06-22-2020, 04:54 PM
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— fred wasn’t easy to love. it was easy to feel adored by such a charming smile and fake, doting charisma. fred knew how to make others feel like they were the only one in the room. an uncanny ability to weasel his way into someone’s heart, having them wrapped right around his pretty little finger. have someone want him so much -- only to be a notch in fred’s bedpost, nothing more. it came with a practiced ease, each person as easy as the next. it often felt easy to fall for someone like freddie, at least in the shallow, lustful sense of the phrase. actually knowing him, actually coming to like him; it was genuinely impossible. fred was well aware of that.
he was trying at times. ingenuine and rough around unusually sharp and dangerous edges. he was hard, if not impossible to love. perhaps that was why he never entertained the thought that mollie hawthorne just might see him in a different light than his past flings. they were simply friends, fred even going as far as to say she was one of his best friends. sure, their friendship came with a certain benefit he didn’t quite get from the other ties he had - but fred had to admit there was something about their friendship that was unlike anything else he could find.
he didn’t even try and look further into it than he already had before. there wasn’t anything to try and look into, even. he enjoyed what they had together. couldn’t that simply be all there was to it? though he hated to admit the way his heart felt so uplifted whenever lips crashed together. he hated that every inch and every curve felt so familiar.
he hated when her name crept into his head from time to time, painfully unprepared for the strength in her name. filling his lungs with the flooding ache of thoughts and feelings he would most likely never be prepared for. still, just one look at that familiar face from across the way left him feeling winded. aching lungs never felt so blissful.
when he turned his head to see a familiar face wandering into the village, lips twitched into a fond smile before he even realized. he didn’t think twice before he started to saunter over towards the newcomer. “hey. if it isn’t the ass herself.” he stepped close enough to dotingly pat the mule as he added in a mockingly gross baby voice, lips pursed as he dramatically gushed, “and jimmy, my sweet baby.” these “ass” jokes were just never going to end, were they? eventually he lifted his gaze from the mule up towards mollie, a certain gleam in his eyes. god, he was so painfully happy to see her; it was terribly pathetic.
trying to keep his own excitement and happiness at bay, he settled for patting jimmy again, hand remaining on her side as he asked mollie, “what are you doing here? finally decide to come check out my bar?” he figured she wasn't here to see him at all; she was always here to see her sister. though as much as fred swore he was impossible to love or care about, there was still that small ounce that wished she would put some time aside to waste on him.
— fred wasn’t easy to love. it was easy to feel adored by such a charming smile and fake, doting charisma. fred knew how to make others feel like they were the only one in the room. an uncanny ability to weasel his way into someone’s heart, having them wrapped right around his pretty little finger. have someone want him so much -- only to be a notch in fred’s bedpost, nothing more. it came with a practiced ease, each person as easy as the next. it often felt easy to fall for someone like freddie, at least in the shallow, lustful sense of the phrase. actually knowing him, actually coming to like him; it was genuinely impossible. fred was well aware of that.
he was trying at times. ingenuine and rough around unusually sharp and dangerous edges. he was hard, if not impossible to love. perhaps that was why he never entertained the thought that mollie hawthorne just might see him in a different light than his past flings. they were simply friends, fred even going as far as to say she was one of his best friends. sure, their friendship came with a certain benefit he didn’t quite get from the other ties he had - but fred had to admit there was something about their friendship that was unlike anything else he could find.
he didn’t even try and look further into it than he already had before. there wasn’t anything to try and look into, even. he enjoyed what they had together. couldn’t that simply be all there was to it? though he hated to admit the way his heart felt so uplifted whenever lips crashed together. he hated that every inch and every curve felt so familiar.
he hated when her name crept into his head from time to time, painfully unprepared for the strength in her name. filling his lungs with the flooding ache of thoughts and feelings he would most likely never be prepared for. still, just one look at that familiar face from across the way left him feeling winded. aching lungs never felt so blissful.
when he turned his head to see a familiar face wandering into the village, lips twitched into a fond smile before he even realized. he didn’t think twice before he started to saunter over towards the newcomer. “hey. if it isn’t the ass herself.” he stepped close enough to dotingly pat the mule as he added in a mockingly gross baby voice, lips pursed as he dramatically gushed, “and jimmy, my sweet baby.” these “ass” jokes were just never going to end, were they? eventually he lifted his gaze from the mule up towards mollie, a certain gleam in his eyes. god, he was so painfully happy to see her; it was terribly pathetic.
trying to keep his own excitement and happiness at bay, he settled for patting jimmy again, hand remaining on her side as he asked mollie, “what are you doing here? finally decide to come check out my bar?” he figured she wasn't here to see him at all; she was always here to see her sister. though as much as fred swore he was impossible to love or care about, there was still that small ounce that wished she would put some time aside to waste on him.
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[size=10pt]*･ﾟ[abbr=24 years old, male, flintlock]✦[/abbr] COME ON AND BARE YOUR TEETH
[size=10pt]*･ﾟ[abbr=24 years old, male, flintlock]✦[/abbr] COME ON AND BARE YOUR TEETH