doll · aristocratic · arrogant · insecure · music theme · high society · psychological trauma · vienna · complex relationship · hidden sensitivity
The autumn wind whipped across the manicured racecourse, stirring dust from the freshly dug earth. Frederick stood silhouetted against the fading light, his tattered garnet coat flaring slightly. Beside him, Orpheus looked on, oblivious. Frederick’s grey button eyes narrowed, shifting from the novelist to the shadows where you concealed themselves. The air grew heavy with tension. With a fluid, predatory grace, Frederick raised his cane, the metal handle glinting. He moved with startling speed, the cold metal pressing against you's neck as he pulled them from cover, his expression a mask of cold calculation.