#fraldrius

[tuskprince]

@fraldrius

"Don't hold back, Felix," Dimitri insists, despite knowing intrinsically that he would not disgrace himself in such a manner. He clutches his blade in preparation for their training spar. "Show me what you can do."

[brglz]

@fraldrius​.  /  starter call.

the walls of garreg mach are not so much  different  than he remembered from five years ago.  its halls still echo with footsteps  ,  grounds still burned with flames of war.  he remembers it well  ,  the way the heat of the flames spread  ,  the way those halls are now emptier because of  him  ,  because of the war.  it’s not a good feeling  ,  &  it oft sits in his stomach  ,  clawing at his chest.  it’s an  ache  he must learn to live with  ,  one he must find the strength to bear.

after all  ,  it would be  remiss  to think this was his burden alone.

he greets felix with a nod  ,  turning for a moment from his own thoughts to speak properly. 

‘ i understand the kingdom was once your home. ’ 

although he cannot  truly  understand what it must be like to face one’s former friends  ,  the idea does not put him at any sort of ease.  but the former fraldarius heir doesn’t appear to be fettered by the upcoming stretch of the war  ,  &  in his confidence randolph finds himself assured. 

‘ no one would fault you any hesitance in fighting your former comrades, felix.  i’ve no doubt it must be difficult to think of. ’

[endlesscacophony]

@fraldrius​ said: “ why are you looking at me like that? ” ( for sylvaaaain )

He doesn’t know when it happened, in the midst of everything they were going through, they didn’t exactly have the time to be dealing with certain ... entanglements. Nothing more than the small trysts that Sylvain dealt with like during his time at the academy, an encounter in the midst of the night used as a way of being able to sleep and nothing much more. But for Sylvain to say he actually felt strong feelings toward another wasn’t anything he ever expected, anything he could’ve ever guessed would actually happen to him.

Though, the very fact that it was with Felix? Put Sylvain a bit more at ease.

So these quiet moments, time spent in their tents after a long hard fought battle, tangled together in the bedrolls, had Sylvain’s heart beating out of his chest. He’d been laying on his side in nothing more than the clothes he wore underneath his armor, one hand holding his head up while the other combed through Felix’s hair. The inner machinations of his mind must’ve been at least mildly apparent on his face if the other’s comment meant anything.

Still, though, Sylvain laughed, shaking his head with a smile, “What - ? Am I not allowed to look at you anymore ?” His gaze softened as he really took in the other’s features, “Or, wait, is there something on my face?”

He was certain he hadn’t gotten hit during this last battle, at least, not in the face, so it wasn’t like there was a bruise . . .

[fantasywoes-archive]

「  RP MEME :     WAYS TO REACT TO AN INJURY  .  」

@fraldrius​ asked: ‘ i told you not to go in alone! ’ ( for dimitri if that’s ok! ) 

     Dimitri was extremally rash when it came to battle. Well, nowadays he was. A long time ago he was able to fight with elegance along with his strength. Now, he just wanted bloodshed. Though most of the time it was for the benefit for the army, Dimitri had a craving for it that couldn’t be explained. ❛ I do what I must. I can’t back down from a fight. Not until all my enemies blood is spread across the floor. ❜

In being so reckless, he didn’t pay attention to his well being. Getting wounded was the last thing on his mind. Blood stained part of his face and blood leaked down from his side. The only regret he had was getting his cape caught up in the mess. ❛ Sometimes I must go in alone! I cannot be tied down to proper strategy or getting all of you mixed up in battle when I have one goal. Besides... this wound is nothing. ❜

Even though it caused him to limp, his face was not tense. He gritted his teeth, but he was able to handle the pain. ❛ This wound will heal, I’ll just tend to it later. I will not show my weakness Felix. Never. And don’t try to show your concern for me now. I know it’s false! ❜

[nobleburn]

‘  you  have  bested  me.  that  much  is  clear.  ’

How clear was it? They'd both bled enough to be laid up for days in their respective camps with the attention of healers all on them. Perhaps the only difference was that Nikolette was still standing, though whether that was due to having truly bested Felix, or simply having been every so slightly luckier, she didn't know and didn't care. "I suppose so." There had been a time, once, when matching Felix, or surpassing him, would have been cause for celebration, when she would have joyously proclaimed for all to hear that her talent really was unmatched.

That time had long since passed, and the sword in her hand was heavy, as though it yearned to be raised only to brought down with grim finality. She held still, neither lifting it, nor sheathing it. "I don't need to kill you, Felix," came her voice after a moment's silence, hollow, flat, so unlike how she'd spoken in those days at the Academy. So much had changed.

Seldom had she seen reason to stay her sword hand on the field of battle. Where enemies abounded, she dealt with them, as commanded of her. This was what her life had become, where her use was not in her ability to speak in elegant words, wear fine clothing, or navigate delicate political situations, but rather in her ability to build a mountain of corpses high enough to climb out of the hell that was this damnable war. And yet, though they had not been friends, Felix was someone she knew, someone she remembered. Perhaps that counted for something.

"If you want to die here, I won't deny you that." From how Nikolette remembered him, dying for ideals didn't seem like Felix, but she was certainly unlike herself these days. Perhaps he was as well. "But it would be easier to spare you, if you'll surrender."