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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It doesn't take much and the extra pressure on her thigh does it and she cries out, almost shuddering against him before collapsing on him.

Frederick wraps his arms around her gently, planting kisses in her hair while he tries to catch his breath.

"Thank you, my dove," he whispers, sighing again and stroking her. "You are truly wonderful, in this as you are in everything else."

"Fantail,"

She says breathily and hugs him, he's quite real and useful since she feels as if she might just float off.

Frederick laughs lightly, squeezing her.

"Is that what kind of bird you are? Very well, then, my little fantail," he corrects himself, with an air of delight and satisfaction.

"Mm, yes,"

She moves just enough to shift off him and rest on the bed but still in his arms.

He repeats the little "mm" noise she makes as she does so, enjoying relaxing with her in his arms like this. He turns his head to kiss her on the cheek.

He catches a glimpse of the window as he does so, with the stars and sky looking within reach just beyond. It feels perfect somehow, and he smiles, holding her closer.

Tiwa smiles and soon falls asleep in his arms, she'll wake up soon but for now she has no desire to move.

Frederick smiles fondly, when he realizes she's no longer awake. He closes his eyes then, adjusting a bit, the night sky still on his mind as he starts to drift away.

...

............

His eyes open suddenly in the darkness. It felt like it should have come with more of a jolt than that-- his breath starts to come more quickly, to match the way his heart is racing.

He lets go of Tiwa as gently as he can-- trying to be silent, trying not to notice the way his hands are shaking-- and sits up, fumbling to bring the pendant of his necklace back around to the front so he can grasp it in his hand. The purple jewel is glowing, ever so slightly, almost too softly for one to be able to know for certain that it is.

He runs his fingers through his hair, trying not to sigh.

He wishes this were unusual.

Tiwa's a light sleeper, when he stirs, her dream of safety turns to a cage and she whimpers.

That wakes her up and she watches him before reaching out to touch his back, "What's wrong?"

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Frederick attempts a smile, but he doesn't look her in the eye.

"Just a nightmare, was all," he says, with a slight grimace-- is his voice shaking? He meant for it to sound casual. "It..."

He hesitates, as if the words won't come out for some reason, even though he wants them to.

"...It's nothing." His shoulders fall slightly, and he rubs the pendant at his throat.

She doesn't believe that and sits up to hug him and then pulls the blanket up around them,

"Are you shivering? Frederick?"

He can't deny that, so he laughs, not sure what else to do. There is something rather funny-- rather twisted, perhaps-- about the way he should have assumed this would happen, but managed to conveniently forget about it while he was in her arms, like he always does.

He brings one knee up to his chest, resting his forehead on the blanket that's now draped over it.

"This... happens, from time to time," he admits, sounding defeated somehow.

"I didn't mean to wake you, my dear."

"Its okay. What's this?"

She hugs him tighter since he's worrying her.

He sits up a little again, rubbing her arms with his hands. "Just a nightmare, really," he tries to assure her. "A sort of..."

The same hesitance returns, and he reaches up to clasp his necklace rather tightly.

"...ghost, of something."

He sighs, resting his cheek against hers. "I'm no good at talking about this sort of thing," he tells her, honestly. "I really do apologize... It has nothing to do with you-- it's just that I've never told anyone."

Usually, of course, he avoids any questions simply by leaving. Even now, he has to fight the urge to pull away. It wouldn't be fair to her, he thinks, even if he's done it to people before.

"I've got my own share of nightmares and that thing people say about talking, it does help,"

Her voice is quieter as she kisses him on the cheek and turns her arm so he can see the tattoo and the scar it covers.

Frederick strokes her arm, looking at the scar thoughtfully for a moment before responding.

"They're difficult for me to talk about," he says slowly. "Perhaps because they don't honestly have all that much to do with me. Unlike yours, I'm sure."

He's quiet for a moment, until he thinks of something-- an acceptable compromise, with any luck.

He turns and pushes her back down onto the bed, cuddling against her cheek. "Let's talk about something else," he says, with a quick kiss. "For example, why is it that I always have this terrible urge to fly away, even when I have everything a man could possibly want right here beside me? Clearly, I can't be right in the head."

He gives her a rather apologetic smile, hoping this sort of honesty was what she was looking for.

His answer doesn't reassure her because he's doing what she's done many times and she runs a hand through his hair,

"Who does it have to do with if not you? Is the person who gave the pendant connected?"

Frederick sighs. He props himself up with his elbow in the pillows, and leans his cheek on his hand.

"Not directly, no," he replies, stroking her cheek. "It has more to do with someone I've never met. Well..." He pauses; that's not quite true. But doesn't elaborate. He seems to start, but then doesn't, for whatever reason.

His eyes are far away. "It only wakes me up at night. And I just feel so sorry for him..." He flinches, then swallows, feeling like he's said too much. "But there's nothing to be done about it, anymore. What bothers me is waking up feeling alone, and feeling guilty for it, because so often I'm not."

She hugs him, tightly, "That sort of makes sense. I'm sorry."

"There's nothing you need to apologize for, my sweet little bird," he tells her, hugging her tightly as well. "I'm afraid I'm the one who should be apologizing. I know I'm being difficult, and I'd hate to think that I've made you feel like I don't want be here with you..."

He's quiet for a moment, but then he chuckles, pulling back to kiss her nose. "It's at this time of night that my dearest friend and I often have our worst fights, actually. If he can find me, that is."

"You haven't made me feel that only some worry about you. If you go for a fly, I'm going with you,"

She kisses him on the lips.

"Mm..." Frederick's lips settle happily into hers, drawing out the kiss a little longer.

"I would like that," he tells her, opening his eyes.

"I thought you would, but not now,"

The bed is far too comfortable and she likes being in his arm so she kisses him, pressing him down on the bed.

Frederick shifts comfortably into the pillows, fingers carressing her arms, lips moving with hers.

He feels safe here, not trapped, knowing she doesn't expect anything more from him than this-- just lying next to her, being close to her in this moment and not leaving her. No more questions that require immediate answers, no prying eyes that stare straight into the deepest parts of his soul and threaten to take hold there. Just this.

(OOC: Maybe a fade?)

She doesn't want to move and they'll enjoy tonight and maybe other nights with no strings just friendship.

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