#fraldariius

[jehannanmage]

in plain sight//felix&ewan

[ @fraldariius ]

Mission time, mission time, hm, hm, hm~  ♪

And this time... This time, he wasn't gonna muck it up. Humming to himself, the mage padded down the hallway alongside his Good Pal Felix the Surly. Ewan had him half sorted, he fancied, from the like... one occasion they’d been out together before - talk to him about swords n fighting n stuff and he was... somewhat receptive to chatting. Talk to him about anything else and... not quite so much. Maybe he was just introverted? That was fine, if so.

Wouldn't stop Ewan from cheerfully bludgeoning him with whatever thoughts crossed his mind, though. "This place is so cool! I bet it holds a tonne'a secrets, don't you think? It’d definitely make for a good hideout to tinker around in..." His left hand ghosted the wall as they walked, trying to commit the feel of the place to memory. The air tasted of mystery - and mystery, it turns out, smelled kinda musty, or Old.

"I bet my ol' mentor would appreciate it. He taught me a lot of what I know..." How was Saleh doing these days? Hopefully he'd found what he was looking for, and was back home in Caer Pelyn safe and sound. Ewan hadn’t gotten any letters back from him yet, but that was fine, Saleh was wise, and strong, he’d be just fine-

A sudden loud CLICK startled him from his musings and he turned back, staring owlishly first at Felix, and then at the wall behind him. The Moving wall behind him, it should be specified.

“Blazin’ infernos, wouldja look at that!” He hopped past the swordsman, head peering inside the secret room. Mysteries upon mysteries...! They technically weren't allowed to touch anything but... what the authorities didn't know, wouldn't hurt them, yeah? With a grin, he turned to Felix, bowed, and rose with an excited flourish. “Nobler gents first, I insist.”

[nobletoatea]

Tactical or Tactful? [Felix & Lorenz]

Arcadia starter for @fraldariius

Lorenz was the only man for this mission, really. Proof of that was the heated glare of Johanna boring into his back as he stormed out of the conference room.

“The people of Sreng have no history with me.” Lorenz was somewhat repeating himself, solidifying his own argument as he headed for the stables to saddle up his horse for his ride out to the main village of the Mug Ruith’s people. His horse, the only horse in all of Garreg Mach stables who truly loved him, nuzzled at him as he saddled up the bright white gelding. Twinkletoes, unfortunately. Lorenz wondered why some stablehand’s child had been allowed to name a wahorse, but it had stuck.

“If we can avoid bloodshed or even get these people on our side, it’ll be a huge advantage for us. It could even repair relations between them and the local Fodlan territories up here!” he told his horse. Lorenz patted his pockets to ensure he had his white handkerchief on him to wave for parley. Even if he had to lay down his weapons, he’d still be technically armed. He figured going in without an army was his best shot. He’d let everyone know quite loudly where he was going back at the informal roundtable.

Force was the way of his father, of the Empire. Lorenz was hoping for a better solution. A solution to break an old standoff of long dried blood.

[godsmercie]

faithfully cautious

Mercedes had well and truly learned her lesson about going at things on her own, or assuming she had any combat prowess at all- the battle with the sophis convinced her of that, considering the only weapons she had to her name were a singular spell and a broom of all things- hardly a weapon save for those in dire straits. So, when she heard about the Blue Lions’ exodus to nearby the Lake Teutates temple, she knew she had to visit- it was a temple of the Saints, and this was a rare opportunity to travel there and back safely- so long as she had a Lion with her, that was. Especially since Saint Indech was known for his wisdom- surely she could do with a little more of that.

She knew Felix wasn’t one for religion, and she knew he was likely still... annoyed with her for the stunt she pulled during Orientation with the bandits, and her calling him a brother of sorts, but she also trusted him most to be a companion in case of an ambush. Because, as much as she loved Sylvain, he wasn’t as aware of his environment as Felix was, and he certainly wasn’t as good with a lance as Felix was with a sword. So, she approaches him shortly after the Lions received their orders, bowing her head slightly.

“Felix, I heard from Professor Manuela you’d gotten... rather injured during your previous mission, but I know you’re likely headed up to look into the Western Church soon despite those injuries- I’d like to go with you, to help monitor your wounds as they heal, since I know there’s little we can do to speed their healing at this point, only to ease the amount of pain you’re feeling at any time.” She hums, folding her hands together. “I wanted to visit the Lake Teutates temple, and I figured this would be the best way to do so, but I also know it’s... foolish to think I can visit it on my own. We both know my skill with weapons is nowhere near the level at which I can do that. I know there are other healers still in the Lions, but most of them are still learning how to handle healing without staves, so I wanted to offer my help.” She frowns, looking him in the eyes. “But I also want to make clear that this isn’t me acting from a sense of protectiveness, or of duty- I just thought that my desires and the care your injuries require would work together well in doing such a thing. Though, you’re also free to say no- I-” she can’t help but laugh a bit at herself. “Well, I know I can be a rather bit much when it comes to acting as a healer. Though, if you do agree to let me accompany you, I promise I will not make any mistakes like those I made a few months ago when we last fought together. I’ve been training so as to be better prepared for the next potential ambush.”

                                                                                    @fraldariius

[gallantgautier]

[ ooc. already kinda did but i'm obligated soooooo fingerguns ] 🎄

((ooc: All of the childhood friend squad in my inbox at once? The stars aligned, I couldn’t not capitalise. I already had the idea for when Felix enabled me landed in my inbox but then had the big brain moment of including @stalwart-knight and @princeblaiddyd and it would not leave me))

Sylvain should have known that his plan to hang around the entrance to the Blue Lions classroom with mistletoe hanging above the doorway would come back to bite him in the ass eventually. It was never a matter of if, but when.

All things considered, it was impressive that he lasted even this long. A few of the girls he’d swept into kisses had looked disgruntled, but most just giggled. He was pretty amazed he hadn’t earned a slap yet.

The problem, he thought, was that he’d gotten complacent. His movements became automatic, an arm circling around a waist, a murmured “hey you, happy Yule” and a kiss on lips or a cheek had become too easy. As such, he stopped paying attention.

This time, his arm goes around them higher up, purring a warm “C’mere, sweet thing.” as he tugs them close and plants a kiss at the corner of their mouth. Belatedly, much too late, he realises what he just did, and once again fears for his life.

That’s… Felix. Oh fuck. Oh fuck he kissed Felix.

Sylvain’s heart hammers to a stop in his chest, which he chalks up to the fact that he’s probably about to die and not whatever the hell the weird fluttering that happens in his stomach whenever his friend is nearby lately. He needs to fix this, somehow. But how the hell does he brush this off as a joke? He should start by moving his arm away, but he’s kind of frozen and doesn’t know how to-

There! He’s only just noticed them, and any other time he’d rather die of embarrassment than know that Ingrid and Dimitri had witnessed the entire scene, but maybe, just maybe, he could pull this off. He peels himself away from Felix at the speed of a man who knows his life depends on it, marches over to Ingrid, his voice much too wobbly when he declares, “You too, come here darling,” and takes her face between his hands, kissing her soundly upon the lips.

Once he’s certain she’s out for his head too, Sylvain pulls away from Ingrid to slide over to Dimitri’s side, throwing an arm over his shoulders, “And one for our sweet prince as well! No one gets left out!” Despite it all, Sylvain cannot bring himself to kiss royalty upon the lips, so he places a big wet and noisy one on Dimitri’s cheek.

He doesn’t linger to see the look upon their faces, quickly making an excuse about returning a book to the library before dashing away. With a little luck, his friends will be too busy arguing over who gets to kill him first to give him a healthy head start. 

Sylvain absolutely does not spend the minutes he gains thinking about how Felix’s skin had felt under his lips, rather than how he’s about to meet his end.

[exalteye]

for love and war

It’s a hard hand on his shoulder as Lucina forces Felix to stop in his tracks, blue eyes narrowed and mouth pressed in a thin line. This whole thing---she didn’t like it. It hit too close to home (why did it feel good to go off and fight a monster?) and Lucina couldn’t help her nerves as she was separated from her friends--her family.

“You’re headed to Sreng, no?” She already knew the answer, not even hesitating before continuing. “I do believe Cynthia is traveling with you. I’m sure you’re aware of her....reckless tendencies.” She was reliable in battle, no doubt, but Lucina would take no risks when she couldn’t keep a hawk’s eye on the other girl. “I expect you to keep an eye on her.” There was no room for argument in her tone, chin raised.

“Should anything happen to her...” she left the sentence trail off, not in threat, but betraying the utter sense of loss and confusion she felt without the others in her life. “She can take care of herself, of course. But...keep an eye on her.” ( @fraldariius )

[minorindech]

fetchez la vache

@fraldariius

“Oh, come on!”

Bernadetta was glad that nobody had scolded her about the hoodie she wore under her uniform jacket. The rain was probably the lightest it had been in a while since the flooding had started, and her hood was a small comfort against the light drizzle falling onto her head. It didn’t help much for convincing this cow to move into shelter with her.

Bernadetta pouted, shuffling the rope they’d gotten around the cow from one hand to the other. The animal had little interest in moving, no matter what she’d done to try and convince it. She doubted she had the brute strength needed to simply tug the animal along but...well, she was running out of choices.

With a determined breath, Bernadetta took hold of the rope firmly and pulled as hard as she could. The animal didn’t budge, even as her feet started to slide on the muddy ground “Please move! I just wanna help!” Suddenly, the animal did start to move.

To another grassy patch in the opposite direction from where Bernie wanted to go.

With a shriek, the girl slipped, landing hard on her back on the muddy floor.  “Ow...” Defeated, Bernie continued to pout, staring up at the sky. “Maybe I should just sink into the mud and stay here...”

[funslayer]

❮the unseen❯ // boey&felix

starter for @fraldariius

Traveling to Western Faerghus means crossing through Magdred Way, a densely forested area known for thick and sudden onset of heavy fog and, as a result, being a favorite highway for marauders. Travel carefully and strategically. —

     having a foreigner travel these roads alone would be most unwise. rolling over the mental notes in his head, as much as he’d wished to bring a familiar face as a companion, none of them were native.  that took out half of his class, then some as it would be the most sensible to find someone who can do close combat.

     “hmm...” the little voice rumbles from his throat, still in further thought. the house leader and his right-hand man fit for the criteria, but he gets the sense they must be busybodies with work already.  sylvain... was it?  just one look and he felt a tug of a familiar aura to another man he already knew—a visage of the brazened mercenary with soft curly blond hair.  it gets difficult to tell how driven they would be once they’re serious—if they ever do.  which left him with one remaining option.

     a swordsman with an air of aloofness who spoke few words, always driven toward a goal or task everyday.  if he were to draw up a familiar comparison, a quick thought of a similar swordsman worked for a bandit king popped into mind.  he... did not seem half bad, now the only issue lies in approaching one hailing from a noble house.  as far as boey could tell, the majority of the student body are made up of royalty and nobility ( so much for fitting in here, right? ).

     at times, one can never tell what kind of noble they were raised to be, and ought to be, irregardless of others.  to be on the safe side, speaking to them with most respect ( just not in vain calling them their whole five birth names ... ) should suffice until they could be discerned in an encounter.  ...overthinking this will do no favors.

he may not be a tepid choice, but that mattered the least for now. 

     “hey, you are... sir felix, is that right?”

[sharpspi]

how your muse responds to anger.

OOC: if it’s related to mundane things, the obvious answer is the correct one: apathy, partially blatant ignorance of the cause, especially if there’s nothing he can do about it (if he could, he would instead be working on fixing the problem). If it has to do with something heavier, if it had to do with loss or suffering of his kin, “still waters run deep”. You don’t want to see him truly angry or feeling truly hopeless or miserable. And you definitely wouldn’t want to cause that misery.