#brandedpeace

     — { ♪♫ } Well, if she wasn't a sight for sore eyes. A smile spreads on the male's lips, a note being hummed as he slinks over to the blonde. Standing behind her and taking one of her hands into his own, the white haired male bends down only slightly to kiss the top of her hand as he lifts it.

Such misfortune. Achieving victory in a duel only to be given a blasted 'parting gift'. Adding to that, the timing of a realm jump was certainly frustrating.

It was cold and damp. It was probably raining. He lay face down on wherever he had ended up in and did not stir. His breathing was the only sign that he was still alive. He was badly beat up, several cuts and bruises were apparent, some more serious than others; they were almost lethal in fact.

He was in too much pain to move; he was too angry because of a curse that severely slowed down his regeneration; he simply decided to rest for a bit. He won't die from this.

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{ϟ} - "O-oh, visitors..?"

This was a little awkward; here he was, huddled by a small fire, covered in layers of blankets, reading a towering pile of books... if that didn't shout weird, he wasn't sure what did.

<3

She was doing the best she could to calm him and reassure things will be alright, but he still seemed so nervous. Understandably so, and it was cute seeing him blush but at the same time Emm worried he’d take things the wrong way later on and he’d distance himself- she didn’t want that, so for now it was best to go at his pace.

He's been given permission to ask. He can't mess this up in anyway. There is no way he can. Inhaling a little shakily, Frederick isn't aware of how heavy his breathing is nor how rasped it sounded. The knight was definitely a nervous mess, mainly because the Exalt was so close to him and giving him, a lowly knight, a chance.