#fraldaryus

[fellcrest]

@fraldaryus​

      ❝ i see you've picked up the technique i used our last spar. ❞

she emerges from behind, having observed his last strike. felix was a truly capable swordsman, eager to surpass her strength. it impressed her how he managed to analyze her form from when they last crossed blades, it was only right to challenge him again.

      ❝ let's put it to the test, shall we ? ❞ she takes hold of a training sword. it would prove to be a useful exercise to measure her student's progress.

[daphnael]

         ❝ felix, ❞

    letter in her hand descends at the sight of her comrade, a cordial smile to greet him— and to lift her own spirits , as she turns away to reach for a practice lance.

         ❝ you've come here to train, right ? ❞ back turned, she gives the letter one last browse, before lettng it rest on a near surface, meeting her friend's eyes. ❝ i'll join you. ❞ perhaps it'd help settle her thoughts.

@fraldaryus

[frailety]

you passed out.

      ‘  uuuuhhhhmmm,  yeah,  i  guess  i  did  didn’t  i?  s-sorry  about  that.  it’s  just  when  i  saw  you  swinging  that  sword  i  thought  “what  if  it  comes  flying  at  me  and  skewers  me  into  the  wall?”  and  then  i  panicked  even  more  because  then  it  sounded  like  i  don’t  trust  your  swordsmanship  which  might  i  say  is  the  opposite  of  bad  and— ‘   she  cuts  herself  off,  almost  out  of  breath  from  her  already  long  explanation  of  her  point  of  view.   standing  before  him,  eyes  meeting  the  ground  instead  of  his  own ,  she  whimpers  out  quietly.   ‘  you’re  probably  the  best  swordsman  in  Garreg  Mach…please  don’t  take  offense  to  my  actions.  ‘   — @fraldaryus

[frailety]

🔪 - forceship 🤪

    ok  fewix

[daphnelight-a]

          it was a free day , which meant the students could do whatever they wished.  normally , ingrid would take the time to see what was on the menu at the dining room but today , she wanted a change.  which was why she went out searching , for a familiar face that would surely entertain her.  one felix.  and knowing him , he was in the training grounds , like always.  making her way there , she , indeed , found him , sword in hand , going through different swings.     ❛   here again? why don’t you do something different for a change?   ❜ // @fraldaryus

[daphnelight-a]

@tikiwiki said : you’ve sealed your fate

i have ... oh well, anything for ingrid. i have sold my soul to her.

@fraldaryus said : youre so powerful

you want blushy felix cause i will give you blushy felix?

[blaidded]

@fraldaryus    :     ❛ was it harder to die, or harder to be the one who survived? ❜

𝑾𝑨𝑺    𝑰𝑻    𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹    𝑻𝑶    𝑫𝑰𝑬    ?    𝑯𝑬    𝑫𝑶𝑬𝑺𝑵'𝑻    𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾    .    𝑪𝑨𝑵'𝑻    𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾    .    𝑯𝑬'𝑺    𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬    ,    𝑨𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹    𝑨𝑳𝑳    .    all    he    knows    is    the    burden    of    SURVIVAL    .    the    burden    of    knowing    that    every    breath    he    draws    is    one    more    they    can’t    take    ;   and    the    stubborn    beat    of    his    HEART    is    too    loud    when    he    tries    to    sleep    .    dimitri    looks    to    felix    then    ,    swallows    something    in    his    throat    that    feels    like    words    he’ll    never    say    .    (    i    miss    you    .    i’m    sorry    .    if    i    could    trade    places    with    him    ,    i    would    .    )    their    gazes    meet    and    the    WORLD    comes    apart    all    at    once    .    he    sees    it    ,    the    anger    and    the    grief    ;    𝑯𝑬    𝑺𝑬𝑬𝑺    𝑰𝑻    𝑰𝑵    𝑭𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑿'𝑺    𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺    𝑩𝑼𝑻    𝑫𝑰𝑴𝑰𝑻𝑹𝑰    𝑪𝑨𝑵'𝑻    𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑫    𝑰𝑻    𝑰𝑵    𝑯𝑰𝑴    𝑻𝑶    𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑨𝑻𝑬    .    it’s    a    fire    that    he    does    not    flinch    from    ,    it’s    a    fire    he’ll    gladly    make    into    his    funeral    PYRE    if    it    meant    giving    felix    peace    of    mind    .    (    for    you    .    i’ll    do    it    for    you    .    stand    in    the    fire    until    there’s    nothing    left    to    burn    .    )    silence    hangs    over    them    like    a    GUILLOTINE    ,    heavy    and    sharp    and    awaiting    a    sword    to    strike    the    rope    .    dimitri    lets    his    quiet    be    the    answer    ,    allows    felix    to    cut    the    fraying    rope    out    of    frustration    and    waits    for    the   guillotine    to    come    down    .    of    COURSE    ,    it    never    does    .    it    hangs    there    ,    mocking    and    derisive    ,    a    reminder    of    the    repose    he’ll    never    know    .     𝑶𝑯   ,    𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬    𝑳𝑰𝑶𝑵    .    𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺    𝑰𝑺    𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹    𝑮𝑰𝑭𝑻    ,    𝑨𝑵𝑫    𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹    𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬    :    𝑻𝑶𝑼𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮    𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑺    ,    𝑩𝒀    𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮    𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴    .