knightofmercury | Frederick and Tiwa (Outside a Bar-shaped place)

Frederick and Tiwa (Outside a Bar-shaped place)

Frederick is out in the forest tonight, lying in a clearing by the lake, looking up at the stars. He traces patterns of constellations in the air with one hand, his other arm placed casually under his head and his legs crossed above him. He hums softly as he does so, a wayward tune that seems to vascillate between songs he's only vaguely familiar with, and nonsensical melodies he's made up on the spot.

The calm, dark water of the lake nearby reflects the glittering specks of light in the clear night sky, creating the illusion of space both above and below.

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"Nonsense! I never flatter," Frederick declares, tapping her nose with one finger. There's laughter in his eyes, but his smile softens after a moment. He rather enjoys the feeling of her so close.

"Why don't you? I'm sure you'd be rather good at it,"

She smiles and relaxes against him.

"Because I don't have to, m'dear. Certainly not with you," he practically purrs. "I only speak the truth. And there's far more I could say about you that I keep to myself."

He reaches to take a strand of her hair gently between two gloved fingers, stroking and twirling it playfully.

"Now you're just making me curious,"

As he takes her hair, she shifts towards him.

"Hm." Frederick hums, sliding his fingers a little more deeply in her hair and tucking it behind her ear.

"I'm not sure you'd want to hear it all. It might make you blush."

He smiles a bit mysteriously at that. He'll let her draw her own conclusions as to what he means.

"There's nothing wrong with blushing,"

She moves enough to look up at him, which means she's leaning on his chest,

"And I like how you see the world."

He spends a few quiet moments just gazing into her eyes.

"You are utterly exquisite," he tells her, punctuating each word even as he speaks in a voice just barely above a whisper. He strokes her cheek lightly with the back of his fingers. "You are easily the most enchanting soul I have ever met. And I've dreamed of flying away with you, on many a night when I can't sleep."

"Flying away to where?" Her voice is quiet to match his.

Frederick actually looks quite thoughtful for a moment. When he speaks again, his smile almost seems forced.

"It wouldn't matter, really," he says, with a deep breath almost like a sigh. "As long as you were there with me, I could never be anything but content."

He leans down to kiss her forehead, briefly but firmly. He then looks up towards the stars, playing with her hair again.

"Just... somewhere. Away, I suppose."

She frowns and kisses his chin,

"I can take you to the Dreaming."

He looks down at her again, slipping his arm around her waist.

"And where is that, my dear girl?" he asks, his voice returning to its former cooing murmur. "It sounds lovely."

"Sideways, but away usually ends up closer than you think,"

After all, she's flown many skies and its the flying that's the joy.

"Well, now you're making me curious," Frederick says, his smile brighter. "I should love to go there with you.

"The question is, should we go now, or do I want to stay here with you in this beautiful clearing for a little while longer? I really can't decide." He bends to touch his nose to hers, closing his eyes and breathing in her scent.

She closes the distance between them to kiss him and says while still close to his mouth,

"It can wait."

Frederick smiles. On a whim, he rolls over to pin her to the ground, holding her close and leaning in for another kiss, this one a bit longer than the last.

"Yes. It can," he agrees, pulling back to grin at her. He knows he's put her in a bit of a compromising position, so he gives her enough room to get up if she doesn't like it.

Or she can pull him back down again.

The roll makes her squeak before she kisses him again, saying just before she does,

"Yes."

Frederick chuckles when she squeaks, delighted.

"M'dear, you could not possibly be any more adorable than you are!" he declares, and then proceeds to cover her face with kisses.

She giggles and moves a hand into his hair,

"Just adorable?"

"You are a lot of things, m'dear-- adorable is just one of many," he replies, continuing to kiss her. "It's not an adequate description. What I mean to say is that anyone who spends more than five minutes with you is forced to adore you, by virtue of your shining personality and every last one of your physical features, and that I myself have fallen under this spell of yours, more deeply than I ever thought possible."

Now she's blushing but its mixed with being rather happily flushed,

"Mm, I could get used to this."

"Could you, now?" Frederick coos, into her ear. "You wouldn't get bored of me, and fly away?"

He pulls her a little closer with the arm he has around her back, trapping her body against his.

She shifts against him with a contented sigh,

"You might get bored too."

"Mm. That's difficult to imagine," he purrs. After a few moments of burying his nose in her hair, he shifts downward to place a soft kiss on the side of her neck.

The kiss and the purr feels nice and she sighs before ruffling his hair and pulling him down to the ground with her,

"Then we'll just have to keep each other busy."

"And how might we do that?" Frederick asks innocently, as if he hasn't a clue.

His smile is rather suggestive, however.

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