#frederikthewary

[loveandbesilentylisse-blog]

"Ah, Cordelia, your presence here is a great relief! With a woman as capable as you on the field I can be doubly assured of the safety of the others. How do you fare today?"

"Thank you, Frederick. Seeing you here eases my wariness as well. I’m doing fine, just brushing up on some techniques between caring for my pegasus. She’s been acting very nervous lately, but surely her troubles will pass, just like ours. How have you been?" 

[pronetoviolins]

I Saw It in the Mirror - Frederick & Brady

When he was a child, Brady read a book about a man who traveled through time to his own past. The book ended rather unhappily when the time traveler accidentally killed his own past self, and no gory detail of the agony the time traveler felt as he blinked in and out of existence was spared as the poor man was trapped in a temporal loop for eternity. Brady was aware that his current situation was different; he wasn't so much a time traveler as a timeline traveler, he knew that the past he was inhabiting was a separate past from his own. Still, there were enough parallels between his situation and the fictional time traveler's to make him uncomfortable, so he devised a set of rules for himself to ensure he wouldn't mess anything up too badly. Like he usually did.

The rules weren't complicated; they were really very simple. Don't interfere with the going-ons of anyone from the new timeline, don't get anyone killed, and most importantly, don't let Ma and Pa know that they're destined to be together. At least, not until they'd figured it out on their own. Brady was no expert at romance, but he figured that few things were more likely to sour a relationship than being introduced to your spouse and child.

Brady had had to prove that Maribelle was his mother to join the Shepherds, which meant that he had no choice but to keep his distance from his father. It was hard for Brady. Painful, at times. Brady was a sentimental soul, and treating his father, the man who had raised him and loved him, like a total stranger was heartbreaking.

Perhaps he wasn't as careful as he told himself he would be. There were glances which lingered for far too long. Walks which somehow always managed to take him past his father's tent. That time he broke down sobbing in Frederick's arms.

This evening, for instance, he was sitting under a tree a short distance away from Frederick's tent, quietly plucking at the strings of his violin while he stared at the space where he knew his father was. The crisp air carried the notes further than Brady had intended, but he couldn't muster the will to care. He wondered if his father had already begun courting his mother. Would it be safe to reveal himself then? 

Brady dragged his bow lazily across the strings. Melancholy was supposed to be good for the musical spirit, but Brady didn't think it was true.

[ylisseanlissa]

Favors | Frederick & Lissa

A sun that warmed all it touched, a wind that cooled the area down to the perfect temperature, and a bright blue sky lightly spotted with clouds. It was a scene worthy of immortalization on canvas--something Lissa hadn't seen in a while. Although every day seemed much brighter since the conflicts with Plegia and every battle that followed, the amount of rain the last few days have seen enhanced the serenity and beauty of the day. But it wouldn't be complete alone.

A good while had passed before Lissa had come across the one she was determined to drag along with her. But that didn't bother her much. At least she found him.

"Frederick!" she called, approaching her friend happily. "I've been looking all over for you. I was hoping that you could do me a solid and help me with something?"

[ahexofastrongmage]

Henry had been in the "woods" for a while. Was it hours? Days? Likely days. After a lot of wandering and consulting with the local wildlife, Henry found his way back to camp. He stood at the treeline, quietly admiring the camp before grinning and frolicking back into camp.

[voodoobloodmagic]

frederikthewary:

"Stolen intimate items…?"

"Hm…"

After a few seconds of thought, Frederick came to a sound conclusion on what Tharja might be talking about. Of course, it was all a big misunderstanding.

"Ah, you must mean your torn underclothes. No need to fret, milady. They have already been fixed up and safely returned to your tent. Good as new! I was sure to inspect them thoroughly after repair to be sure I didn’t miss a single hole."

"Let me see if I understand this correctly," Tharja said, dark magic crackling at her fingertips. "You steal into my tent and take my unmentionables. You openly admit that you 'inspected the thoroughly',  and you expect me to believe you only meant to repair them?"

The dark energy suddenly faded and Thara put a hand to her forehead with a sigh. "Actually, I can believe that. If it were anyone else, they'd already be a smoking crater in the ground, but this is you we're talking about. You would be oblivious enough to do something so egregious without a second thought, wouldn't you?"

[voodoobloodmagic]

frederikthewary replied to your post:"Hello Tharja! What are you up to? Ooo do I smell a new curse brewing?"

"…"

"...Although, Henry, you can collect the hairs from elsewhere on Frederick's body, if you're so inclined."

Smirk.