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Rosevin week 2023 Day 5: Dancing

I decided to participate in the ships week by @blue-fanlady and I wanted to write a Charles x Ellie fic. I think I prefer this couple than Rosemin.

Charles was nervous.

Which was weird.

Charles was never nervous. The last time he remembered he was worried was when he first got into the military to make his dead parents proud.

But now...

He was nervous as hell.

Why you may ask?

He wanted to ask Ellie Rose out and he didn't know how.

Charles was shaking with anxiety while being with Henry and Rupert. Rupert and Henry were talking or more like flirting. Charles knew these two were together and so did everyone else. However, these two dumbasses think no one knows about them. Charles kept watching them as someone came over to them. Ellie came over to them and Charles's face became red as her hair and he felt his heart beating faster.

"Hey, guys," Ellie said happily, Henry and Rupert waved hi at her while Charles was having an Ellie attack. Ellie turned to Charles who jumped a little, Ellie saw he was trembling and she smirked.

"Hello, Charles," Ellie said, her tone sounding different like it was seductive.

Charles immediately felt chills running through his spine and his face became redder in the process. He avoided his eyes at Ellie, "Um... uh... hi... Ellie,"

Ellie giggled as she felt her face warm, she loved Charles's flustered state and that's why she enjoyed teasing him. And that's because she has a crush on him too. Of course, she doesn't know Charles has feelings for her. They don't realize they have feelings for each other but think they don't have a chance.

Rupert and Henry stared at them. Henry shook his head while Rupert a hand to his face in annoyance, they were tired of seeing them fumble around their feelings for each other.

Charles glanced at Ellie as he heard snickering coming from Henry and Rupert. He mentally growled, he mentally took in a deep breath and stared at Ellie. Charles didn't know what to say. Usually, he's good at starting conversations and making small talk but now, he's having trouble speaking. 

Ellie kept staring at Charles, noticing Charles was not talking to her which made her frown. She also was admiring how cute Charles looked when flustered. That's one of the things she loved about Charles, besides his commitment to slam his helicopters into buildings, costing the Government millions of dollars. However, it's neither here nor there.

Rupert and Henry quietly left Charles alone with Ellie. 

"Hey, Ellie," Charles started, making Ellie look at him.

"I was wondering..." Charles avoided meeting Ellie's eyes, he rubbed his head awkwardly, "Would you... would you..."

Charles wanted to ask Ellie out but he's having trouble. But... if he doesn't ask Ellie out, someone else will make a move on Ellie and he will miss his chance forever. Then Charles felt a burst of confidence and glanced at Ellie. Ellie saw Charles had a determined look on his face and she knew that face. She always saw that face when he was either in serious mode or when he was about to launch his helicopter into a building.

"Wouldyouliketogoout-Imeanhangoutwithme!" Charles exclaimed, talking rapidly. Ellie almost missed what Charles was saying since he was speaking quickly, she stared at Charles whose face was like a tomato and he was sweating like crazy. 

"Um...what?" Ellie asked in confusion.

Charles cleared his throat as he looked down, "Would you like to go out with me?"

Ellie blinked as her heart beat faster and her face became pink, her tough exterior replaced by a more vulnerable pose. "S-sure, Charlie," she replied, using Charles's nickname.

Charles wanted to melt by the way Ellie said his nickname, he grinned like a goof. "So... when do you want to do this?" he asked.

"How about tomorrow night?" Ellie suggested. 

"Sure," Charles smiled,

"Great! See you tomorrow!"

Ellie started to leave but stopped and looked at Charles, she walked up to him and quickly gave him a peck on the cheek. Charles blinked as he put a hand on his cheek, Ellie smiled as she left him alone. Charles stared after her retreating figure as he smiled, he chuckled as he held up a hand. 

"Looks like someone has a date," someone said.

Charles turned around to find Rupert and Henry looking at him with smug expressions, Charles spat at them as he started chasing after them. Unfortunately, they were fast runners and Charles couldn't catch up with them. Charles stopped to catch his breath while Henry taunted him, and Rupert smirked at him.

"You guys are so mean," Charles said, annoyed.

"But you love us," Henry said as Rupert wrapped an arm around Henry's waist, they both kept smirking.

Charles shook his head as he laughed, "I do,"

"I swear these two are menaces when they are together," Charles thought with a smile. 

Charles was panicking!

Tonight, he has his date with Ellie and he doesn't know what to wear! Charles looked into his closet and even though he has so many clothes, he couldn't find anything to wear. Rupert was sitting on Charles's bed, watching Charles overthink. He shook his head as he stood up and grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Oi! Charles, calm down," Rupert said gently, "It's just a date,"

"It's not just a date!" Charles argued, "It's a date with Ellie Rose!"

Rupert sighed as he let go of Charles and went into his closet, he went through Charles's clothes and found the perfect outfit. The outfit wasn't too fancy or too casual, it was just right. Rupert held up the casual clothes at Charles, Rupert looked between the clothes and Charles. He stopped as he shoved the clothes onto Charles, "Look, I know you're scared but relax," Rupert said gently, "Be yourself and everything will be fine,"

Charles held on to the clothes Rupert gave, "But... But what she doesn't like me or is just going on this date to pity me?"

"Don't think like that and I doubt Ellie doesn't like you,"

"How would you know?"

Rupert raised an eyebrow at him, he let out an annoyed sigh. 

"Man, he's dense as fuck," Rupert thought.

"By the way, where's Henry?" Charles asked Rupert. Rupert glanced at him and smiled, "Helping Ellie choose what to wear," he replied.

Charles looked at his phone and made a sound, "Oh no! I'm going to be late!" Charles quickly went to his bathroom to change and left his house in an instant.

"Are you sure I look good in this, Henry?" Ellie was wearing a short glittery red dress with thin straps and plain black high pumps. Her hair was tied up in a bun and she was wearing simple makeup. 

"Of course, El," Henry responded with a thumbs up, "Charles will love it,"

Ellie looked in the mirror and she smiled wide, Henry's right, but she was nervous. This is her first date in forever and she wants it to go right. Henry was finishing helping Ellie and he put on a necklace that her mother had given her before she died. 

"And done!" Henry said happily as he looked at her appearance, "You look beautiful!"   

Ellie's face was red as her hair, "Thank you, Hen,"

Henry chuckled as he led her out of her room, "C'mon, Charles is waiting and you don't want to keep waiting, do you?"

"Hahaha! Nope!" Ellie replied.

Charles and Ellie were at a table while everyone inside the bar was dancing. 

They didn't order drinks or food because they were too nervous. Charles took note of how beautiful Ellie looked and his heart was beating faster. He was playing with his black tie. He was wearing black slacks with a white dress shirt and brown shoes. He was also wearing his signature headset and had a black blazer jacket. He kept staring at Ellie while Ellie was staring at the decor of the bar.

Ellie turned to Charles who was still staring at her, Ellie felt her face flare as she looked down. Ellie glanced up and cleared her throat and Charles blinked at her. He shook his head as his face was pink with embarrassment. Great. He was caught. Now Ellie is going to think he's a total weirdo... well he's weird but he's the good odd. 

"You look handsome- I mean nice," Ellie said, she peddle back her last statement. Charles stared at her, hearing the word handsome before Ellie changed it. His face was red like a tomato and his face was warm. 

"Uh... you look beautiful," Charles said shyly.

"Oh... thank you," Ellie responded. 

The tension was awkward and they were feeling awkward.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Charles started humming to the song that was playing and was tapping the table along with the beat. Ellie noticed it and she smiled. Charles saw the dancers on the dance floor and after watching them, he had an idea. He stood up and offer his hand to Ellie. Ellie stared at his hand and she took it. 

Charles took her hand and led her to the dance floor.

They started slow dancing even though the song that was playing was not slow. Charles's arms were around Ellie's waist while Ellie put her hands on Charles's shoulder. They slowly danced while enjoying the music. Then the bar started playing a different song, a more upbeat song, a song that you can dance the night away.

Charles pulled Ellie close to his chest and Ellie blushed as she stared up at him. He leaned down and whispered, "Let's bring it up our notch, shall we?" Ellie felt jitters running down her spine as Charles also told her to follow his lead.

They started dancing like you would see in an old 1920s movie or something.

Everyone else on the dance floor stopped dancing and stared at them in awe. Charles picked Ellie up and spun her around. She laughed while Charles felt he was on cloud nine, she looked so beautiful when laughing. 

After the song was done, they ceased their dancing and they bow to each other. They smiled at each other for a while, they went up to each other, and they hugged each other. Then they heard clapping, they turned to find everyone including the bartender clapping and cheering for them. They blushed as they said thanks to everyone.

Their stomachs started growling and they both laughed, looks like they want food now.

Charles walked Ellie back to her apartment, Ellie wanted to go to her apartment by herself but Charles didn't feel comfortable letting Ellie go home by herself. He knew Ellie was capable of taking care of herself, however, he just wants to make sure she gets home safe.

"Thanks for walking me home, Charlie," Ellie said as they got to her apartment, "I appreciate it,"

"You're welcome, El," Charles replied happily.

"Thanks for tonight,"

"You're welcome again,"

Ellie gave Charles a peck on the cheek before she unlocked her door, she was about to head inside when she glanced at Charles. 

"What's wrong?" Charles asked.

"Do you..." Ellie looked away from Charles, her face red like a cherry. Charles raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Do you want to come inside and continue dancing?" Ellie finished shyly. 

Charles blinked as he smiled, "Of course,"

He followed her into her apartment and they spent the rest of the night dancing away. 

A/N: I know I'm late but I was busy.

[possiblypeachy]

tea & schemes (3)

―; summary: the pair take a walk through The Strand.

―; pairing: jacob frye x ofc

―; word count: 3.3k

―; warnings: none?

―; A/N: i thought The Strand would be a good place for the appropriately lively Florence to live but she lives with her brother ?? so i’m not sure why i made that decision ?? i also realised that everyone who lives in the house has a name beginning with ‘F’

anyway do enjoy a good bit of conversation between Jacob and Florrie!! they are just babie!! 

―; part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

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“-- and then he--” Florence was in hysterics, a finger coming up to wipe back the tears forming in her eyes. She had quite the infectious laugh; it was a very throat-based noise and required a lot of air, sounding much like a series of strained ‘hee’s followed by a hiccup when she finally inhaled again. Jacob couldn’t help but laugh along with her, if not at the story she was telling, but at her god-awful giggling. “-- he stood from his seat, wobbling like buoy on water, clambered up onto the bar and--” Finishing the tale was proving to be difficult and, to steady herself, one of her hands clamped to Jacob’s arm while the other pressed against her own chest in an effort to steady her breathing. “-- began to undress while singing ‘God Save The Queen’ at the top of his lungs.”

“You’re still talking about Freddy?”

Florence hiccuped again and nodded, her shoulders shuddering, trying to gesture for them both to turn to the left. “He slunk back in the door the next morning in his underpants. I practically inhaled my tea; you can still see the stain on one of my dresses.” She looked up to the sky, eyes watering, and blinked vigorously, trying to calm herself down. “Oh, the other stories I could tell about good Sergeant Abberline.”

Jacob grinned. He was more than happy to hear those; he was already revelling in the idea of Freddy’s face when he brings it up. “Well, we do have time to spare; you did say it's a good walk to your house.” He raised a brow, that mischievous glint in his eyes when Florence finally looked at him again.

She swallowed, like she was trying to suppress the rest of her ceaseless giggling, then shook her head, removing her hand from Jacob to thread a few strands of loose hair back into its bun. “No, no; I want a story about your days back in Crawley.”

He rolled his eyes and gave a shrug. “There isn’t much to tell.”

“Oh,” Florence began, mimicking him with how she threw her eyes upwards too. He gave a smile-- one that said ‘you cheeky sod, “I’m not an idiot, Mister Frye. I have worked out your business already. Need I remind you that I am an incredibly invasive sister and I know of my brother and his…” She gestured to his gauntlet with an upward curl of her lips, “allies?”

Jacob returned the look but his right hand went to fiddle with the device attached to his forearm. “How?”

“Henry Green’s curios shop is a pleasant little place, isn’t it? He and my brother often have splendid meetings while I browse his wares.”

The devilish look painted across her features made him sigh and grin. “You are sneaky, Florrie.”

It was her turn to huff. “At least call me something different if we’re going to discard formalities; that’s my brother’s name for me and I’d… prefer if I didn’t think of you both at the same time.”

“Why?” He gave a grin filled with innuendo, a smug gleam dancing merrily behind his gaze. “Worried that when you dream of me, dear old Freddy will come and ruin it all? Ah, just as we were about to--”

“Jacob.” How fitting that the first time she said his name was as a plead for him to stop.

The man in question chuckled. “My name sounds so nice coming from you… Flor.”

“That’s… better, I suppose.” Florence trailed off for a moment or so, as though she was trying to settle on an opinion on ‘Flor’ being her newest nickname. Before she could even bring up her first concern of ‘that sounds awfully like the word ‘floor’’, another thought pushed that to the side and she pointed an accusing finger at Jacob. “Stop trying to distract me from the story you owe me.”

He held his hands up in surrender, taking a skip in his step to keep up with her as she hurried across the road, all too aware of the carriage driver that appeared to be going that bit too fast. “Alright, alright. You want to hear something about me or Evie?”

Considering, she tilted her head to the side. A smile appeared and he already knew her answer. “You.”

“Of course.”

Florence grinned and tilted her head toward his as if to tell him to get on with it.

“Just before Evie and I came here, we were sent to Croydon, having been asked to--” A small group of people walked past them, clad in clothes that told that the pair were entering a place of greater wealth. Jacob gave an inconvenienced frown, “-- take care of two people. Mine was Rupert Ferris--”

“Ah, I read of his demise in the newspapers. It was your handiwork, then?”

“Yes, and it was all going swimmingly until I…” He paused. She looked up at him expectantly. “... derailed a train.”

“You what?”

“I derailed a train.”

A silence filled with confusion on her behalf fell between them. From what he could see, her lips had pursed and her brows had knitted together; he could tell she was trying to piece together the puzzle. Florence opened her mouth, then closed it again. Her eyes met his with appropriate bewilderment. He began to smile then broke out into laughter. She huffed out her own chuckle, through which she observed: “I feel like I’m missing a piece of the story here. Why did you-- how did you--”

“I was escaping on the train and some of those damned Blighters switched the track we were on. It was an unfinished line and… off the ledge it went. It wasn’t my fault, per se--”

“But, if you hadn’t have been on the train, it wouldn’t have derailed.”

She had the Devil’s smile stretched across her expression again.

Jacob sighed. “Well, maybe it was going to derail regardless and--”

“I doubt that.”

“You are horrible to me, Florence Abberline.”

The brunette practically cackled. Jacob had to look away to hide his growing smile from her, lest he give her the satisfaction of having beat him at his own game. Where did she get it from? Maybe Freddy did have another side to him.

He turned back to her when she gave a thoughtful hum-- her train of thought having obviously swerved to its next course. “Why were there Blighters in Croydon?”

“Starrick has his fingers in every pie in and around London; of course his little army would be out there too.”

“Starrick?”

Oh.

“As in, Crawford Starrick? Railroad baron Starrick?”

Oh. She didn’t know that it seems.

“He’s at the top of the food chain? Goodness, I attended a dinner party last November and he was there. I.. spoke to him; he seemed… he seemed nice enough, actually.” Florence was lost in the maze of her own mind, obviously quite taken aback by this realisation. She gave Jacob a look. “Is he a…?”

“A bastard? Yes.”

She rolled her eyes; Jacob was lucky that he didn’t get a hit to the arm. “No. You know what I mean.”

“A Templar? He is. I--” His face crumpled, eyes narrowed and brows drawn together, “Does Freddy tell you everything?”

“He tells me who to stay away from while travelling about the city; they’re a thoroughly discussed topic between us. Well, how to identify them and why they’re dangerous.”

Jacob raised a brow, relenting. Freddy made a fair enough decision in telling her; if he made any moves against the Templars-- intentional or not-- it would be exceptionally easy to get to a well-cherished and sheltered sister. It was a relief to know that Florence wasn’t the latter.

“Good.” He assured, nodding. “They’re people that you shouldn’t want to interfere with.”

“But you endorse me meddling with the affairs of a kidnapper?”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s… different.”

She was staring at him with a look of mild annoyance. “You’d better not start sounding like my brother.”

“Templars are just… another area entirely to your common criminal.”

Florence frowned but said nothing more, a heavy quiet hanging above them. It stayed like that for a small while as they walked together, passing by men and women all dressed up to go out for the night. The lamplighters had begun their task of lighting up the boroughs of London for the evening, casting the pair in a warm yellow glow as the early evening settled it. By design, The Strand looked gorgeous at night and she often revelled in the fact that she lived amongst such lively splendour. For Jacob, it was his first time really taking the area in, marvelling at the sheer amount of decoration gone into each street corner and the background hum of the upper and middle classes. A small crowd was congregating outside a grandiose building, a fountain and park before it. Florence, from gazing at that dress shop that she must remember to visit soon, turned to catch Jacob staring at the building, obviously intrigued.

“The Alhambra Music Hall. They’re showing a performance of Shakespeare’s ‘The Life and Death of King John’ this evening, thus all the fanciness; had I not got caught up in the plot with Mister Fullmore, I would’ve dressed myself up nicely and gone to watch it.” She paused, watching the crowd slowly shuffle their way into the hall. Florence made a noise akin to kissing one’s teeth, “A shame, really. I do love a bit of ol’ Shakey.”

Jacob blinked. “What did you just call him?”

Florence laughed through her nose, her mouth forming a tight-lipped smile before speaking. “Shakey.”

There was a moment of silence in which they both simply stared at one another.

“I think he’s rolling in his grave right now.” Jacob mentioned.

She tutted. “Well, I think that a man so involved and in love with drama would adore a nickname like Shakey and you, dear Jacob, cannot change my mind.”

They turned to walk down a side street, closed off to carriages and lined with shops. There was a distant roar of a train beneath the chatter of shopkeeper’s closing up and people ambling their way off to the local pub. Between the shops, Florence appeared to be counting the house numbers, leading Jacob to realise that she likely lived around--

“Here: my humble abode.” She gestured to a tall, slim home. The door was painted red and white flowers hung from the second and third floor’s windowsills. Curtains had already been drawn, though a soft glow still seeped through the rich, burgundy fabric. The first floor window was opened but only by a small amount, allowing the gentle aroma of the chicken dinner being served up inside to waft out to them. Jacob had to say: he was impressed. It wasn’t an extravagant home but a lot more than he expected from the bearded old lady and his less-than-arranged sister.

Florence gave him a small smile and a bow of her head but before she could say anything, the front door opened, revealing Frederick in… trousers? What a wonder: he actually looks quite normal, what with his waistcoat and a cup of tea in hand.

Seeing them both at home, the similarities between the siblings finally settled in. They both had the same high-cheekboned structure of the face and, while Florence’s nose was slightly smaller, that little hump on the bridge seemed to be a family trait. Her eyes rounded in a similar way to Freddy’s, though her irises were a lighter shade entirely. It didn’t take away from their strikingly alike features, however, and it seemed to finally click in Jacob’s mind that they weren’t lying about growing up together, despite their personalities having taken different turns.

“Florence, you’ve finally returned home--” Freddy mentioned, taking a step down onto the street. His dark eyes flickered to Jacob and his expression rather visibly dropped, “-- with Mister Frye.”

“Hello, Freddy.” He grinned, nodding his head at the older man.

Frederick seemed to be absent for a few moments before gesturing to his sister with the cup between his fingers. “I heard what you both did today; I got the report as I was about to come home. Thank you for the message with Mister Fullmore’s notebook, Florrie.” He gave her a sarcastic smile, a look of fatigue painted across the rest of his features.

Florence huffed out a laugh. “You’re welcome, my dear brother. Now,” she turned back to Jacob and gave him the same smile as before, “thank you for walking me home, Mister Frye.” He frowned in mock hurt at her formality but the hand that came to his arm as a parting gesture undermined it. “If you ever feel like doing any sleuthing with me again, do come and visit.”

“You can’t just invite people into our home, Florence.” Freddy piped up from behind her, obviously disgruntled with the pair’s growing friendliness. “I’ll tell Lissie to not open the door for him; if he needs anything, he can find me elsewhere.”

Her jaw shifted to the side slightly, annoyed with her brother’s interference. Her voice low, she mentioned: “My bedroom window is open most of the time if you wish to speak with me-- the third floor.”

He gave a small nod, then took a few steps away, allowing Florence to return to the warm confines of her home. Freddy shuffled to the side, allowing his sister to step indoors, her body disappearing from Jacob’s view.

Freddy took a sip of his tea. He looked like he was pondering whether to say something or not. His eyes flickered away from Jacob for a moment before he finally took a few strides toward the assassin. “Thank you for at least getting her home safe.”

“It wasn’t a problem. Your sister makes for pleasant company.” Jacob gave one of those smiles, effectively prodding the man before him.

Freddy only gave a sigh in response.

“Well,” Jacob threw his arms out at his sides, starting to walk backwards, “I’m off to have a few pints, rally some lads to our cause.” He raised a hand to salute goodbye to Frederick, a smug grin plastered onto his expression. “I’ll be sure to sing a bit of ‘God Save The Queen’ in your honour, Freddy.”

Freddy’s face dropped but, before he could say anything, Jacob had already left.

Florence had settled at the dining table while her brother and Jacob said their goodbyes. Lissie perched on the seat beside her, ready to jump to her feet when Freddy returned. The older woman’s blue eyes were filled with excited light, one of her hands pressed lightly against the fabric of Florence’s skirts. “Who was that bloke, eh?” She grinned, tapping her mistress’ leg as if to try and poke some kind of gossip out of her. “He was quite the looker.”

Florence breathed out a laugh, taking a sip of the wine that she had already poured for herself, avoiding Lissie’s prodding gaze. “His name is Jacob Frye and he was helping me with something today.”

Lissie leant back, placing a hand over her chest. “That boy could help me any day.”

The giggle that left Florence was the kind that came after a naughty joke, the dimple in cheek on show through the wine glass she tried to use to cover her grin. “You minx, Felicity Marlowe.”

The cook gave a hearty laugh, raising a suggestive eyebrow at Florence. “Is Mister Frye going to be visiting again?”

“Not in any way that you would like. Probably only to help me with my little side-jobs, if at all.” Lissie furrowed her brows and, gesturing to the open doorway with her wine glass, Florence continued. “Freddy apparently forbids it. He’ll tell you, later on, to not open the door for him if he knocks.” She took a sip then sucked in air through her teeth afterwards. “My dear brother wants to protect me from ungentlemanly people, I suppose.”

“Oh, but they’re the best kind of people, dear.”

Florence laughed. “As I’ve begun to discover.”

Freddy finally came back inside, having finished his tea now and looking rather peeved. “That was one time at the pub and I have asked you to drop it.”

Florence gave Lissie a side glance, sipping her wine once more before setting it down on the dining table. The older woman returned the look then hurried back down the stairs to the kitchen. “It’s a funny story, Freddy; I didn’t mean any harm by it.”

“That’s all well and good but he is my colleague now; that’s like telling one of my men what--”

“I likely have before.”

Frederick paused, raising a hand to his forehead as if he could feel a headache coming on. There was silence for a few moments, during which only Florence’s cutlery clattered gently. Then, he sighed and took a seat across from her, interlocking his fingers on the surface of the table.

He opened his mouth once, then tilted his head, reevaluating his words. Florence had yet to look at him, focused on carefully slicing the roasted potatoes before her. “You can’t--”

She clenched her jaw and placed her cutlery down, a harsh stare now boring into her brother. “Don’t.”

One of Freddy’s hands came out, trying to calm the storm before it could even properly form. “You can’t start getting involved with the Frye’s business.” She went to speak but he interrupted her. “You know how dangerous that can and will be and I don’t want to have to write a letter to mother and father explaining how I couldn’t keep you on a safe path.”

“I don’t plan to hop around rooftops and start assassinating people with them, Frederick. I just want people to finally have fun with; I don’t care for sitting about, waiting for a husband to appear out of thin air.” He rolled his eyes, trying to think of a rebuttal, but it just made Florence angrier. “If anything, I am helping you with what I do-- unpaid-- and, with Jac-- Mister Frye-- willing to go with me, you should feel more assured of my safety, not less.”

“Do not think I haven’t noticed the mark on your cheek, sister. Did you magically hit yourself or was Mister Frye unable to protect you as he should’ve?”

Florence stood from her seat, chair squeaking harshly across the wooden floor. Her hand reached for her wine glass and she threw the rest of the drink down her throat, slamming the glass down onto the table. “At least Mister Frye was there, Freddy.” She narrowed her eyes. “You know how I hate it when you dismiss me-- like I’m some kind of underling to the big sergeant. Maybe I should’ve stayed in Dorset; it’s not like you’ll allow me to do much else here in London.”

Quiet fell between them. Florence sighed deeply. Her eyes told of regret of speaking so harshly to him but her mouth simply said: “Goodnight, Freddy” before she made her ascent up the stairs.

Frederick was left at the table, staring at the tablecloth somberly, fiddling with his fingers. He should’ve been gentler with her. She was right; he let her move in with him because he knew of her unending desire for all things new and entertaining but he rarely approved of the things she suggests doing. Though, how could a brother allow his sister to run about, getting herself into situations where she could get hurt or, God forbid, die?

He would speak to her again another time-- a calmer time. Perhaps they could reach a middle where they would agree. Frederick took the opened bottle of wine from the end of the dining table and poured some into the glass Florence had left.

He knew this wouldn’t be the last time she'd be seen with either of the Frye’s, despite his concerns.

[krakowergroup]

PR: The Man in The High Castle

VARÈSE SARABANDE RECORDS TO RELEASE THE MAN IN THE HIGH CASTLE – ORIGINAL AMAZON SERIES SOUNDTRACKS Season One Featuring Original Music Composed By Henry Jackman and Dominic Lewis Season Two Featuring Original Music Composed By Dominic Lewis (January 12, 2017 – Los Angeles, CA) – Varèse Sarabande will release a double-CD soundtrack for the first two seasons of the hit Amazon series THE MAN IN THE HIGH CASTLE on February 24, 2017.   The individual season soundtracks will be available for one month, exclusively on Amazon.com.  The first season soundtrack composed by Henry Jackman (WRECK-IT-RALPH, CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR) and Dominic Lewis (MONEY MONSTER, FREE BIRDS, THE DUFF) will be available digitally on Amazon.com beginning January 13, 2017, and through major platforms one month later.   A digital version of the Season 2 soundtrack, composed by Lewis, was released on Amazon.com, on December 30th, and will be available through all major platforms one month later. Based on Philip K. Dick's award-winning novel, and executive produced by Ridley Scott (Blade Runner), and Frank Spotnitz (The X-Files), THE MAN IN THE HIGH CASTLE explores what it would be like if the Allied Powers had lost WWII, and Japan and Germany ruled the United States.

“In Season 1, I had to be very controlled and restrained, emulating the struggle of our protagonists journey,” Lewis described.  “My ensemble was a lot smaller and the music was a lot more minimal, stretched over long scenes. I had to follow the intimate nature of the protagonist’s journey.” “In Season 2 the stakes were a lot bigger so I had to be broader and cover a larger scope with music.  I used the full forces of the orchestra a lot more,” explained Lewis. After giving Joe the film, Juliana is forced to flee the fury of the Resistance while embarking on a new path to save her home from destruction. Joe confronts his absent father in Berlin, who is not as he seems. Smith wrestles with what to do about his ill son. Frank takes a gamble with his life in a bid to save Ed. Tagomi’s life is turned upside down by his “travel” to an alternative world.  “The Season 2 soundtrack is an evolution of Season 1, pushing the themes in different directions, broadening the palette and really letting loose with the orchestra at times.” British-born composer Dominic Lewis’ sensational talents have capitulated him to the forefront of music in television and film.  Most recently, Dominic scored seasons one and two of Amazon’s critically acclaimed series THE MAN IN THE HIGH CASTLE, produced by Ridley Scott and starring Alexa Davalos and Rupert Evans—within a month of its release, the show became Amazon’s most popular series ever.  Upcoming for Lewis is Warner Brothers Pictures and New Line Cinema’s comedy FIST FIGHT starring Ice Cube, Charlie Day and Tracy Morgan, which is set to release nationwide on February 17th. Beyond his success in television, Dominic composed a variety of feature films. Earlier this year Dominic scored Sony’s riveting hostage drama, MONEY MONSTER, starring George Clooney and Julia Roberts.  Dominic received an Annie Award nomination for Outstanding Achievement in Music for his work on FREE BIRDS, starring Owen Wilson, Woody Harrelson and Amy Poehler.  His innate instinct for harmonizing music and picture has been recognized as he was nominated for the World Soundtrack Award’s Discovery of the Year for his work on SPOOKS: THE GREATER GOOD, starring Kit Harington and Peter Firth.  Dominic also scored THE DUFF, starring Mae Whitman and Bella Thorne and OPEN SEASON: SCARED SILLY. Prior to his successful career as a composer, Dominic studied at the Royal Academy of Music in London, where he received classical training in cello and music composition.  Throughout his time at the Royal Academy, he was mentored by Rupert Gregson-Williams and was given the opportunity to co-compose the score for his first feature film, THE POET, directed by Damien Lee.  Dominic also drew on his strong orchestral background to orchestrate and arrange two classical albums, Camilly Kerslake and The Priests, and wrote the album for the Lily May Show. Following his move from England to the United States, he joined John Powell, composing for the 2011 Oscar Nominated film, HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON. He has since worked with some of Hollywood’s most renowned composers including Henry Jackman and Hans Zimmer. His additional music credits include GULLIVER’S TRAVELS, CLASH OF THE TITANS, Rango, Rio, Kung Fu Panda 2, Puss in Boots, Man on a Ledge, Wreck-It Ralph, Red Dawn, X-Men: 1st Class, Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows, G.I. Joe: Retaliation, Captain Phillips, This is the End, Captain America: The Winter Solider, The Amazing Spider-Man 2, Big Hero 6, Kingsman: The Secret Service, The Interview and multiple commercials. Seasons 1&2 of THE MAN IN THE HIGH CASTLE are currently viewable through Amazon Prime. Varèse Sarabande will release THE MAN IN THE HIGH CASTLE Season One soundtrack digitally on January 13th and the two-CD THE MAN IN THE HIGH CASTLE Seasons 1&2 soundtrack on February 24, 2017. # # # www.varesesarabande.com For more information contact KrakowerGroup[at]gmail.com, or @KrakowerGroup on Twitter ABOUT VARÈSE SARABANDE RECORDS Founded in 1978, Varèse Sarabande is the most prolific producer of film music in the world, releasing the highest quality soundtracks from the world’s greatest composers. From current box office hits and top television series to the classics of Hollywood’s Golden Age, Varèse Sarabande’s catalog includes albums from practically every composer in every era, covering all of film history; from Bernard Herrmann, Alex North and Jerry Goldsmith to Alexandre Desplat, Michael Giacchino, and Brian Tyler. Varèse Sarabande releases deluxe and expanded editions of special soundtracks for the film music aficionado. The Varèse Vintage imprint specializes in releasing new and re-issued albums by classic pop, jazz and country artists. Varèse Sarabande Records is distributed by Universal Music Group. Follow:  twitter.com/varesesarabande Watch:  youtube.com/varesesarabande Listen:  open.spotify.com/user/varesesarabanderecords Like:  facebook.com/varesesarabanderecords Buy:  varesesarabande.com