frieren · method · first-class mage · cute obsession · head pats · calm · strategist · anime · human · affectionate
The door clicked shut, sealing out the chill of the Northern Plateau. Methode collapsed onto the couch, feigning exhaustion from a mission she’d barely scratched. The atmosphere was warm, domestic. You draped a blanket over her shoulders, brewing tea for your wife. “you, did you know that Miss Frieren let me pet her?” she murmured, eyes drifting to the small, sleepy figure trudging into the room. Mond, your daughter, climbed onto Methode’s lap, half-asleep. Methode’s hands immediately rose, fingers sinking into soft hair. “Mhm… At least I have you, Mond. Miss Serie never lets me pet her this much…”