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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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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