#godpick

[stumblingpetals]

@godpick

“Reporting for duty, Sir Frederick! I’m ready to try your training hour. Even if... I’m not very coordinated--”

[fidclitas]

@godpick // random closed starter tbh

     “ FREDERICK. I believe I told you I would take care of the laundry for Lord Chrom, as well as Lady Lissa’s today. As well as replace the bed linings, sheets and all but when I came to do so, they were set fresh and new. ” A completely trivial matter but his pride as a perfect butler was wounded. He would not have this. He could’ve easily done all this if it weren’t for Frederick beating him to the punch !

     “ You’re the perpretrator aren’t you ? This is unnacceptable ! Those are my duties that I’m supposed to perform with perfection ! ” 

     Now that it came down to it, he would have to be wary of this man so that meant, waking up earlier before Frederick could even do anything. Yes. That was a wonderful plan.

[sagelyexalt]

@godpick

“  —   but it is one all must hear,   “   he finishes.  in the calmness of her chambers,   they are alone.  all but the soft breeze that  drifts past the open windows exposing a vibrant blue.  she lights up along with the rest of the room and is soft like a touch of sunlight on skin on a cloudless morning.  

he takes a step closer to approach once he feels silence has overstay its welcome.  "  are you faring well ?  “  

Emmeryn looked up at Frederick with a soft, albeit tired, smile. She sat in her usual chair, a favorite overstuffed armchair upholstered in a faded grey brocade. On the table beside her was a cup of half-sipper tea, and the window was letting in drafts of air. The sun had gone down, but the last rays of light had yet to fade completely, making the sky a deep dark blue.

“Good evening, Sir Frederick,” she greeted him. “You are to be my guard for the night?” It was almost always either Phila or Frederick. They were the highest ranking knights in the castle, and therefore considered the best suited for protecting the Exalt.

“I am well enough,” she said quietly, her hands fiddled with papers in her lap, the source of her philosophical musings. Peace negotiations with Plegia were not going well. “Nothing for you to worry over excessively, I promise.”

[stumblingpetals]

@godpick

HAVE A BOY

:’ D

[hexcasts-blog]

          a   woman   cloaked   in   mystery,    she   holds   her   tome   close   to    her   chest,    quill   tucked   behind   a    finger.    creeping   up    upon   frederick   was    no    easy   task.    his   ears   were   bewitched,   blessed   by   divine   powers.    holy   magic    she   couldn’t   wait   to   unravel   with   sickly   binds.

           ‘   do   you   have    any   allergies   ?   ‘    she   questions,   assuming   he’d   already   heard   her   approach.   in   her   mind,   brewed   a   stealth   potion    -----    probably   useful   on   the   battlefield,   but,   her   only   obstacle   she   wished   to   overcome    was     this   soldier’s   high   alert.   /   @godpick​

[firstheat-blog]

DEATHLESS STARTERS. ' bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing. '

@godpick who should shut his mouth and make himself useful.

“yes, yes,” fernand rolls his eyes, unappreciative of the stranger’s observation.  does he remember stepping in horse shit?  of course not.  all he knows is that he’s unfortunately knee-deep in shit and can’t seem to pull himself out for some ungodly reason.  just his luck honestly.  hell, he doesn’t even know where he is, but first, he wants a bath and then he wants a change of clothes and an entire bottle of wine.

“are you going to just stand there!?  get me out of this mess already!”

[grimahearted]

A HUNDRED RANDOM STARTERS. ❝ how long have you known? ❞

       “I suppose it depends on how you’d define knowing. Validar surprised me back then, with his ability to control me. But I’ve suspected something like this might happen for a long while now–for years. Perhaps from when we first met, even.”