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[beech]

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amalthesia, the flying ship ► ☆
► friech & berette

feytalis ► ☆
► chesh & usartas

land of four seasons ► ☆
► aisuma & gable
► engel & gable
► aisuma & gable & nilak
► aisuma & nilak + gable
► aisuma & gable & nilak 2

magaug club, the ► ☆
► the whole magaug club

paradise island ► ☆
► lial & luceme 2 (chronologically first)
► lial & luceme

yozellin ► ☆
► palmer & asuen & lewin

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→ friech • berette

[beech]

Overhead, the sky was an unbroken canvas of blue. A lazy breeze stirred Friech’s hair as he climbed up the gentle slope of a green, grassy hill and he took a moment to be incredulous at how beautiful this day turned out to be.

“Hah… just a… huff… second…”

…and, it was spoiled by the figure behind him. Friech turned, bracing himself with the heels of his feet digging into the ground, and looked down. There, a few paces below, Berette had stopped and stooped over with his hands planted on the front of his legs, his back heaving. As if he sensed Friech was looking down at him, he lifted one hand, holding up one finger as a signal to wait.

“I thought you were a knight,” Friech murmured, a twinge of incredulousness bleeding into his tone.

In fact, he knew for a fact that Berette was. He had been there when he’d fought off sky pirates, he’d seen him swinging his great sword with a fearless, toothy grin on his face and a bright gleam in his eyes. He hadn’t had to stop for a break at all, such that Friech had marvelled at his strength.

The panting larvestri below was hardly the same. Friech shook his head at his past self.

“Just ‘cause—haa—I’m a knight doesn’t mean—phew—I like climbing hills.”

Friech looked skyward briefly, as if asking something up there to bestow upon him patience and clarity as to why he enjoyed the presence of this idiot so much, and glanced down when Berette recovered himself, clearing his throat. The larvestri picked up his pace to step up alongside Friech, his huge tail swinging behind him.

Perhaps that extra weight bogged him down, the absurd thought came to him, as quickly dismissed. That tail was all fluff. Friech had touched it himself. Mind, Berette could harden that fur into a ruthless weapon when he needed to, but when he didn’t it was like putting your hand on a cloud of somehow fluffy silk.

“Okay, I’m all good,” Berette declared brightly, like he had something to be proud of.

Friech found it easier just to resume their climb up than to needle him about why he sounded pleased with himself. The hill levelled out slowly, rounding as they came to the top, broad-branched trees here. It was the perfect spot for a couple to come and look out over the scenery.

Well, they were a couple, but the idea of a romantic afternoon spent gazing off hand-in-hand over the scenery wasn’t super realistic, because…

“I’m starving!” Berette took a few steps ahead, his tail swinging behind him before he plopped unceremoniously down and planted his hands on his knees, his eyes gleaming with eagerness. “C’mon, Friech, let’s eat.”

In Friech’s hand was a picnic basket. He carried it over to where Berette had just collapsed himself in the grass and dirt and thought of the picnic blanket he had brought and felt a little stupid for doing so. He should’ve known it wouldn’t see use. But, taking a seat next to him, he found the ground warm and pleasant and exhaled a sigh, the picnic basket set between his legs for now, even though Berette made a few grabbing motions for it with his hand.

His nose was twitching furiously, his upper body moving in short, restless wiggles.

“What did you bring? You brought some of your bread, right? I smelled it baking this morning.” He looked like he was going to start salivating all over himself too. Friech stared at him with exasperation, but he flipped open the top of the basket. Sure enough, he had made his bread. He knew just how much this idiot enjoyed it.

Their first meeting had been because of this bread. Berette had said something Friech had dismissed as ridiculous, an impassioned demand for Friech to marry him because damned if he wouldn’t want to wake up and eat this bread every day!

“Were you lurking around my kitchen again?”

Berette just grinned unapologetically, his ears twitching.

“I’ll tell Nyrikki and you can explain to him what you were doing while we were all supposed to be minding the ship’s descent,” Friech murmured, turning his head down to look into his basket. He idly picked through it as he felt Berette quiver in front of him.

“You wouldn’t do that to me! You’re madly in love with me, right?”

It was cute how he didn’t sound certain.

Friech wondered when he started thinking every little thing Berette did was cute. Sigh.

He saw red in his periphery and glanced up. There was Berette closer than he had been, with his vivid teal eyes, his red fur, an uncertain cock to his head and lift of his eyebrows. It was a pitiful expression on him and Friech had to really struggle against the smile dying to make itself known, but he kept his features as composed as possible and stared back.

“I suppose I won’t, this once. Here.”

He pulled one of his loaves of bread from his basket. It wasn’t necessary for him to have packed loaves along with the other things he had prepared (sandwiches, fruits, other assorted treats) but—he knew well Berette’s love for food and had no doubt he’d down it in a second. Nothing ever went to waste with Berette around.

Immediately, Berette’s face lit up and he closed his eyes, opening his mouth in expectancy.

Though considering leaving him hanging to see if his ears would droop like a woeful dog’s, Friech nevertheless brought the bread close enough for those teeth to bite down on it with a crunch of relish. Oh, good, the crust came out well.

Berette’s eyebrows drew together and his ears quivered, even the tip of his nose twitching as he chewed, and then leaned in to blindly eat the rest out of Friech’s hand.

It was kind of like feeding an animal.

…Especially when Berette licked his palm.

Frowning, Friech pinched his ear with his free hand in punishment, and Berette snorted a laugh into his fingers before pulling back. He shimmied closer, though, until they were pressed side-to-side, Berette’s tail sweeping to encircle him, and Friech’s thoughts from earlier came back. The mental image, of a couple sitting close cuddled up together, just gazing in wonder at the scenery.

Berette wasn’t romantic but, well—

Maybe he was affectionate enough that it could happen.