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[fraldareius]

even if it kills me

[fraldareius]

you guys dont know how funny the phrase 'i kissed a girl and i liked it' is on a blog like felix. It makes me laugh.

[fraldareius]

✦ ; @furiaei │ unprompted.

she is atop him, securing his wrists in iron-like grasp as she gazes into his eyes. he, wolf of frost. she, wolf of fire. she has long learned to desire him with unholy abandon, to want him within her, to feel when he unravels her. when the ice meets the fire, and the fire melts the ice. hence, ice becomes water and water chokes the fire. then, the fire's ashes will stain the water.

this is the cycle of their closeness, a perpetual, mutual undoing. Ana-Maria does crave Felix. oh, how she does! there is a burning in her core already, fire coursing through her veins instead of blood. the man underneath her, pushed into the bed, is such a beautiful person. how he aches, how he burns, how he beckons her to feel hunger mingled with lust that have her spiral towards the Abyss!

with savage want does she kiss him, with savage want does she peel off his clothing, with savage want does she sink her fangs into the hot, soft and inviting skin of his throat. "you should have known better," the blazing She-Wolf murmurs, licking freshly bruised skin, "than to indulge me. because I will not be satisfied with mere scraps of you! I want to eat you whole!"

an ambered gaze looks at her. watches her. carefully. quietly. eyes follow along her arm, to her hands; how her fingers wrap TIGHTLY around his wrists. ( she's pinned him . ) unafraid, however, he is. if anything, it just arouses him. he can feel how his body reacts. how his heart races & flutters. ( this isn't love , this is lust . he doesn't care ) he can feel his hunger - the greed - for her. for this. he wants this. he needs this. his eyes look back at her. quick. immidiate. looking for anything from to take. to eat.

would she even let him? would she allow it?

he is melting, slowly, underneath her warmth, at first. he is struggling to hold out. to not completely lose grip with reality. ( as if he had it to begin with . ) normally, he would have pushed her off. show disgust & resentment. like he normally does with her, when they are out there. but he is, uncharacteristically, tame. for now. letting her do whatever she wants with him. letting her take control. ( as she should ! ) he wants this. he doesnt know WHY, but... he wants this. maybe he's always wanted this.

take him ! take him all ! 

she's getting warmer. warmer. warmer ! hotter. he can feel whatever coldness he once had with him slip away. ( he's heating up . more & more . he's burning . ) the less icy he gets, the more needy he becomes. he WHINES. he makes a weak attempt to move his hands. away from her iron grip. she's quick to lock. she's not letting him be in control. he gives up even faster. he doesn't fight it. he lets himself sink even further. he is at her mercy.

his usual ice-cold gaze softens & he shifts his head slowly, obediently. to reveal his neck for her. he's opening up to her.

❛ n-ngh . ❜   his back arches as she sinks her fangs in him. his body quivers. shudders when she licks him. he cannot help but whimper & moan with ectasy. he hardens even more; his hips want to move against her, but he hesitates. instead he looks back at her. the she-wolf. begging.

❛ then eat me ... ❜   he growls weakly, ❛ ravage me . ❜   somehow he finds the strength to move his hands to her hips, but nothing more than that. he pulls his lips up to her ear, & whispers,   ❛ don't leave anything for somebody else to take. ❜ 

[fraldareius]

the urge to bite while feeling overwhelming affection is completely normal. sorry if you don’t experience that but it’s not my business. get help

[fraldareius]

also yea. i do write felix during the war as a mortal savant with a semi subclass in assassin. so... he's managed to have a good grasp in magic, specifically lightning magic, and he's able to infiltate and assassinate if he needs to. on top of that he's just extremely fast and can travel longer distances. Not that he is the same as somebody on horseback in regards to distance, but he isn't bothered by difficult terrain as somebody on a horse would be.

i am unsure when t would be brought up in RPs - if at all - but i just wanted to make sure i have that properly out there. he's a very capable fighter and does, in fact, live up to the name 'lone wolf.'

[fraldareius]

what are the odds that its sunday and i answer that most DEFINITELY sunday ask from @furiaei thats been in my inbox.

[fraldareius]

✦ ; @furiaei │ prompted.

≋ I know you did not as per se rb it buuuut you did mention wanting Felix pov soooo </3 Felix and Mya

Send me ≋ to share a bath with my muse

Should he be there? Well, NO, he shouldn't be. ( but he is anyway . ) This was the the women's side of the bathhouse. He, a man, should NOT be here. ( not at all . ) But, still, he stays; he sits; he bathes. Alone. In the corner of the communial bath, he find some what to sooth his aches and pains. his aching bones, his aching body. his aching heart. Away from any ( well , most ) prying eyes. He could have most likely been mistaken for a woman himself, too. all due to his long hair - like silk, when it was down, in its resting position; and his somewhat lithe body. Maybe those who are not familiar with him would have assumed that anyway. At least from a distance. Maybe it would have been better. To be mistaken as a woman. ( maybe then he wouldn't be nearly as judged if he was to be found weeping . ) Yet, here HE is: Felix Hugo Fraldarious; sole surviving son of Rodrigue Achille Fraldarius, and heir to the Dukedom of Fraldarius, in the women's bath.

how sacrilegious . 

he is alone, though. rather, he was alone. he had been alone. The lone wolf had tactically chosen a time where activity here would have been at its lowest for the women. to avoid most of them, at least, and any scorning or reprimands from them, had they seen him there. he is not there to pester anybody, he is not there to harrass them. that was not his intent. ( mercedes had been the one to accompany him at the time of entering anyway . ) if anything, he, truly, was looking for peace - some respite - during these cruel times of war. they were all given a small moment to themselves. he intended to use it. he was avoiding human contact . & interaction. but, mostly, he was avoiding a certain person, a certain man - if he could have been even called that anymore. ( that boar ... ) &, though they were not immune to the gossip & chatter either, the women always seemed to have more... grace, & finesse, when it came to the heavier discussions.

well.... most of them anyway. ana-maria lupu was certainly not one of them . 

mercedes had long since left the bathhouse: she was needed elsewhere. though, at the very least, the soft-spoken DOVE had stayed long enough to tend to his wounds from the most recent battle. ( he would forever be grateful for her , not just for her healing abilities , but for much more . ) she healed them enough that they no longer needed any immidiate attention, but not nearly enough to hide whatever remained of them. ( new scars . that was for certain . ) she had chastised him plenty of times before, for things lesser than, but, this time, she had said nothing about it. she simply did her duties, and left. ( as if she really needed to say anything though - the looks she gave had said more than enough . ) he believed, that after her exit, he would have been left alone, with no interruption of any kind.

oh ! how wrong he had been to assume . 

he did not know how long it had been before another had come to the baths, but somebody did come. he was, however, still far to lost in his thoughts to notice. the wamrth of the water was busy TRYING to melt away his haunting thoughts. It had been working, too. It had been slowly lulling him to sleep. Alas, the splashing of somebody entering the bath from the other side did stir & shake him enough away from his thoughts to know that he was no longer alone. he tensed for a bit, yet still kept to himself. head bowed, his long hair used as a cover & sheild. Instead of trying to look at her, he stared at the water ripples that began to bump up against him. ( see , he too, does know some manners . for a feral animal . ) felix shifted only slightly to turn AWAY from the source, away from the other, to let her know that he was not there to trouble her. he just wanted to be left alone.

she, however, whoever she was, had other plans.

somehow he knew, from the moment she scoffed, who it was. ( was it a scoff ? or was it a sigh ? it sounded like a dry laugh honestly . ) the lone wolf knew who had entered the baths. ( why did it have to be her ? ) he almost flinched. ALMOST. ( would it have given her pleasure to know that she could make him wince ? ) he did brace himself for a verbal lashing, but, aside from that, he didn't really have any other desire to show her even more weakness than that. he didn't want to give her any more ammunition to use against him. he knew that with him just being there, she had enough to berate him. 

he is an injured animal ; a wounded beast with sharp teeth ; don't make him feel cornered .   . . . please . . .  he hasn't the energy to bite back . he knows he is not supposed to be here .

when ambered hues look up to meet storm colored ones, there seems to be something completely different than the usual CLASH of energies. HE is tired. ( so tired . so exhausted . ) but it also seems as though he is... scared ? fearful, maybe. definitely sad. Not of her. no, not at all, he is not afraid of her. ( he is afraid of somebody else . he is hiding . ) but it is still there nonetheless. a silent plea telling her:     ' please , just let me stay . '     it is stark difference of what she probably is accoustomed to. at least with him. If he had the energy, he would have expressed it, but, for once, his blades have been dulled. he doesn't want to fight. he doesn't want to argue. 

please , just let me be .

❛ don't . ❜   he speaks, looking away from her, fatigued,   ❛ save me the verbal lashing, i know . ❜   he would have shown more dissatisfation if it had not been for the fact that he was not in the proper mental capacity for it.    ❛ mercedes knows , ❜   he murmers softly,   ❛ she let me in . ❜

he pulls his legs closer to himself. it is almost absurdly funny, him retracting & hiding away, instead of of his usual biting. but he is doing it nonetheless. ( she caught him at the worst imaginable time . ) he does find himself glancing towards her, only to feel disatifaction with the sight of her seating herself in front of him. he hides it - his discontent - for whatever reason, &, instead, he simply watches her, carefully, waiting for her to say something. anything. Which, she does. He thinks. 

felix witnesses her mouth move. Sounds are coming out of her: in the form of words. she is speaking: he knows this. & he should be able to understand her, they speak the same language after all. they share the same culture. ( to a fault . ) yet, he simply cannot comprehend what she is saying. he doesn't know. To him, it's complete nonesense. a garbled mess. the only thing that seems to be consistent, that he recognizes, is a peculiar ringing. 

confusion. he lifts up his head a little bit, tilting it ever so slightly.  ❛ hah ?? ❜

he studies her again. watches her move. he noticed her brows furrow - probably at the annoyance of being asked to repeat herself - he mirrors her reaction. ( he isn't trying to upset her ! ) she IS speaking, but he doesn't understand. &, now, she's even more muted than before. the ringing, too, is still consitent. maybe even louder. it takes a moment, & another, to process. ( or attempt to anyway . ) but, then, his heart suddenly drops. his eyes narrow, something is wrong. something is severely wrong.

his body freezes. he WANTS to leave. to get up. to escape. but, instead, his muscles tense up. a choked laugh escapes him. ❛ what ...? ❜ he asks again. trembling this time. 

he's not even sure if she's angry & upset, or if shes concerned. felix struggles to pay close attention - he can barely hold it together. his vision blurs intermittently, he's losing focus. to him, what he percieves, it seems like shes getting angry - which is not something he wanted, but he genuinely doesn't know what shes saying. 

instead, he slips into his more native tongue, one of the languages found within the kingdom, but his tone is that of a panicked one. he cries out, one of his hands reaches out to his ear, the ringing now becoming more unbearable, ❛ wolf of fury, i do not KNOW what you are saying . ❜

his other hand reaches towards the edge of the bath. it is an attempt to stablize himself. which does help, albeit only for a little bit. until he slips. ❛ ana-maria … ❜ he frantically looks at her - with something akin to disgust & frustration ( not with her ) but also with desperation. ( of all the people , it had to be with her . )   ❛ mmn … ❜   he is annoyed with the situation - well, he would have been, at least - but there is a feeling that is more overwhelming right now. it feels as though it is consuming him. he is scared. nervous. anxious.

is she mad at me ?   ( yes ! yes she is ! )   she must hate me .   ( she does ! )   she's going to tell everybody you panicked .   ( weak . youre weak ! )   she's not going to help me .   ( why would she ? she's always yelling at you . she despises you . )   i hate you ...   ( you don't hate her . )   i hate you .   ( you really don't hate her . )   no . ' i hate you . '   ( you want her to tell you that ? )   yes ! tell me: ' i hate you . '     ( would it make you feel better ? )   no ...

with labored breaths, felix pulls away from her at first, unintentionally.   ❛ ━━ something's….. ❜   wrong.   did he need space? Maybe, perhaps. He didn't like being touched. he doesn't want to be held. ( does he ? ) but, at the same time, she would HAVE to grab him, she would have to hold him. To keep him from falling under the water.

how laughable , him needing help from something as harmless as a bath . felix hugo fraldarious : he has fought plenty of times on the battlefield, but the thing to do him in would have been 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉 .

does she know? does she realize? does she understand? that underneath all of that ice-cold demeanor, & anger. behind those tall, jagged, walls & underneath all of the crumpled ruins of a once tall-standing foundation, there still remains a scared little boy. trying his best to survive. in a cold, cruel world, he is trying to live. Felix, too, is afraid.

                                                                                                  i just miss my friend .

he leans forward & presses his forehead against her shoulder, for support. as an anchor. perhaps not the most ideal thing, but, alas, it cannot be helped. 

❛ don't... ❜   dont what?   dont look?   dont ask?   dont talk?   dont tell?   dont leave?   honestly, it could have been anything - it could have been everything - but he doesn't finish the thought.

instead he seeks out her warmth & tries to find himself again. They could talk later. or maybe they could just pretend that this didn't happen. but, for now, he just wanted to sit there, in the water, in silence. with her. 

[fraldareius]

while you were attending therapy i was studying the blade

[fraldareius]

just thought about this but MAN... felix really just likes to wear a lot of long sleeves.... and while yes, its due to the weather/climate and all. but i think it also serves the purpose of just... hiding a lot of his scars.

i think he's not as bothered about his scars with himself, but when it comes to others looking at them - depending on the person - he's a little insecure. again, it really depends on the person too but i think he just doesn't want to hear it from certain people.

like yes, he knows he's reckless. yes, he knows he hould be more careful. but i think he just also really hates himself too. and just doesn't want to hear people inquire about them. he has them and that's that.

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man i was rereading my carrd rules for a bit and i STILL stand by what i said about felix and Dimitri. On fact i think over the years, and with the help of therapy, its become even more cemented in stone about how felix acts towards Dimitri is not abl*sm but actually genuine fear and pain.

I think people really like to put blame on a single individual here, and when it comes to felix, its so easy to use and see him as 'the problem' when the reality is that he is also goong through his own ptsd and hus own trauma.

And to be abel*st in the first place, he would have to be aware of dimitri's mental health, which he doesnt actually know. He's terrified of him and sad becaause he thinks the person he knew is dead.

What he does isn't out of malice, and therefore cannot be identified as that.

The same actually goes with people calling him misogynistic. Because, quite frankly, if anybody were to actually look at Felix' supports properly, theyd see that he has actually some of the more endearing interactions WITH females as opposed to males.

But also, his attitude and personality is more 'assholey' in nature because, again, the guy went through some intense trauma as a kid ( both woth losing his brother but also witnessing a side of dimitri that he never saw before and didnt know how to properly process what he saw ) and never got to properly address that because their CULTURE just doesnt properly address mental health in a healthy way.

Anyway sorry for the rambling. Im just GUH about felix... like im not saying hes not an asshole. Because he is. But i think what im trying to say is that he does it to everybody equally and its not out of hatred for a specific group of people or anything. He is loterally just taking out a lot of his frustrations towards the entire world. Its not as targeted as people think it is and i really wish others saw that instead of just mislabeling him.

[fraldareius]

oh shit it's his birthday today. happy brithday my angry wolf man!

[fraldareius]

felix

"There is nothing"

[fraldareius]

No because i think its a subject/theme that really does get explored in a very specific way. Its a very archaic way of thinking: the heteronormative culture that pressures both men and women to fit into a very specific ideal. The thought that... men are the breadwinners - theyre the ones that will be making the money - and women are the wives that are only meant to make babies. Like that is the ONLY thing that women are 'useful' for: to have heirs for their husbands. To continue on the legacy and carry the name. The name of the MAN, the husband. Because thats how it's 'meant' to be. That is what they have been taught.

Its actually an idealogy that you still see today, actually, in some cultures and societies, but thats neither here nor there. Mainly because im not talking about today, im talking about how it was in the time/setting that FE3H is place in. its defintiely more overt and blatant.

And, again, i think its a great place to explore said themes, especially for characters that don't fit those norms. at all. People like Mya, who are unable to have children of her own. So she has already 'lost' in terms of 'being an ideal woman.' To her, what she truly believes, her womanhood has stripped and lost. And jsut that thoguht alone is just very... heartbreaking, tragic, and extremely cruel. because its the thought that Mya didn't even get to really have a chance ever because that is what the society and culture has instilled in her ( and everybody elses ) heads.

Which is why she turns to becoming a knight. A weapon. For dimitri. for her king. She cant be useful as a woman, so therfore, the only thing left is to just be a mindless weapon, right? a loyal thing for her king. at least that's what i am understanding. ( you can correct me if i am wrong, blu . )

What i actually like, and enjoy, about felix is that.. UNLIKE mya - where she doesn't have the choice, it was taken from her - he actually chooses not to conform into the heteronormative culture that is pervasive in their society. He doesn't act very noble. At all.

Felix isn't a gentleman. He doesn't bother to be nice, or play into what their society wants him to be. He's an asshole. If anything, he really doesn't want ANYTHING to do with his name. ( not at first anyway . ) He does everything he can to just... not fit in because he doesn't want to fit in.

He's traumatized. He's been traumataized at a very early age. Earlier than most of the cast anyway. His dreams and ideals have been shattered very early. He was confronted with the horrors of reality, and... he doesn't like how the society and culture around him acts and pretends that these dreams are okay. When they aren't. They are glorified fantasies. But really, they are jsut nightmares painted and dressed up to be seen as innocent dreams. They are nothing but predatory. They feed on the innocent minds, and make them STUCK in a very toxic cycle.

But they are taught that this is the ideal. The perfect ideal. And the norms really do force them to really believe that is what they want. And its very cruel.

it's very obvious that.... people actually dont UNDERSTAND Felix. at all. Idk where the reading comprehension went but its completely lost. And it drives me up the wall that... people call him a woman hater. That hes a misogynist. ( he's not. he's also a man hater too trust me. he literally hatws everybody equally. ) Amongst other things. Despite the fact that he has some of the BETTER interactions and supports WITH WOMEN.

Felix is extremely misunderstood as a complex character because, like a majority of the cast, people cannot read with a critical mind and take things at face value.

Ive gon off but... what i really LIKE about exploring Felix with Mya, specifically, is that... these are two characters that are extremely traumatized. by the narrative. By the story. By their culture. By society. By their experiences. By everything. They are two people who... do NOT fit and conform into the heteronormative ideals, either by choice or not. They don't. they REALLY dont.

Mya cannot have children. She cannot be a woman. by their norms. Felix choses NOT to be the ideal man. Because their norms are very cruel.

She, of course, has a lot more struggles than he does, especially since it seems like he made that choice not to conform, but it doesn't mean that his trauma should be undermined either. Especailly since he's so EXTREMELY and acutely aware how awful their society is. to everybody. But he doesn't know how to fix or change it because he's just... be swept under the current. He doesn't know anything else. And, therefore, reacts. And reacts very aggressively.

I think its interesting because... one person ( mya ) isn't aware of it. Or maybe she is but doesnt want to come to terms with it. and she doesn't know what to do. Whereas the other ( felix ) IS aware of it, but is misunderstood. and he ALSO doesn't know what to do.

These two, along with so many of the other cast of fe3h, are VERY tragic characters. They are both forced to be/stuck in a society where they don't fit in. And they still have to carry on. Because what else can they do?

And, again, the rest of the cast, are also thrown in this time period too. They are all struggling with the same norms, like everybody else, and you can SEE that they are all suffereing. Because they want MORE to their lives than what the society has created for them. They want to fight for a change. for something better. They may not know what they want, but they know that it isn't what they have.

Which is why, i think, they find solace amongst each other. Because the world may be mucked up. Hell, even they might be a little fucked up, but they aren't, at least alone. They dont have to suffer alone.

Its why i, personally, adore a lot of the bonds in fe3h, and why i feel like a lot of dynamics work so well together because its so evident that...

these are just kids - these are very young adults - trying to make their lives a little less miserable.

They don't know what the fuck they are doing. They aren't perfect. but, DAMN.... they are really trying.

also behold Blu FE3H posting because that ask I wrote for @fraldareius got me thinking.

Mya can’t have children of her own, regardless of the verse, but this is the verse where I believe it impacts her most due to how the setting presents a highly heteronormative culture that pressures men and women to get married and have babies.

which is even more terrible for noble houses because they’re pressured to have children with crests (characteristics that allow them to inherit special powers). we also do know of a noble who adopted Mercedes just to marry her off for his own gain because she had a crest. the game mentions it very clearly.

what does this mean for Mya? she’d have an easier time forming romantic bonds with women than men because she doesn’t feel the same sense of obligation as she does with men. with men, she’d likely feel she is defective because she won’t be able to give them babies. something is wrong with her. why would a man choose to marry her, given all this?

it’s why she never told Dimitri how she felt about him. now, no, I don’t think the love she has of him is inherently romantic. but she had no other frame of reference. she thought it was romantic, hence scandalous, a childish dream she shouldn’t nurture. yes, it’s true, she didn’t consult his POV on this matter. but given what she knows in her cultural context, she thought it was better to back off and say nothing. she feared being rejected.

now, no, I don’t strictly ship Mya ONLY with Dimitri, although he will always be her King and she will always revere him. but she will have an easier time romantically engaging women than men. especially if the men in question are of noble standing. she doesn’t want to face the pain, the anxiety, the sorrow that the tough conversation tm would bring forth.

this isn’t to say she can’t have healthy, fulfilling bonds with men. she can. but she will always be horribly anxious about it first, and she will torture herself over it before giving them the information she doesn’t as per se want to disclose. yet she feels it’s honorable to do so. and if they decide they want her nonetheless, she will have them, gladly so.

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@fraldareius | in response to ...

She possesses the tenderness of a wild beast, a thing that will bare its fangs, lunge at you, charging with savage ferocity, gnaw off your arm at a moment's notice, if that notice is to come at all. Were it to emerge to begin with, it would not be enough, for before the utterance would be complete, the slaughter would be unfold. She bears the gentleness of a she-wolf, starved and perilous in her murderous manners of existing, writing poetry of slaughter in the world both within and outside herself. All she sees is red, a murder perpetually taking place inside her self as well. Is this not what a warrioress is meant to do, meant to be: blind instrument of slaughter?

Though, is that truly everything she may envision herself to be? Is it, Ana-Maria Lupu? Or shall I refer to you as Lupoaica, this fearsome figure, this beast from whose figure your family's seal has found inspiration in respect to imagery?

There is so little left of a "her", it may be adequate for us to refer to this feral creature as "it", word associated with objects, animals, all beings that do not possess certain qualities for us to be able to form the perception of a "she". For all this, there is the vessel encasing this heart, ever burning, ever wild, that continues to pose difficulties in this area of defining. Woman-beast, beast-woman, hollow and howling wraith of wrath, woman, human, child, girl, woman, beast.

Beast. Beast. Beast.

Why do you weep, then? would her inner voice question when her fingernails dig so deeply into the cloth of other's clothing that she could nearly rip it to shreds. Why do you weep, ferocious beast? would her inner voice continue to torment her when, after years of bearing the unbearable, she cannot continue to carry this weight any longer. This is so disgraceful! So shameful! How can this infuriatingly weak vessel of hers, wrought of soft muscle and never unbreakable bone and crimson ichor, betray her like this? Has it been something Felix has spoken of? Has it been something that has snapped in her mind? Or has it simply been that she has slaughtered herself for nothing, that the transformation into an instrument of slaughter out of a human woman is not a process that has yet been perfected?

The words that slip out of her mouth, after the consumption of the disgraceful act of being perceived as so horribly weak is done, bear the aforementioned tenderness. It is strange, foreign, a broken sound that belongs to someone she cannot recognize. Whenever it is she glances upon her own features reflected back from the cold water with which she washes her face whenever she rises from her bed, she knows not who it is glancing at her: a ghost, a collective graveyard, a keeper of memory, a remnant of the little girl she has sought to murder and bury, or all at once?

We don't have to talk about it, Felix finally relieves her of the obligation of further making a disgrace of herself by bleeding, in metaphor, on him, on his clothing, and in front of him. To that, he earns a worn out exhaling breath, its warmth briefly wandering on his chest as she remains there, her ear capturing the quickened rhythm of his heartbeat. The ache in her head will not promise to yield soon, neither the sting of her eyes. More cold water will do. Later. For now, she supposes this strange gesture, this thing that resembles a decent notion of closeness will suffice. For now. Just this once!

"Good," the redhead mumbles in return, "I'd hate letting you, or anyone else for that matter, see this weakness in me." He is a man of the Kingdom, and this thought does very little to comfort her. For all that, it may at the very least present her with the assurance Felix is more than wholly capable of understanding the privilege she has given him, albeit not willingly on her end. "If you tell anyone you have seen me weeping," she threatens, though her threat contains the trace of a jest, "I will steal all of your socks." A few tears continue to fall and water her war-beaten face. In contrast, smile comes to bloom on her lips, accompanied by a sound that nearly can be likened to a weakened chuckle, her arms encircling his waist in a firm embrace.

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FRALDAREIUS' ( @fraldareius ) FELIX HAS ADDRESSED THE EMERGING SHE-WOLF :

[ brush ] / [ braid ] + [ silence ] + [ lean ] : source

blessed . one could , would , say . to have another chance to do this again . with her . a peculiar and INTIMATE closeness ; something that only SOME can understand , just by being in close quarters . no words spoken - no words need be spoken - to feel the sort of forlorned yearning he must have had to EXPERIENCE this again . the contentment and peace it gives . just to EXIST beside one another . mayhaps she feels it too . and the fulfillment it brings .

yes . blessed . it is a correct word for this here . if not for the fact that this was felix hugo fraldarius . never in the span of his life would he EVER admit to it , let alone SAY it himself . being blessed . it is not a word in his vocabulary . ( word does not even exist ! ) but it does not mean that he is unappreciative - he is . because , again , there is SOMETHING about it that he so endearingly ached for once more . in the time that was spent apart from her , he knew . felix knew ! that this was something he just wanted ( no , needed ! ) in his life .

so one cannot simply BLAME him , then , for what he commits to doing next . nor should he be questioned for it . ( please , PLEASE ... do not ask why . ) only after he sets the brush down , beside him , on the bed , and only after lowering his hands , to look upon the work that he has done to her hair , strands and locks thoughtfully taken care of , does he reach his arms around her . PULLING her closer to him in an embrace , from behind . head resting against the nape of her neck . he BREATHES her scent in deeply , yet quietly - as if he were simply trying to refresh himself of how she smelt , just like the days of their past .

oh ! how he missed her so !

❛ you've let your hair grow out ... ❜ | MUNDANE INTIMACY PROMPTS. ACCEPTING !

His presence is, as ever, a relief in the aspect in which she is not required to speak for him to understand her. Ana-Maria, the fierce She-Wolf fire-wrought and fire-adorned and fire-kissed and fire-scarred, needs not to humiliate herself by uttering disgusting statements such as, I am in pain. To do so would be to unveil her wounds to the sight of any, to ask for pity, to ask for mercy. And she wishes for the compassion and the pity of none! Those sentiments are given only to weak creatures, unable to dig themselves out of the pit of despair. This sort of manner of existence is unthinkable to her.

Instinct beckons that she raises her right hand to fix the armory piece on her shoulder... only to find the shoulder empty, save for the light linen cloth of her shirt. A frown, then, comes to crown her brow, bending it in its characteristic forms. Oh! That is correct! She has not been required to wear any pieces of armory for quite some time now. Yet, one truth remains unaltered: you may tear away the warrior from the battlefield, though this implies not the battlefield may be torn away from the warrior's memory. These are the thoughts swirling through her mind all the while Felix takes to brushing her hair. When was the last time that someone brushed her hair?

His embrace she does not expect, but she does not reject it, either. He pulls her closer to himself and she allows it. Her skin grows accustomed to the sensation of his breath when she feels it upon herself. No word is spoken for a time, as she raises a hand to cover one of his, her grasp firm. A wild thing knows not how to gently grasp anything! In front of Felix, she needs not conceal the sharpness of her fangs or of her claws. He is more than able to withstand it, as much as she is able to withstand his own. Ana-Maria's eyes fall shut.

Two ferocious elements, fire and ice, dancing together in what could be the mutual undoing of one another. For, indeed, the fire melts the ice, transforming it into water. Then, the water may emerge to stifle the fire, all until cold ashes is all that remains, staining the water that comes to drown the ashes, staining it gray. It is thus that her mind translates the meeting of theirs, a possibility of coming undone at the hands of his, should Felix merely wish for it. Oh, but that does not mean there is any intent on her end to let him fulfill that thought, should he only try to entertain it. If the bite of the ice of his would seek to undo her then so, too, shall the ferocious touch of her fire seek to undo him!

"I have," Ana-Maria responds. Oh, he has taken note! Of course he has! He does possess quite the keen, observant eye, the eye that is very much akin to sharpened knife, prepared to split her open so that he may witness her insides, in their full ugliness. There has been a time when the mere notion of permitting him to see that deeply into her would so easily agitate her, scandalize her! Is she not meant to be an ideal warrior: fearless, flawless, without a single trace of easily detectable weakness?! In front of Felix, there has never been a need for such useless displays of strength for he, too, has always seen this aforementioned ideal to be a substitute for an emptiness (or madness?) beyond describing. There is nothing beautiful in spilling blood, as there is nothing glorious in dying at the tip of another's sword. Death is death. Only mad ones beautify rot, decay, and all that is putrid!

"Do you like my hair?" It is, perhaps, the most foolish of all inquiries she could choose, yet she knows not what else to speak of, what else to ask. There are parts of Felix so thoroughly well-known to her because they may be traced within herself, too. Neither of them would find themselves too fond of the idea of speaking of matters that imply a beckoning of a bleeding in metaphor in front of one another. Besides, what purpose do such queries hold if not to serve as knives for the cutting?

[fraldareius]

( @fraldareius' ) FELIX TEASES THE NOW EMERGED SHE-WOLF : ❛ the things i’d do to you if we weren’t out in public … ❜ ( sexual tension prompts. accepting ! )

This gathering, as many gatherings these days do, require a special attention towards mundane business. It is a much welcomed change of pace. Not one single man or woman sane of mind would wish to return to the days of war, when everything that surrounded them was massacre, madness, bloodshed, the implied need to kill those who were once their schoolmates, friends even. Still, a mind trained in the fires of battle finds itself often wishing to burn itself out more, more, more. So, this welcomed respite brings about, at times, a specific sort of boredom.

Despite the boring, time-consuming nature of some tasks, the rebuilding of the Kingdom is still a necessary process, one for which they, too, are responsible. No, it wasn't them who wished for this war, this destruction, all this death, all this ruination for nothing. But, such is the way of life, the way of the world. We cannot always decide what comes to befall us. We can only decide how to move along with the world, how we keep up the pace with every change around us or whether we remain ever facing backwards, to the past.

Felix, fellow beast in human skin, leans closer to the redhead's ear, whispering such delicious advances to her! "Duke Fraldarius!" Ana-Maria chuckles, feigning surprise at this breach of etiquette as she barely audibly lets out a practiced gasp, placing a hand on her chest as she whispers in return, "Might I remind you that we are to mind this very important task of reviewing these reports? Are they not a crucial part of our work now?" The laugh that comes afterwards cannot be helped. She only addresses him by his proper title as a means to tease him in return, to jest.

The warrioress bears more than an assumption or an idea of what precisely he would do, were they to be located in the privacy of a place far more suitable for them to begin to try and sate their insatiable desire towards one another. She is well-acquainted with the depths of his longing, reveling in how it appears he can never get enough of her, adoring how Felix would seek to overwhelm her only to find a passionate blaze matching the intensity of his own. And, were the woman to be wholly truthful, she, too, can never have enough of him, even if she were to eat him right up.

Momentarily, the study space is for them alone, and she takes this opportunity to claim a brief kiss from his lips, moving closer to him from her seat, her mouth on his ear, "I think I know what you mean." Oh, mind not the sneaky hand creeping up on his thigh, squeezing muscle underneath clothing, cheeky and bold in approach, thankful nonetheless for the fact her hand is hidden from sight by the desk at which they are seated!

"How would you have me, hmmm?" the fire-bathed one inquires, voice a murmur discreet so only Felix can hear, yet there is nothing timid in how she seeks to break apart his composure (Does she need to depose much effort towards achieving this, though?), "Would you put my hands over my head, hold my wrists down and ravish me until I come undone? Or, would you have me on you instead?" A smile of mischief blooms upon her features. "Oh, think of it, my Lord! Do imagine me, as I pursue my own bliss and yours alike, slow in the beginning so that I can feel every bit of you properly." Her tongue flicks over his ear as she speaks, already sensing an aching burning there, between her thighs, "And, then, I would quicken the pace, drinking in your every ragged breath, every gasp and moan, until I feel you as your pleasure is given to me wholly."

Clearing her throat, Ana-Maria straightens her sitting position, breathing in and out, blinking momentarily as if to dry and drag herself back to reality. But, she knows. Oh, how she knows! These reports are most certainly not getting done this afternoon, are they now? "Well," she now plays the part of the much duty-driven official, "What a shame we cannot indulge, don't you think?" Each spoken word is every bit a dare for, even as she does take hold of a particular paper, her storm gray eyes remained fixed on Felix as she licks her lips, biting her lower one. "The thought of you inside me is enough to drive me to madness! It's as though you possessed a map of my body, knowing precisely where to touch me, how to take me, how to move in such a way that leaves my knees trembling! What I feel with you I do not think I have felt with any other."

[fraldareius]

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