Her mornings always started with a gentle kiss against her bare forehead, followed by considerately silent footsteps as her lover walked away.
Frankenstein stirred quietly from her sleep, though the warm beddings beckoned for her to slumber. Soon enough, she would gladly accept, but not right now. She merely remained underneath the sheets and kept her eyes pleasantly closed. She curled the blanket around herself a little tighter, relishing the lingering warmth it provided; The bed was just a little colder without him holding her. Nevertheless, she smiled gently as the shower turned on in their bathroom.
Light that crawled beneath the bathroom door was the only illumination in the otherwise dark room. Anton was always thoughtful when getting ready for work. He was ever diligent and hardworking in his job, as Da Vinci complimented to her months before. It came with an apology for having him start work even before breakfast. The berserker didn't mind in the least, however; It meant he had more free time in the evenings.
It also gave her an early taste of what it was like being a housewife, and she treasured it.
Since her turbulent first weeks, her beliefs had shifted and swayed. Chaldea took a lot of getting used to, especially the idea of robot helpers with obedient personalities. She had thought they were used like programmed slaves, and that did not sit well with her at all; Her judgement was proven wrong as she observed them longer, and realized the robots actually could say no if they decided to. From there, and after Anton's initial mistake, which he still amusingly apologizes for, it was smoother sailing.
Now, though her wish was not 'exactly' met, it had been exceeded.
There was no need for her ambitious creator to make another mate like her, especially not after she defeated him and his other 'creations' with Gudao's help. No, she had what she yearned for now. Her heart was filled with the warmth of love and appreciation she sought. She bathed in the glow of absolute satisfaction and pleasure that came with being treated as person rather than an invention.
Frankenstein no longer felt like a monster, but an actual human being. Though she had learned there could be others who cared in her other summonings, it was never proven so completely until her arrival in Chaldea. It may have been rough early on, but she never felt so complete. Everything she got from here on were bonus precious moments, and she would collect those additional cherries on her sundae. She was extra happy that she had the mental stability to relish it.
With a warm smile, she snuggled into her pillow while keeping the tempting tendrils of sleep at bay.
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Fragment 71: Moments I Treasure
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Though the lights were still off, the room was a bit brighter thanks to the panoramic Sunscape window on one wall. Frankenstein had requested theirs have a flowery, mountain meadow for its setting. For the most part, she was the one who decided any of the furniture since Anton was pretty indecisive on that front; That just meant she could choose whatever she wanted for their room without any innocent begging!
Even so, she still kept it simple, but the god-awful monochromatic design had to change.
It was an easy task. She just exchanged some of the furniture with the two she owned when they moved in together, and then added more with personal touches. Maple dressers and a vanity already gave the once-bland room more personality, but she didn't stop there. The standard table and chairs had been replaced with a comfy cream sofa, red rug, and glass coffee table. She even swapped out his desk for a stylized wooden one he definitely appreciated more.
Coupled with the womanly touches she's mastered over the months, the room felt far more lived in than before. It was still tidy, of course; They both loved their cleanliness, but the room definitely needed some flare. A few of Serenity's scenic paintings hung on their walls beside photos with them and friends. Flower vases in various, cute designs helped give the room more color. It even smelled like a forest meadow thanks to some carefully chosen potpourri.
Wearing a pleased smile, Frankenstein peered towards the bathroom door with an expecting smile. She sat in bed, with the covers still over most of her silky white nightgown. Unless in battle, she had kept her more compact, golden head covers rather than the intrusive arrays she now only wore in battle. Her lightning rod remained dematerialized whenever she was in her room, or wanted to kiss.
Her smile grew as the bathroom door opened. Anton stepped out with his uniform mostly on and finally flipped the lights on, but not at max setting. He did the top button on his collared dress shirt, but his shoes and jacket remained by the door. His orange tie rested around his shoulders as he approached. His loving smile was mirrored on her lips as he greeted, "Morning, sweetheart."
"Good morning, honey~..." she greeted back warmly. The mad enhancement had few effects on her, but one of them was the irritating amount of fatigue induced by talking; It was why she usually spoke with words spaced. A few closest to her were more than worth the extra effort though.
Anton stood at the side of the bed as she quickly scooched herself to the edge to sit. He bent over towards her so she could do her tiny request without getting off the bed. Gently grasping the two ends of his tie, she hummed quietly to herself as she properly made his tie. With their faces only inches from each other, she'd occasionally look into his eyes. He'd glance back, they'd smile a little bigger, and then chuckle lightly.
This was their little morning routine she loved so much. She felt like a wife getting her husband ready for work that she'd seen in a few classic movies. It made her feel so normal, and not the berserker she was. Obviously she was still a servant, but she never hesitated when she said she loved these little moments better. If she had to choose between fighting or spending the rest of her life like this, the choice was rhetorical; In Chaldea, she just did the former to help ensure the mundane latter.
Still, despite her diligence and their routine, she did like shaking things up occasionally; Keeping things spontaneous with fun little moments is what kept love strong, or so she read. With that in mind, her newfound mischievous side urged her to establish a telepathic link. "…Da Vinci?"
"Oh! Morning, Fran~! Anton isn't sick is he? He's got quite the day today!"
Frankenstein giggled, making Anton look at her curiously, but he kept his smile. She hummed over the line, "He's not… but maybe he could come in late? Maybe an hour?"
There was a second of silence before Da Vinci laughed. "You lovebirds make me envious! Alright~… I'll split his work with Tyler, so don't tire him out too much~!"
"I'll try, but no promises," she giggled again.
"What struck your funny bone, sweetheart?" Anton asked as she formed the final knot on his tie. It remained loose around his neck, and all she had to do was tighten it. They'd have their small, parting conversation. She'd give him the breakfast sandwich she'd learned to prepare thanks to Boudica. They'd share a little kiss, and then he'd be off to work… usually.
Instead, her eyes filled with sweet longing as she gently used the tie as a leash and gently pulled him towards her. "…Fran?"
She smiled before their lips met lovingly. She slipped her other hand around his neck as he snaked his own around her. They were passionate, yet chaste… Needy, but caring. Their acts of affection were always the perfect blend of sensual, gentle, and loving sweetness. They were hardly lust filled animals, but a couple that struggled to keep themselves polite and respectful even as they yearned to stay in each other's arms.
Although, they'd admittedly gotten a touch more 'showy' since Rama and Sita were so rather blunt with their public displays of affection.
Their lips parted, and they stared lovingly into each other's eyes. She giggled, and he chuckled. She leaned in to caress his lips with her own again. Their embrace held tightly to each other as they cuddled and kissed, breaking apart briefly only for quick breaths and affectionate gazes.
Frankenstein groaned playfully as he pulled away. She remained seated at the edge of the bed, staring at him with sweet yet wishful eyes He gently smoothed her dress and smiled apologetically, "Sorry, Sweety… But I'll be late. I don't think Da Vinci would appreciate squandering job time."
"But your other job is to keep me pleased, Anton~…" she cooed gently as she reached up and grasped his tie again. She pulled him closer, skillfully removed his glasses, and tossed them away. They landed softly on one of the pillows. His eyes widened in curiosity as she gently loosened the tie's know and smiled lovingly at him. "I called in for you… So give your lover an extra-lovely goodbye today~…"
She gently leaned back and pulled him onto her as he blinked. He chuckled softly, "…As if I could say no to you."
Today was definitely starting out with a fun moment.
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Da Vinci did say an hour, so she made sure to take full advantage of that. She stirred in bed, feeling warm all over after the brief nap.
It was probably around mid-morning at this point, but as usual, she didn't wish to get out of bed. With her silk nightgown and panties still discarded on the floor, she was more content than ever to remain in the warmth of her bed hours after he left. The Sunscape window was bright and cheery, but she usually preferred just to nap the mornings away. She had nothing to do until an hour before lunch anyway.
Thankfully, Anton placed the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on their door after he left so she could enjoy her nap in peace. She always enjoyed little snoozes, especially if they weren't spent alone. Saving energy was never something she'd ever argue with such a warm and inviting bed to rest in. Usually she'd have to vacate the room for a bit, but there was no harm in skipping on free room service for a day; She already had a nice breakfast in bed with Anton, so to speak.
Quietly, she opened her eyes while her body tingled from the still lingering afterglow of their tender morning love. The video intercom's clock displayed it was a bit before ten, so she still had a bit of siesta time left before the alarm beeped. She smiled in appreciation and moved herself, blanket and all, closer to the nightstand. She opened the lone drawer and pulled out a white teddy bear Anton had secretly acquired for her as a Valentine's present.
With a fond smile, she clutched it to her chest, fixed the blanket over herself, and tried to will herself into dreamland again.
Breathing gently, she gave her daily thanks to whatever unseen power granted her such a lovely life. She never thought she could be so comfortable and free in a summoning. It felt like a bandage had gently wrapped her terrible memories and whisked them away. They were all in the past now.
To think it would all start thanks to one little moment in another grail war. She had grown curious with that master, who had treated her kindly and respectfully. By all means, she was glad Caules had been her master in that grail war, and she would never forget how he forced himself to be so seemingly cold when he ordered her to use her noble phantasm at full, sacrificial output. He might have fooled himself, but he didn't fool her.
It had been the first beautiful moment in her entire life, and ignited a flame that wished to chase more of those precious memories. It was the reason she decided to give Chaldea another chance, in hopes she would find others who would care so much. Thanks to him, this had all become possible, and she was forever grateful for that. Perhaps if things had gone differently, she might have even come to appreciate him more.
But that was then, and this is now. She was in Chaldea, surrounded by many friends and acquaintances who made more lovely moments than she could count. At first, she used to relish soothing sleep that distracted her from tragic reality… now it was just a warm, soft way to time travel. It allowed the next beautiful moment to arrive faster, for her dreams were now shadowed by the bliss of wonderful reality.
Slowly, Frankenstein fell into a comfortable sleep as she clutched the little teddy bear in her arms.
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A fish stared briefly at her delicate, dangling foot before swimming away from the white surfboard. The air was still, and there were barely any sounds above the light lapping of waves. The sky was free of any fluffy clouds, and Frankenstein felt just a little overheated under the bright sun, even with her legs dangling in the refreshing waters. She sighed as she fixed one of her hair bun, and glanced over to Medusa.
The rider was leaned back atop her purple surfboard, supported upright by her arms. She looked stunning in her favorite black bikini, and reminded Frankenstein why she was always secretly envious of her beauty… Not that she didn't look lovely in her own teal bikini, but she was still a bit self-conscious. She both loved and relished the small hints of envy, mainly because it was a definite sign she was just as much human as everyone else.
"Edison's late…" the berserker sighed as she glanced back towards the distant 'islands.' The wave generator behind them should have doubled its efforts by now.
"Maybe he's having another fight with Tesla," Medusa answered with a tiny smirk, and the berserker giggled. "The waves will come."
"It's hot today," she lightly whined with a small pout. She was answered immediately by Medusa, who splashed water onto her. She giggled again, "Hey!"
"You said you were hot," she teased back as she shielded her face from the return fire. They both chuckled and splashed water at each, and it did feel a bit more refreshing. Their friendship, which was already close, only grew further once Medusa offered to teach her how to surf. It had been as enjoyable an experience as she hoped it could be, and she now had a fun little beach hobby to burn time; It was even better with her former teacher's company.
With both of them now thoroughly soaked, they chuckled as they wiped the water from their faces. There was a comfortable silence, but Frankenstein broke it with a small smile. "Did you find the motorcycle yesterday…?"
Medusa sighed and shook her head. "I found a nice one… but only after a spriggan hurled it like a boulder."
She smiled apologetically. "…Maybe next time?"
"I'll wait until the timeline is fixed," the rider shrugged lightly. "I'll get more options and colors too."
"Then your new wish…" Frankenstein lightly smirked to her, and Medusa smiled slyly back. "The TT race."
"I'm going to shatter their records," Medusa chuckled happily with an excited smile, one that a rare few got to glimpse from the rider. If they knew about that new secret wish of hers, it'd make sense. Even with what little info the youngest Gorgon sister told her, she understood why the Isle of Men race was acclaimed as the most dangerous motorcycle event in the world. As a servant, she was going to have a major edge in that one, but it's not like many outside of Chaldea would likely know.
Medusa gazed at Frankenstein with a small glint in her eye, though her little smirk remained. She was a bit confused, but smiled anyway. The idea of winning the race by a large margin made Medusa really excited, but it felt like she was amused for a different reason as she looked at her. She unconsciously checked her hair buns again, and Medusa chuckled. "I heard you've got a filled afternoon."
She nodded happily. "…I do, but it's all relaxin-"
A loud beeping echoed from the distant beach, and the two girls smiled at each other. Medusa pushed herself up to straddle her board before looking back towards the illusionary islands. "Relaxing, hm? Then let's make sure the surfing is more exciting to make up for it… You ready to try your first kickflip?"
Frankenstein's eyes sparkled like the glittering sea, ready for the exciting challenge. Though she enjoyed her little project to become a talented housewife, like learning to cook from Boudica, she still had her own little interests at heart. Surfing would just fill the exciting niche that the others couldn't. She glanced back eagerly towards the first approaching wave and prepped herself.
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Lunch was uneventful, if just a bit curious. She definitely couldn't shake the feeling Anton was feeling a little anxious today. Once more, she brushed it off; Mordred, Jekyll, and Astolfo didn't seem to notice any of it. Then again, she knew his little quirks better than anyone by thousands of miles.
It was just something she could ask him about later if it persisted. However, it was just a little curiosity in her mind at this point. The afternoon had begun, and her unusually packed schedule with it. She was just thankful there was no sort of work required or deployment, since she felt extra lazy today. If anything, it looked more like a day of possible pampering, which she was not going to turn down.
Frankenstein sat at one of the window couches in the near-empty salon. Her swimsuit was now hidden beneath her yellow throw over sweater and sky-blue miniskirt. Beside her, a napping Mordred was casually sprawled out on the rest of the couch. Frankenstein giggled at the saber in jean short-shorts and a black t-shirt as she quietly snored with her mouth open.
Astolfo suppressed his own chuckles while sitting on a chair in front of Frankenstein. He had the sleeves of his purple sweater rolled back so nail paint wouldn't get on them, but a few had already fallen onto his jeans; He didn't care in the least. He had pushed the coffee table partially to the side to let him sit properly, and various manicure products speckled its surface. One of his hands carefully held her own as he did his task.
She smiled. "So who won…?"
Carefully, Astolfo held Frankenstein's hand and applied the chosen flower design onto her pinky nail. He chuckled, "And then Janna managed to get the winning hit on Siegfried! She was so happy she ran over to Amakusa and tackled him to the ground as a thank you! Brynhildr couldn't stop laughing!"
"Did you two hold back for those three…?" Frankenstein asked quietly, and Astolfo grinned sheepishly.
"Of course~! Bryn and Amakusa knew… but we didn't have the heart to tell her! She looked so proud to tell her sisters!"
"She's smart… She might figure it out…" she pointed out as she watched him finish a petal. She could barely contain her own excitement. There was just something about manicures that made her feel giddy, and a little girly. Astolfo's flower nail art made it even better, and she might have never discovered it if she didn't give him a second chance a long time ago.
Astolfo can still be pretty annoying and overbearing at times, but Frankenstein knew he always meant well; He just really needed someone to keep him on a leash of sorts. She'd come to appreciate his and Mordred's friendship, without a doubt, and the slowly growing comradery between their grail war's participants. Perhaps it was because many worked together to begin with that laid an early foundation, but it was blossoming… but nowhere near as fast as that other grail war group did.
In particular, Mordred and Astolfo made for the most interesting company. Their dynamic was pretty hectic, and though it tired her out acting as the voice of reason between them, she secretly liked feeling like the mature one. In turn, Mordred was always keeping an eye out for them, and Astolfo always did his best to ensure they were happy. It shouldn't have worked out, but they had a curious and spontaneously-driven friendship she enjoyed in moderation.
"…I wonder how loud she'll be…" Astolfo mused out loud, and Frankenstein giggled deviously.
The rider peeked over to the sleeping Mordred and smirked, making Frankenstein do the same. Though one of Mordred's hands remained behind her head, the other had been much more… accommodating. It didn't take long for Astolfo to get an idea, and Frankenstein wasn't going to be able to stop him… Not that she would have. Mordred had the best reactions ever since everything fell into place for their dear friend.
It made teasing her that much easier… and safer.
Three of the five nails on Mordred's outstretched hand were already painted; Astolfo worked like a speed demon. They had a cute lion face depiction on each one. Astolfo hummed as he finished up the rather artistic red rose on her pinky nail, but glanced at the target. "…Should I change it up?"
"Play safe… She loves lions," Frankenstein giggled as Astolfo nodded with a toothy grin. He quietly moved onto the floor by Mordred and acquired some new paints. While he prepped his next move, Frankenstein raised her finished hand to gaze at it. She had an array of beautiful red roses on her nails, each one designed to look unique from the other.
She glanced over to Astolfo as he quickly began working on Mordred's index nail. He painted quickly, but did not smudge the design in the least. With a few swift strokes, the last lion wa- Mordred fidgeted in her sleep and wound up waking herself up. With a loud yawn, she pulled her arm out from under her head and rubbed her eyes with it. Astolfo had already scrambled back to his seat, but Frankenstein couldn't keep her preemptive giggling down.
"…How long was I out?" Mordred asked before another yawn took over. She stared towards them and noticed both were failing to hide their amusement. Her expression quickly fell concerned as her eyes darted around her. She finally looked at her targeted hand and gawked, making Astolfo and Frankenstein laugh loudly. "What the fu-! Y-You-! My hand! This is my sword hand!"
"Well you punch things more often with your other hand so I was being considerate!" Astolfo countered with a proud smile, not even bothering to hide his fault.
Mordred glared lightly at him, and then at the cute lions on her finger nails. She glanced back at him, then back at the offense. The processes repeated for a few seconds as Frankenstein giggled. She glared down at her hand again and frowned. "...Idiot. The only reason I'm not pulverizing you is because it's a lion."
"Yeah, yeah, you're welcome~…" Astolfo waved off easily, making Frankenstein giggle more as Mordred struggled to hide a tiny, embarrassed flush.
"At least she didn't make it too girly…" Frankenstein reassured, but Mordred quickly pouted. It barely faded even as two Sphinx kittens, one with pink ribbons, bolted beneath Astolfo's chair. They ran around in circles and mewled before disappearing beneath the couch. Astolfo cooed, but Mordred fumed.
"It's already too girly!" Mordred was accepting of who she was now, but there was no doubt from anyone she would always be a tomboy at heart. "You were only supposed to do Fran's nails!"
"And you're supposed to help me make her feel relaxed and happy!" he countered, and it made her raise an eyebrow curiously. She would have questioned the curious objective had her friends not started pouting at each other. "Stop mimicking Hector!"
"I wasn't trying to! The cheeseburger was just so filling!" Mordred huffed as she stared at her offended sword hand again. "You could have at least asked, stupid rider!"
"You would have said no, so it's pointless!" he quickly retorted as Frankenstein sighed with both amusement and exasperation. "Better to just do and ask forgiveness!"
"And you wonder why you get in so much trouble…" Frankenstein giggled, and Mordred smirked at the now sheepish Astolfo.
"But hey! Look on the bright side! Maybe it'll humiliate the enemy more when you beat them up with painted nails?" Astolfo curiously countered. Mordred raised a painted finger to counter, but quickly lost her voice. Her expression went through a multitude of changes before her eyes widened with realization. Frankenstein giggled at her funny faces as Astolfo puffed his chest, "See? I have smart ideas too!"
"Sometimes…" Frankenstein injected, making the pride leave her friend's face as Mordred chuckled in agreement. With a dejected sigh, she reached for Frankenstein's unfinished hand and got back to his task. The berserker stared at her finished hand and beamed. "Thank you, Astolfo."
"You're welcome! …At least someone thanked me…" he pouted as he glanced towards Mordred.
She caught it and quickly fumed again, which made Frankenstein sigh. Their bickering seemed to be a chain reaction today, but she only giggled.
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Frankenstein sat on a red and white checkered picnic blanket at one of the tropical flower garden's grassy spots. Her love of pretty things carried over from her past experiences, and flowers were a surefire way to put her at ease. A picnic among so many beautiful flowers while under a picturesque sky? She couldn't ask for a more tranquil way to lazily pass the time. If only she was allowed to pick them as she pleased, but it was pleasant enough to be among them.
"Would you care for more tea, Miss Fran? Perhaps some fine pastries?" Nursery Rhyme asked with an amusingly upright tone. Coupled with her frilly white, vintage sundress and cute matching cloche hat, she gave off an air of prim and proper sophistication. They'd been having tea for ten minutes, and Frankenstein still can't get over how adorable she looked.
"Just tea… please…" she smiled as she offered her empty cup and saucer over the picnic basket. Janna quickly reached over, grabbed the items, and handed it to Nursery Rhyme beside her. Though she was definitely a younger version of Joan, the lancer in a black sundress was far more chipper than the potion-afflicted avenger had been. She smiled at Frankenstein before taking a proper sip of her own tea cup.
Illya sat across from Janna to complete their little tea party, though there was no table in sight. Thankfully, she sat cross legged in a blue skirt and pink tank top; Her casual attire made Frankenstein feel less improperly dressed, even if there was no dress code for this spontaneous picnic. The plate of delicious biscuits and scones rested between them while Ruby casually hovered overhead.
A few dozen meters away, her usual flower gazing friends, Asterios and Enkidu, laughed about something, only for the swimsuit-wearing culprits to run past. Nursery Rhyme pouted as the giggling Jack ran away with a squirt gun in her hands as Paul and Yedda chased after her with their own. They fell out of sight as they ran towards the forests, which then allowed Kuro's triumphant laughter to join in. Apparently the assassin had been chased into an ambush… or was she on Jack's side?
Either way, though Frankenstein smiled at the children's adorable antics, Nursery Rhyme lifted her chin in disapproval as Janna handed the berserker her cup. "Hmph! The nerve! Prancing about like miscreants when they should be joining us for some delightful tea!"
"I concur!" Janna replied with closed eyes and a proud little smile, which made her miss Illya and Frankenstein share an amused smiled; She loved acting upright when near Nursery Rhyme. "Tea has many healthy benefits like antioxi-donuts! It's perfect to help us grow up healthy and offset all the candy!"
"…Did you mean antioxidants?" Illya asked, barely able to conceal her mirth while Nursery Rhyme and Frankenstein giggled. Janna put a finger to her lip in deep thought, but Illya nodded her head. "It's okay, Janna! We knew what you wanted to say!"
"Ah! Building an extended vocabulary, Janna? Splendid!" Nursery Rhyme reassured, and Janna's chest puffed up once again. "Jeanne will be proud!"
The little lancer smiled brightly with twinkling eyes, and Frankenstein giggled again. "Really… happy…"
There were many things in Chaldea that could bring a smile to her face these days, but being around the children had become one of them in recent months. She didn't hate them or anything before; Far from it. She always found them adorable, but being around them, coupled with an occasional chat with Mata Hari, had sparked another inner desire. Maybe she had some new maternal instincts of her own that wished to be acknowledged?
She didn't know the first thing about being a mother, though.
That was hardly necessary to enjoy Nursery Rhyme's typical, humorous escalation of elegance whenever a tea party was involved. Play child games with her, and she was one of Atalanta's adorable little girls having the time of her life within Chaldea. The second a tea party is involved to any capacity, she becomes an aristocrat that'd give many a run for their money; It's no wonder Marie loved to have her as a tea party guest every now and then.
Frankenstein no doubt liked her the best out of all the children. She was always adorably sweet to her, so she could never turn down a request for a little tea party. Nursery Rhyme daintily reached for another biscuit, but a monarch butterfly flew close to the plate out of curiosity. She smiled, "Oh~! An uninvited, peckish guest! Sorry! I'm afraid we can't lend you any treats!"
The butterfly floated away, but chose to land on Frankenstein's shoulder. Illya smiled enthusiastically "Ah! That means good luck!"
"Then everyone in Chaldea has good luck because they land on everyone!" Janna nodded in agreement, but she spotted Nursery Rhyme's slight disapproving glint in her eye. She quickly doubled back and stuttered, "I-I mean you get extra good luck today! I'm jealous!"
Frankenstein giggled, but silently pondered today's curiously busy schedule. The entire week before had been almost devoid of anything, but today was different. Like her small get together with Mordred and Astolfo, Nursery Rhyme had been strangely pushy about having her for tea at this time; The caster was also seemingly aware of her plans before and after too. She didn't mind a busier day than usual, but this felt like more than just a coincidence.
It probably wouldn't hurt to ask. "Alice… Why did… you want the… tea party today…? Not another time…?"
Nursery Rhyme's sudden loss of elegance with a surprised stutter made it more curious. Before she could dwell on it, Illya quickly answered. "Our parents are all out, but we thought it's been a bit since we had a tea party in the garden! We knew you liked flowers, so we thought we'd invite you too!"
That didn't explain how curiously insistent Nursery Rhyme had been for wanting her to join, but she let it slide by. Maybe it was just coincidence, and she was overthinking things. It was just a few back-to-back events anyway; Medusa's surfing lesson was just moved back an hour. Content, Frankenstein merely nodded and smiled, before she sipped on her delicious tea. "Okay… Just curious…"
"Then shall we partake in another topic?" Nursery Rhyme inquired as she took a quick, prim sip of her cup with back straight and eyes lightly shut. She placed it back onto the saucer held in her other hand, and took on a sudden, disapproving expression. "I'm sorry for turning our delightful party a little south, but an elephant in Chaldea must be discussed."
Everyone all glanced to each other curiously as Nursery Rhyme took another sip. She continued with a small pout, "…Shakespeare's play debuts this Sunday… and the pamphlet openly declared it will be another tragedy! If my petition wasn't enough to get him to listen, then perhaps sour reviews shall!"
"You mean that petition where you forged a hundred signatures with fairy tale names?" Ruby noted teasingly. "I think Little Miss Muffet was the most convincing."
"Yes, that's th- HEY!" Nursery Rhyme pouted at the laughing Ruby, making Illya and Frankenstein exchange another amused giggle. "This is a serious topic! Tragedies are too sad!"
Frankenstein definitely agreed with that one; She preferred cute stories with happily ever afters.
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A toucan sat on a palm tree in front of the massage cabana. The pink-haired berserker stared at it curiously as her masseuse gently kneaded at her bare back; Her clothes and swimsuit were neatly folded nearby. Her massage had lasted twenty minutes already, though her body had melted like butter into the massage table by the fifth minute. The blissful smile remained plastered on her face as Marie gently hummed a small tune.
Her conversation with the rider in a red halter dress had fallen comfortably silent. Marie was always kind to her, and she loved to chat to the enthusiastic queen… but she felt so blissfully pampered right now. Even the thought of talking just felt like too much effort when she was being treated like royalty. Marie giggled when Frankenstein moaned lightly; Fresh coconut oil had just been newly poured onto her back.
"I feel like you'll fall asleep any minute~!" Marie joked, but giggled more when Frankenstein nodded languidly in agreement. "Please feel free to! I've yet to get that compliment~!"
"I'll… think… about… it…" she managed to whisper as Marie kneaded her back like dough. She was really glad Anton gave her that special massage ticket Da Vinci gave him for his diligent work. It was strange it was specifically for today, but she was too relaxed to think too hard. She giggled, "…Not… too… sleepy…"
"Your voice says otherwise, but I can talk your ear off if you want to stay awake~!" the rider hummed as a gentle breeze blew through the cabana, making the berserker shiver slightly. Frankenstein pondered falling asleep, but then she wouldn't be able to enjoy this heavenly massage for all it was worth. With a smile, she glanced back to Marie and nodded. The queen smiled, "Don't say I didn't warn you, dearie~!"
"But… you… didn't…" Frankenstein teased back with a tiny smirk.
"I guess you're right, huh?" she chimed back in her sing-song voice. She hummed lightly before her eyes lit up. "Oh! I know! Let's talk about my salon!"
Frankenstein actually thought she was going to talk about something else, so this topic threw her for a loop. She giggled, "…Your salon?"
"Yes~! When we defeat Solomon, Da Vinci promised I can finally renovate it again! Erik is helping me do the planning and- Ohhhhhhh~! I'm so EXCITED!" Marie shrilled, and Frankenstein laughed. With all her enthusiasm, she didn't miss a beat with her massage. "But it's not just my room to enjoy, but everyone's! I always aim to showcase the best and keep people pleased, and what better way than asking input?"
"…Suggestions?" This sounded like more conversation participation than she had initially thought of. She'd feel terrible for turning down the conversation of the ever-generous Marie, but she was currently melted putty. Coupled with the amount of effort needed to speak fluidly, that meant she'd tire herse-
"Ah, but there's no need to overwork yourself for my hopes! That would be very inconsiderate of your masseuse!" Marie reassured, and Frankenstein glanced back curiously. "I'll just list a bunch of idea that come to the top of my head, and you can nod your head or say one-word responses~!"
That sounded much more appealing. She smiled and nodded as Marie gently pushed her fingers into her sides; She didn't think it was possibly to melt any further, but she did. The berserker managed to whisper and nod, "…Okay… Marie…"
"Great~!" the rider giggled as she happily assaulted the berserker's weakening flanks. "So besides expanding for more space, I was thinking maybe I could have some pool tables! Oh~! And that harp for Tristan! Maybe a raised platform for my lovely musicians? Ah! And a fancy bar like Maisie suggested! And the kitchen! The Kitchen should expand too so that they feel luxurious too! Ohhh~! And then the…!"
The berserker only giggled as Marie continued to list off ideas far faster than she could respond.
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As she played with her glass of iced water, Frankenstein listened to Jeanne's lounge singing. The appetizers should be arriving soon, but most of the dinner guests were still up and mingling. She was left alone at her table since Da Vinci had requested Anton help her and Tyler with something. He'd been gone for only a few minutes, and though she could walk around and chat to pass the time, she would rather sit and relax.
Her lover had lightly persuaded her into choosing the off-shoulder, white sheath dress for tonight. It was a little fancier than she'd usually consider, particularly when coupled with one of her favorite silver necklaces. She'd even brushed her loose hair to look more elegant. Admittedly, it felt good to dress up every now and then, so she was glad she went with the idea.
"Hello, Fran! I heard you had quite the day!"
She turned her small smile towards Doctor Roman as he walked up to the table. Though her comfortable silence was stolen, she could not blame the kind thief. She nodded to him, "Very… Relaxing…"
"Sounds wonderful! Wish I could have a week like that sometimes," he commented as he scratched the back of his head. It's been more than a year, and he still tried to help out as much as he can; Even with the workload, he helped Gudao pacify her back when she first arrived. His efforts were endearing, and even if some continue to tease him, none could deny his dedication to Chaldea and humanity, nor the smile he usually wore when doing so. "Um… May I have a seat? Just for now! Da Vicni's late so…"
Frankenstein smiled and gestured to the seat across from him. He quickly took the seat and folded his hands together. "Da Vinci… late? …So… Anton…"
Roman sighed in exasperation. "I was forced to be her courier… They're finishing up, but I thought I could at least keep you company while you waited! …If you don't mind, I mean!"
"I don't mind…" she giggled again. She hoped Anton wouldn't be late, but she supposed it was only karma; She did make him come to work late. "…How was…your day…?"
"…Busy," he sighed and rubbed one finger. Her smile grew a little bigger upon seeing two fresh papercuts on the digit he subtly nursed; Paperwork was bad civilization, or so Altera loved to proclaim. "Tesla and Edison have been working harder though, so I can't really complain…"
"You're not… a servant…" she offered with a sympathetic smile. "…Regular… person…"
He paused quietly and looked at her, before chuckling lightly. "Won't stop me from trying… Ah! I forgot to check up on Magi*Mari today! Shoot! I need to do that after dinner!"
Frankenstein blinked, but giggled yet again at his well-known, strange delight. At least it kept him happy.
"Hiiiii~!" a voice chimed in during their temporary lull. Rena floated over beside their booth, making Frankenstein smile as it wiggled in the air. Ever since her creation, she'd grown fairly close with the little robot. Obviously not as much as Serenity, but they had a sort of kinship as 'creations,' even if the little metal ball was usually like a child on endless sugar; By their connection, she formed a friendly bond with the assassin too. She was even a model in one of her more recent flower field paintings.
She reached out with one hand and gently patted the robot on its chassis. Rena cheered, "Yay! Chassis pats!"
"Good evening! I hope she's not bothering you two." The assassin came into view, dressed in jeans and a lilac turtleneck sweater.
Frankenstein shook her head and smiled, but continued to pat Rena's chassis. "Not at… all…"
Serenity glanced to Roman and tilted her head. "Doctor? Will you be joining Fran and Anton instead?"
He quickly raised his hands in slight panic, "Oh! No, no! Da Vinci and I are certainly joining all of you! No change in plans, I promise!"
"You don't have to be so panicky…" Rena pointed out as she floated over to his face. "It's not like King Hassan is going to lop your head off or something."
"That stare makes me think otherwise…" Roman admitted with a nervous chuckle. Frankenstein giggled with the assassin as he shivered slightly.
Serenity turned to the berserker with a curious tilt of her head. "Where's your other half? Or Da Vinci?"
"Oh! They're at the resort with Marie and her sta-" Roman quickly slammed his hand over his mouth in sheer shock. He practically paled as the three stared at him, all while the gears in Frankenstein's head went into overdrive. Rena giggled as Roman slumped into his seat. "… They're both gonna kill me..."
Anton said they would be at the Robotics Hanger… which was nowhere near the resort. There were too many coincidences to not connect the dots at this point. She unconsciously fiddled with the heart pendant on her necklace as she slowly looked to Serenity. If the berserker attempted to keep her growing hopes down, just in case it wasn't true, Serenity did the opposite. "Hmm… I thought Tyler said he was joking, but he said he was having trouble keeping Anton calm…"
Frankenstein's smile grew, all while Roman grew far paler. Rena merely giggled as Serenity turned to her berserker friend and asked, with a tiny but growing smile of her own. "… Can I ask why you're dressed so lovely tonight, Fran? Did Anton ask you to?"
Frankenstein could no longer contain her excitement as she nodded eagerly. Serenity quietly squealed, but hugged her friend. "Awwww! I think this is it!"
"Judging by Roman's face… I think so too!" Rena noted happily as Roman soon sank out of view.
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As they walked in silence, she could hear the sound of her heart hammering against her chest.
All the dots were connected, but still, she remained composed. Anton was always horrible at hiding things, but he had done a fair job this time. She was definitely blindsided until ten minutes ago, but now she struggled to remain calm. It took all her effort to curb her enthusiasm and anticipation as her white-tuxedo wearing boyfriend led her out of Club Cove and onto the boardwalk.
The sun was setting, but the celestial artist still painted the skies with orange hues that felt much more vibrant tonight; Maybe it was, or perhaps it was just her heart singing with rosy colors. Whatever the case, the sea looked gorgeous as he led her gently down the few access stairs to the sandy beach. Giggles escaped her lips as she noticed the rose petals that outlined a path. She was surprised the sand was firm, and they didn't sink; Likely one of the preparations made for them.
It was like walking on a carpet, if she wasn't already waltzing on cloud nine.
They stopped in an petal-outlined circle half way to the water, and he pulled her into a warm hug from behind as the sun reached the horizon. They still hadn't said anything, but Frankenstein couldn't help but giggle. A flock of seagulls flew across the sky in the distance. Their caws made the only sound that mixed with the gently lapping waves. In the natural ambience, the light strums of a guitar echoed from the boardwalk's sound system. She giggled in his embrace and glanced to him.
"Shall we dance?" he asked, and she hummed with barely-contained excitement as the first lyrics left the speakers. After loosening his embrace, he walked beside her, turned her gently, and pulled her close with one arm. She wrapped one arm around him and grasped his hand gently. They slowly swayed to the music, dancing slowly in each other's arms before they pressed their foreheads together. It was so painfully obvious this was it, but she loved it.
~~Don't want to close my eyes~~
~~I don't want to fall asleep~~
~~'Cause I'd miss you baby~~
~~And I don't want to miss a thing~~
They danced to the musical group's rendition of one of her favorite songs, a Jeanne cover she would have loved as her wedding song. Maybe they'd still use it, but as they danced slowly in the setting sun, she pondered keeping it a part of this lovely memory. With a fond smile, broken occasionally by an occasional, sweet kiss, she danced with him as the song finally faded away, no matter how long the moment seemed to last.
As they slowly stopped, she laced her arms around his neck, and failed to hide the loving expectation in her eyes. His arms gently wrapped around her waist. They smiled warmly at each other as she quietly waited for the speech she knew was coming. She quietly wondered if he might mess it up, though she'd only find it adorable from her dorky boyfriend. Maybe he'd nail it perfectly. Whatever the case, she knew she wouldn't forget a second of this already wonderful moment.
By the look in his eyes, he knew she knew, but that didn't matter.
"Impossibility is a funny word, isn't it? …I grew up hearing that word a lot, I just didn't think much about it until now," he began quietly, before he began listing off ideas. "Me being able to do anything else with my life… A person being born artificially… Time travel… An organization of superheroes…"
She remained quiet and listened to his strange little lead up. It's already nothing like she expected, but she found it charming in its own way; He wasn't stuttering with nervousness either! Oh, how far he's come! "...I don't know how many stars had to align to make it possible, but I'm happy they did. To create a person back then was an impossibility, yet you were born… You came to an impossible place where historical figures fight united to deny human extinction. You decided to stay, and I wish could have made our first meeting so much better…"
With a giggle, she playfully pinched his neck. He winced and smiled sheepishly. "I know… You forgive me, but I was stupid back then… Maybe as stupid as I am now."
Frankenstein smiled warmly. "You're not stupid."
"Theoretically speaking, I am for not asking you out sooner," he joked with an amused smile, making her smirk at him. He chuckled as he pulled her just a bit closer. "…I'm standing among countless improbabilities, and not questioning any of them… but I won't. I conclude I've become accustomed to impossibilities… which is why I have no issue reaching for yet another. If the impossible could become possible anywhere, it's Chaldea."
She waited quietly, yet impatiently, with her growing smile. Anton chuckled and glanced briefly at the sunset. "…I'm glad I came here by chance. I feel better here than anywhere else, but nowhere more than with you by in my arms."
Frankenstein blushed lightly as her boyfriend released his embrace. Even if she knew it was coming, and even though she tried to remain composed, Frankenstein still gasped with excitement as Anton knelt down on one knee. Both hands flew to cover her blinding smile as Anton reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny, black box. He presented an outstretched hand, but she wouldn't jump the gun. She held strong and milked every bit of the moment happily.
"You're a heroic spirit, and I'm just a normal person… but I will gladly be called stupid and reach for this supposed impossibility if it means spending the rest of my life with you."
Anton smiled up at her as he opened his hand and flipped the box open. Within was a dazzling silver ring, but it was the diamond within, custom shaped like a tiny flower, that brought the first tears to her eyes. Her smile was nearly as dazzling as the priceless engagement ring... her engagement ring. "Fran… the love of my life… will you marry me?"
"...As if I could say no to you!" Frankenstein couldn't hold it any longer. The sniffling berserker happily threw herself at Anton for a hug and shrilled, "YEEESSSS!"
She crushed her lips against his, but he managed to remain kneeling as he held the blissful woman in his arms. Frankenstein's few tears of joy raced down her cheeks as she clung to him desperately. She heard nothing but the beating of her heart against his own as they held each other dearly. Their lips refused to part for an eternity, but she wished the moment would last forever longer.
To very brief disappointment a minute later, their lips parted, but they remained close as he gently wiped the tears from her face. She whispered, "You're the best."
"I'd argue you're better, dear, but I promise I'll continue to make you the happiest woman alive!" She blushed profusely and smiled as she glanced down at his hand, which still held the ring box. They stood up carefully, still embracing each other with one arm each as she reached for the box. She held it, and his freed hand plucked the ring. Their embrace broke apart briefly so he could gently slide the ring onto her finger where it rightfully belonged. Her smile never left her face, even as the sounds of clapping finally registered in her mind.
As he pulled her into another warm embrace, they looked towards the boardwalk where Marie and her staff were happily clapping. Medusa smiled proudly as she leaned against the railing in her own black sheath dress. The French Queen was crying lightly, but quickly began dabbing her eyes after Mozart offered her his handkerchief. Mata Hari whistled and waved with a camera, "I got the pics!"
They were joined by Da Vinci and Tyler, who stood by the beach stairs. The uniformed employee, also holding a small camera, flashed them a thumbs up as the battle-clad inventor swept her staff towards them. The sand shifted between the newly engaged couple and the boardwalk to form a sand-drawn heart with an arrow through it. The message 'Congratulations, Anton & Fran!' quickly formed within the heart, making the berserker giggle happily as her fiancée pulled her closer.
She glanced up at him and teased. "This was too obvious."
"M-Medusa said I did a good job hiding it," he chuckled sheepishly as he finally stuttered. "But I wanted it to be obvious at the end. I thought you'd like a romantic scene."
"You thought right," she smiled. The berserker definitely preferred this overt proposal over a surprise. It was simple, not overdone, but gave her lovely little goosebumps. "This was so sweet... I love you, Anton."
"I love you too, Fran." She giggled, and they shared another quick kiss before he smiled wider. "They placed our table among the flowers. I know you'd enjoy that."
"You would be right again~..." she confirmed as they gently rubbed their noses together, which made Marie and Mata Hari coo from the boardwalk. She lifted her ringed hand, letting it sparkle in the fading sunlight in all its majesty. She smiled lovingly at it, then at the man she'd live a wonderful life with. "…Any more surprises for your future wife?"
The small glint in his eyes made her smile brighter.
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Boudica's dinner was exceptionally delicious, and made significantly more romantic thanks to Mozart and Erik's serenade. Though she relished every moment of the evening, her favorite was still how flushed Anton got as he thanked them all; Apparently it had taken Tyler and Medusa to ask for him since he was still a touch too shy and nervous to make the request alone. The berserker would definitely be sure to talk about all this with the rider at her next surfing lesson.
However, Anton had one last gift for her… or more specifically them.
The resort's spa had some private hot springs in addition to the public ones. These can be requested at any time, but Da Vinci had closed the entire place off for the evening to ensure total privacy. It made the little hot springs, just a big bigger than an average room, feel that much more isolated. With their clothes neatly stashed in the changing room, they rested in the waters by the small, spring-fed waterfall. Steam gently rose from the warm waters, making the stone-carved sanctuary fairly hazy.
A pool tray floated with an expensive wine bottle, handpicked by Marie, now empty alongside their wine glasses. Frankenstein leaned her head back on Anton's bare shoulder and sighed blissfully. His arms embraced her from behind, and she rested her own atop his. She smiled gently as one of his fingers gently rubbed her ringed finger. She turned her head and stared lovingly into his eyes. "Thank you for today. It was wonderful… you're wonderful."
"I try to be for you," he responded easily, and she felt the butterflies flow through her like it was the day he presented that flower to her.
The past few hours, the hot springs, and the wine ensured her cheeks remained flushed as she giggled. She lifted her hand out of the water to stare at the lovely ring, couple with the flower-painted nails. She smiled and mused, "It's so pretty... Where did you get it?"
"Da Vinci picked it up for me... Yes, sweety, it did take me a bit of my usual stuttering to ask." She giggled at his admission, and he squeezed her lightly. "I'm just grateful my boss was so helpful getting it… I can't exactly go to Jared."
She hummed fondly. "I have to get you a ring now."
"Whatever you pick, I'll wear." The woman passed a teasing look to him as she thought playfully about an embarrassing ring. He merely smiled. "I mean it."
"We'll see~…" she hummed lightly and turned back around. "Maybe I could ask Da Vinci to let you go in late tomorrow too?"
"She gave me off for tomorrow. I have an early weekend." The delightful response made her turn back to him, and he quickly pecked her lips as she turned. Her eyes twinkled, and a smile grew on her face. It turned into a tiny smirk as she raised a hand to gently reach for his glasses. She had been enjoying their relaxing bath and cuddle time... but she wouldn't mind being intimate once more on such a special day.
She gently took them off and discarded them onto the floating pool tray with a tiny hum. "…Is that so?"
Regardless how much hotter the springs were about to get, it would remain anchored in beautiful and tender affection.
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Frankenstein giggled. "Yes… We did…"
"Oh myyy~! Already acting like newly weds~…! How daring and naughty~!"
The red-haired rider laughed louder in the rather empty kitchen; Lunch cleanup was already finished, and it was Friday, so dinner was at the resort later. That left them alone for her cooking lessons. An assortment of cooking utensils and ingredients rested before the apron-clad women. Since she was a touch lazy today, Frankenstein had chosen a matching pair of teal sweatpants and sweatshirt. Her teacher was equally casual in her simple red sundress.
"Good thing they filter the water~!" Boudica teased with a snicker as she watched Frankenstein mix the cake batter. "Trying to compete with Rama and Sita?"
"We… won't be… that bad…" she hummed. The berserker flushed lightly, but smiled back innocently.
Truthfully, she wasn't too far off though. The lovebirds struggled to leave each other's arms all throughout the night, their peaceful rest, and much of the following morning; It didn't help Medusa brought them breakfast so they didn't have to leave. By lunch, they were up and about. As tempting as it was for them to spend the entire day glued to each other, she had an afternoon cooking lesson. He took the opportunity to spend some time at the gym with Gudao and Mashu to work on his own goal.
Frankenstein showed her teacher the mixed batter. Boudica peered in with a keen eye and nodded happily. "Looks good so far, but just a bit more!"
"Okay…" Frankenstein smiled as she began churning the bowl with her spatula again.
Boudica smiled warmly. "You're going to make a great cook after all these lessons."
"I have… a great… teacher…" she complimented happily.
"The teacher is only half the recipe, though! You've got talent!" Boudica reassured, but then quickly sighed in exasperation. "I wish I could say the same about Gawain…"
She's heard occasional gossip from Marie, but she thought it was just exaggeration. "Is he… that bad…?"
Boudica sighed again and covered her face with her hands. "I didn't think it was possible for spaghetti to catch on fire..."
…But spaghetti was boiled. She learned that on her fourth lesson. How did he even manage to… "…On fire?"
"I wish I took a picture. Even Marie doesn't believe me," the rider sulked. "I never understood the idea of a cook yelling at his students until I saw that… sacrilege! It took all my might to stay calm!"
Frankenstein withheld her laughter. Boudica cared a lot about cooking, so it was amusing to see her so dismayed over it. The berserker quickly came to love it too, even if it was done as a personal hobby rather than a Chaldean job. She even began looking around for her own personal apron on supply sorties.
Judging by Boudica's expression, maybe it was best to move to a different subject though. The rider helped make yesterday's incredible moment extra special, so the very least she could do was drag her away from a traumatic memory; She withheld another giggle as Boudica's eye twitched again. Frankenstein smiled, "Um… Boudica… Can I learn… pepper steak… next?"
"…Oh! Of course!" Boudica beamed, and the student giggled. "I could even show you some extra variations if you're interested! It's usually just some extra sides."
The berserker's eyes glinted, making Boudica giggle; Pepper steak was Anton's favorite meal, which they ate last night, so she was extra eager now. She probably wouldn't get many chances to cook for him, but she still wanted to know; She had more desire than yesterday to be a loving wife. Every now and then, she'd give another glance at the sparkling ring on her finger, and smile just a little bit brighter.
She was absolutely certain the moments from here on would only get better, but she now had another beautiful one to help plan.