12-21-2020, 05:03 PM
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— it felt like everything was falling apart. flintlock had to say goodbye to the kids and the carers. the group was on the verge of war with bluestem, and tensions rose within the group with every passing moment. everyone was disturbed, and shocked, and scared. after all, nobody prepared themselves for the moments like these, where everything was falling apart all around them. everyone shied away from the imminent and daunting change. though in some ways, freddie felt like he was born for it.
there were nights he’d stay awake late into the night - not out of fear, but out of sheer anticipation. he was going to make flintlock proud with their war plans, he just knew it. they would make a name for themselves and come out of it victorious. all because of fred… it gave him a rush to think of all the bloodshed that would paint the ground. to think of him standing on top, praised and revered… if it meant all of these pillars surrounding him and flintlock had to fall away, then it would be worth it, he figured. in some ways, he enjoyed watching everything around him get torn apart.
though when everything around him fell apart, fred looking around at the rubble and smoke, there was something that stood standing among the ashes and ruins. there she always was, looking him right in the eyes with a familiar look. his lips wanted to twitch into a genuine smile every time he saw her. mollie hawthorne. who knew that a name alone could be so powerful as to make frederick stirling of all people feel weak? everything was changing, but his and mollie’s friendship… it was only ever-growing. he couldn’t deny any longer how he felt about her.
freddie was in love. and he was goddamn terrified.
”when did i sign up for this?” he muttered halfheartedly, turning to look over his shoulder at mollie seated peacefully on the top of a sled. all while he slaved away, pulling on the rope to travel through the fresh snow. he turned his head to look at the blanket of white ahead of them. “this should be jimmy’s job, really.” as much as he seemed to be giving mollie a hard time, he had to admit that he genuinely was having fun. it was grueling - or he was just being over dramatic - but it felt worth it. there was a gentle racing of his heart, gentle laughter stuck in his chest, his cheeks dusted with gentle red from the cold breeze... he huffed as he continued to drag the sled along, heading for what looked like a promising hill to sled down.
then, a sudden, smug look came across his features for a brief moment. he then spared a glance towards mollie - her only warning before he turned to face her, grip tightening around the rope as starting to pick up speed. “would jimmy do- this?” he jested, a grin on his lips as he started to shake the sled around, jostling it this way and that. his gaze only occasionally looking up to look at mollie, gauge her reaction - as if, if she wasn’t enjoying it, he would actually stop. usually he teased people to annoy them. to hurt them. though, it looked as if he was careful with mollie. as if he never wanted to hurt her.
he didn’t try to get under her skin. besides, him and mollie were so close already, he didn’t think he could get any closer to her if he tried (and it terrified him. it terrified him that the only direction they could go from here was downwards). he tried to dismiss the thought with a quick shake of his head, grinning as he kept tossing the sled this way and that. “think you’ve had enough, hawthorne?”
/// i'm so sorry for how bad this post is y i k e s
— it felt like everything was falling apart. flintlock had to say goodbye to the kids and the carers. the group was on the verge of war with bluestem, and tensions rose within the group with every passing moment. everyone was disturbed, and shocked, and scared. after all, nobody prepared themselves for the moments like these, where everything was falling apart all around them. everyone shied away from the imminent and daunting change. though in some ways, freddie felt like he was born for it.
there were nights he’d stay awake late into the night - not out of fear, but out of sheer anticipation. he was going to make flintlock proud with their war plans, he just knew it. they would make a name for themselves and come out of it victorious. all because of fred… it gave him a rush to think of all the bloodshed that would paint the ground. to think of him standing on top, praised and revered… if it meant all of these pillars surrounding him and flintlock had to fall away, then it would be worth it, he figured. in some ways, he enjoyed watching everything around him get torn apart.
though when everything around him fell apart, fred looking around at the rubble and smoke, there was something that stood standing among the ashes and ruins. there she always was, looking him right in the eyes with a familiar look. his lips wanted to twitch into a genuine smile every time he saw her. mollie hawthorne. who knew that a name alone could be so powerful as to make frederick stirling of all people feel weak? everything was changing, but his and mollie’s friendship… it was only ever-growing. he couldn’t deny any longer how he felt about her.
freddie was in love. and he was goddamn terrified.
”when did i sign up for this?” he muttered halfheartedly, turning to look over his shoulder at mollie seated peacefully on the top of a sled. all while he slaved away, pulling on the rope to travel through the fresh snow. he turned his head to look at the blanket of white ahead of them. “this should be jimmy’s job, really.” as much as he seemed to be giving mollie a hard time, he had to admit that he genuinely was having fun. it was grueling - or he was just being over dramatic - but it felt worth it. there was a gentle racing of his heart, gentle laughter stuck in his chest, his cheeks dusted with gentle red from the cold breeze... he huffed as he continued to drag the sled along, heading for what looked like a promising hill to sled down.
then, a sudden, smug look came across his features for a brief moment. he then spared a glance towards mollie - her only warning before he turned to face her, grip tightening around the rope as starting to pick up speed. “would jimmy do- this?” he jested, a grin on his lips as he started to shake the sled around, jostling it this way and that. his gaze only occasionally looking up to look at mollie, gauge her reaction - as if, if she wasn’t enjoying it, he would actually stop. usually he teased people to annoy them. to hurt them. though, it looked as if he was careful with mollie. as if he never wanted to hurt her.
he didn’t try to get under her skin. besides, him and mollie were so close already, he didn’t think he could get any closer to her if he tried (and it terrified him. it terrified him that the only direction they could go from here was downwards). he tried to dismiss the thought with a quick shake of his head, grinning as he kept tossing the sled this way and that. “think you’ve had enough, hawthorne?”
/// i'm so sorry for how bad this post is y i k e s
[align=center][div style="width:345px; font-family: arial; font-size:10pt; color: #060845;"]DON'T JUST STAND AND STARE
[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