around him once more. the longer she's in his arms, the safer she feels. all that turmoil she had inside was over. she was safe. she was with him.
" then i shall be happy to be the cause of your smile. and happy to be with you. " she can't pull away — she doesn't want to pull away. her heart is pounding in her chest, and she wants nothing more than to melt away into him. her knight of flowers. " there is so much i want to tell you. so much i need to tell you. i don't know where to begin or where i will find the time. " finally, she pulls back to look at him, and she feels her heart leap into her throat. she's sure her expression mirrors his, one that screams how happy and relieved the other must be feeling.
oh gregor . . . she thinks, hand reaching up to cup his cheek. all she wants to do is kiss him. it's all she's been able to think about whenever she's thought of him on her travels. why she didn't do anything about the very obvious feelings the two harbored for each other, she didn't know — and looking back on it now, it felt rather silly not to. what was stopping her from doing this now? no fear of death. no fear of judgement. all that was in the world was him and her.
finally, she goes for it — lips slightly parted, ready to take his in a kiss — but it doesn't happen. milliseconds before they actually touch, a door cracks open, squeaking rather loudly. how convenient, sylvie thinks. that we chose the room with the loudest door in the castle. she turns her head to look at who interrupted them, eyes casting daggers. whoever interrupted them better have a good excuse.
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ㅤ“ Oh? ” Cue the furrowed brow, some put-on awkwardness, as if he had something to say that he didn't know how to break to her. As it turned out, Gregor Baird didn't stop being a complete and utter idiot, even at a time like this. “ I was gonna -- I was just about to stop and leave, actually. ” He even took his hand from her thigh, gesturing back over his shoulder, off toward the door, with his thumb. That stupid smile of his was, naturally, soon back on his face.
ㅤThere were, perhaps, more stupid things to be said. I could probably still catch the train if I go now, all those kinds of silly jokes. But it turned out that it was quite hard to say no to Sylvie Fraser when she asked to be touched and kissed and lots and lots of it. His stupid smile softened, turned into something else. As he kissed her again, he relaxed against her, touch firm as his hand returned to her thigh. Slowly did it move upwards, leisurely and appreciatively, until it settled at her backside, fingers digging into the fabric of her trousers. Her trousers. His current nemesis.
ㅤGregor broke the kiss again to glance down, some growl of exaggerated irritation bubbling forth from the back of his throat. There was still a lightness in this feigned outrage when he asked, “ Why are you wearing so many clothes? ” A very important question. Gregor looked back to her with raised brows, wide eyes and the kind of expression that said well, come on, explain yourself.
ㅤ“ No, this won't do at all, ” was murmured shortly before kissing her again. Briefly, of course, for soon he was sitting back a little to help her in taking her jumper off. His own was quickly discarded afterwards, but he was too impatient with his polo. Awful, awful thing -- all black and boring, and, unforgivably at this moment in time, with the most fiddly and unfit for purpose buttons any shirt had ever had. He was laughing as he struggled to undo them, into another of those hungry kisses.
as gregor struggled with the buttons on his polo, sylvie appeared to forget how to take her trousers off. the buttons were easy enough, but she had apparently forgotten how hard to was to kick them off when someone was on top of her. finally, they're kicked to the floor, and she's happy to have more of those hungry kisses he's giving her.
" now that's better. don't you think? " she asks, all breathy and blushy. she'd never seen him in so little before, but on the other hand he'd never seen her in so little either. sylvie pulls him back down to continue kissing him, hands pressing into his bare back and pulling his body closer to hers. it's hard to ignore how fast her heart is beating, or how much she likes this. the last time she had someone in bed with her, she couldn't wait for it to be over. she regretted it the second it started. now? she couldn't get enough. she wanted him, and desperately.
fingers dance at the waistband of his pants, pulling back and grinning. " you're quite good at this whole thing. can't believe you've been holding out on me, gregor. " she can't help but laugh, but it's soon quelled as she pulls him into another kiss.
ㅤ“ Good, ” he said quietly, and he meant it. Slowly, his hand trailed down her back, and eventually he settled his arm around her waist. Every little movement was exhausting. Gregor wasn't looking forward to packing or travelling or really even just getting out of bed tomorrow, but that was ages away yet. For the time being, he and Sylvie could simply lay here together. Sleep would overtake them if it wanted to.
ㅤ“ I missed this, ” he sighed. The last few weeks had been torture, with Sylvie so close but still unable to be held in his arms like he so badly wanted. Of course he'd take the opportunity now, even if it made him ache. “ You feel really nice. Wouldn't mind being stuck here forever. ” He was drifting a little now, though trying not to. Part of him, tired as he was, wanted to make the most of being with her again. “ I think... hm. ” He didn't get to finish that particular thought, in the end.
she was struggling to stay awake. for the first time in months, she was back in their bed, finally with him. it had been over a year since she'd slept alone — to be forced to was more than she wanted to deal with. " you think what? " sylvie murmurs, eyes still shut, thumb running over his torso. the gentle rise and fall of his chest is comforting, the warmth radiating from him and the way he smells only adds to it. she missed him so much.
" let's stay here then. forever. " she says again, quieter this time. " i love you. i always will, i think. " sylvie opens her eyes, looking back up at gregor with sleepy eyes and an equally sleepy smile. " and i'm really glad you're home. " she's quick to settle back on his chest, eyes closing and drifting into sleep shortly after.
ㅤ“ Mm, I remember a lot of dead plants and Sylvie being the one to blame. ” He was grinning, naturally. Gregor had his hands on his hips and had taken it upon himself to wander up and down the length of his rather short room at this point. Nerves, perhaps. Something to do with Sylvie being in his space and how strange something that had once been so familiar now felt. He stopped at a bright orange bloom on the other side of the room to her and traced his fingers over the petals.
ㅤWhat should he say? Everything that came to mind felt like the wrong thing. Everything was overstepping, too vulnerable, asking too much of her.
ㅤ“ I got them for you, actually, the lilies, ” he said, unsure of if the words had actually left his lips or simply remained one of those many thoughts rattling around his brain. If Gregor hadn't noticed Sylvie reacting -- a quick glance her way, from the corner of his eye -- then he might have assumed the latter. But here it was. “ I always meant to go back home. Turns out it's easy to get yourself lost in this galaxy if you don't pay attention, though. ”
she feels her heart stop. for me? she wants to say, but instead she focuses on how the lilies feel on her fingertips. sylvie thinks that if she looks at gregor right now, she might faint. finally, she digs the courage out of her gut and turns to look at him, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
" you coming back was always the highlight of my month. hell, my year. " it was so dead - end there without him, stuck working in some shop when all she wanted to do was sculpt. at least when he came by, she felt alive again — and then his visits became less frequent until they stopped altogether. it broke her heart — but she wouldn't tell him. she knew he knew he didn't come by often enough for her liking, it was no use to rub it in now. maybe later, though.
finally, hand falls from the flowers and hands rest against his bedside table before she leans against it. " but you kept them all this time? " she asks, head tilting slightly. she wants to kiss him. she won't, though. not yet. " consider me flattered. "
