#pickagod

   with cheerful steps does he make his way to where frederick stands.  ( the army’s most admirable and dedicated knight ; chrom’s trusted handler ; the man who is the prime example of all knightdom !! )  a grin is present on the brunet’s face as he bounds next to him, clenched hand lifting with puerile determination.

Where do they see themselves in five years?

Henri doesn’t see much for his future. After the war, he thinks that he might be living a lonely and burdened life. Unless he can find someone who considers him worth anything, and he finds himself useful to them, he doesn’t know how far he’d go. Hell, he might join another war. 

How do they want to die?

Henri doesn’t enjoy pain, and he wants to perish in a quick and painless way. He wouldn’t care how, but in reality he doesn’t want any loved ones to see him die. 

What would they want to be remembered for? 

A calm period of time was left to those at war, when they were at camp, when the enemy wasn’t near. NORMALLY those were still antsy during this time, yet Henri took this chance to relax, to actually think for once, and to bother others into speaking with him. That victim tonight would have to be Frederick, who he had grown to find pleasant and easy to talk to...sometimes. 

Making his presence known, delicate fingers tapping on the others shoulder. Henri stood up straight, making himself seem a bit taller. 

     “ Frederick! You’re not busy, are you? ”

What a dynamic duo, right?

whispers thank you so much??

i have anxiety so this is p normal for me. I just feel like I'm being annoying tonight so-- 

Send ღ for a first kiss between our muses.

It was a sudden action that Gaius didn't have a moment to put any kind of say in at all. The knight had said something and the thief only managed to get part of what had been uttered before he felt those metal covered fingers against his jaw. Saliva is being swallowed down in his throat and his brow is knitted together, confusion written on the thief's face before he realizes what had been said to him.

'Teach me what a kiss is.'

Gloved fingers reach up and grab the wrist of the hand on his jaw, green eyes peering up into those of the knight's. A kiss wasn't something special to the thief so he had nothing to lose but Frederick asking him to be his teacher, well, it had the thief questioning. Why him? And shouldn't Frederick be saving kisses for those he truly adores? A sigh leaves the theif's lips and he mutters something akin to 'Alright' and presses up on his toes to reach the height of the brunet.

He's thankful that the knight was courteous enough to lean down where Gaius couldn't reach and it's then that the thief had taken to craning his neck and pressing his lips gently against Frederick's. Just a small peck, a gentle chaste action and as much as Gaius wants to show the knight a something deeper, he settles for just that and lowers himself back to the ground, gaze fixing on the knight.

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