07-08-2020, 03:26 AM
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— fred couldn’t say he had ever really let anyone besides family close enough. perhaps that was why it was as terrifying as it was to even entertain the thought of letting someone know his best and his worst pieces- maybe that was why he was terrified that there was someone so worthwhile that just the thought of her alone kept him up at night. love was just a losing battle when freddie was in the equation; even he understood that.
humming a quiet note of laughter - as if he could possibly understand blake’s pain - he rested his head against folded arms, laying on his stomach. what was his reason for staying up? fred was hardly ever an open book. however, he was fairly good at faking it. a gentle smile on his lips, he explained casually, “just can’t sleep. my sleep schedule’s been thrown off with all of this village work.” lying came naturally to all stirlings.
he turned his head as eddie strolled in - of course - to grab a bottle of whiskey. did ed even have to ask? judging by him fetching three glasses without even waiting for an answer, fred shifted around to sit up. “do you ever sleep? or is that below you now, too?” not that eddie’s standards for himself seemed to be particularly high at this point, fred smugly told himself. though tempting to make more of a jab to his dear cousin, he figured it was best to hold his tongue to the person pouring him a glass of whiskey.
— fred couldn’t say he had ever really let anyone besides family close enough. perhaps that was why it was as terrifying as it was to even entertain the thought of letting someone know his best and his worst pieces- maybe that was why he was terrified that there was someone so worthwhile that just the thought of her alone kept him up at night. love was just a losing battle when freddie was in the equation; even he understood that.
humming a quiet note of laughter - as if he could possibly understand blake’s pain - he rested his head against folded arms, laying on his stomach. what was his reason for staying up? fred was hardly ever an open book. however, he was fairly good at faking it. a gentle smile on his lips, he explained casually, “just can’t sleep. my sleep schedule’s been thrown off with all of this village work.” lying came naturally to all stirlings.
he turned his head as eddie strolled in - of course - to grab a bottle of whiskey. did ed even have to ask? judging by him fetching three glasses without even waiting for an answer, fred shifted around to sit up. “do you ever sleep? or is that below you now, too?” not that eddie’s standards for himself seemed to be particularly high at this point, fred smugly told himself. though tempting to make more of a jab to his dear cousin, he figured it was best to hold his tongue to the person pouring him a glass of whiskey.
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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