RESTORATION KING

(closed ephraim rp blog. affiliated with ferp.)

[restorationprince]

hey everyone. after a long while of being this ridiculous asshole prince, a shorter while of being a less asshole prince, and a few short stints into varying degrees of assholes, I’ve decided to leave FERP. it’s been a fun time, but I’m entering a new chapter of my own life, and I don’t have the energy to devote to ephraim and xander like I used to. 

for those I’ve just started threads with: my apologies! I just don’t want to give you less than you deserve from these two characters, who mean a lot to me. 

for long term thread buddies: it’s been real! there are a bunch of interactions here that I’ve really loved, relationships I never would have expected to create. I don’t intend to delete anything from this blog, or from xander’s. 

message me if you’d like my discord or another way to stay in touch. 

bye! 

[darklingmyrrh-blog]

To Reunite [ Myrrh & Ephraim ]

[ Starter for @restorationprince! ]

Myrrh looks around the town of Renais’s capital, her eyes scouring the castle town for one figure.

She hadn’t left Darkling Woods in a while—there were too many duties to perform. Morva’s burial, looking after the Sacred Stone that had sealed away the Demon King’s soul, and removing the Darkling Woods of all evil sources… she had been too busy for any sort of leisure visits. Besides, there was no time for kings, queens, or people who had to rebuild the countries to host her.

Now, though, there was time. And so, she had planned a visit with one of her old friends.

Myrrh’s eyes scour the crowd before resting on one figure who stands out over the rest.

“Ah… Brother…!” she calls aloud, raising her hand tentatively. “Over here…!”

[restorationprince]

Ephraim hadn’t been sure whether to be excited or nervous for Myrrh visiting Renais. After all, it was a long journey for her, and he wasn’t sure how she’d adjust to the bustling energy of a capital city compared to the quiet hamlets around her woods. Still, he hoped a visit might cheer her up, and there were so many things in Renais she could never experience at home. He’d settled into a sort of anxious energy, pacing around the castle grounds until it was around time to go seek her out. 

He spotted her hand, somehow (though she was of course much shorter than the average passerby) and hurried over, pausing only briefly to smile in return to the people happy to see their king among them. Without really thinking, he bent and picked Myrrh up, forgetting, as always, that she was not a typical little girl. 

“Ah -- it’s been so long! Have you gotten bigger?” She hadn’t. Ephraim had realized long before that by the time Myrrh grew even an inch, he’d be old and gray. “I swear you’ve grown. You’ll have to lift me up soon enough.” 

[restorationprince]

... Well met, Ephraim. Still wandering around town like a ghost instead of a prince?

“Like neither – like a king,” Ephraim answers, with a grin to show he means any insult in jest. “I thought keeping up with this kind of thing was your strong suit, Innes?” 

[restorationprince]

Crap. I fucking hate it when he did that, Innes pondered… begrudgingly. He inhaled, trying to contain himself from engaging Ephraim in further meaningless debates where they’d just cause word rains on each other.

“So,” his tone was strangely calm, marking the upcoming venom he was about to launch, “you left her with the books and papers in Renais as always.”

Innes wasn’t sure why the Renais royal could boil his blood that much, but even if he could only best Ephraim in a battle of wits, boy he sure did want to win.

“I’d rather she manage Renais, her home, than what I deal with in Grado,” Ephraim replied, still pointedly... pleasant. “I’m not sure what the alternative might be, given what we’re dealing with?” 

Given the insults he faced -- and those were truly the least of his problems -- Ephraim shuddered to think of the accusations that might be levied against his twin. The thought soured his mood, just for a moment, but he fought to maintain his composure. Eirika would be so disappointed if he got into a fight. (Again.) 

“Even if either of us had the luxury of not running a country, I assure you, neither Eirika nor I would take it. There’s more to it than books and papers -- and even just those are better split between two people. Are they not?”

[restorationprince]

Free for All Friday - switch clothes with our sisters

(sorry I didn’t see this on Friday -- I didn’t post the meme but I’ll go for it anyway!) 

As children, Ephraim and Eirika shared nearly everything. Clothing, toys, hobbies, and especially personal space. As they’d aged, their caretakers grew stricter -- Princess Eirika, that isn’t ladylike. Prince Ephraim, a prince does not conduct himself that way. And it grew harder and harder to swap places and trick their teachers and servants, much to Ephraim’s chagrin. 

So if the expected reaction to a sudden pair of red thigh-high boots and a short skirt was embarrassment, Ephraim didn’t catch the hint. He simply stretched one leg out, and then the other, admiring the way the boots accented his musculature. Then he glanced over and realized he wasn’t the only one with a sudden change of attire. 

“Honestly, this is much better suited for the summer, now that I think of it,” he said. “Care for a spar? I’ll even go easy on you while you get used to the breeze.”

[restorationprince]

... Well met, Ephraim. Still wandering around town like a ghost instead of a prince?

“Like neither – like a king,” Ephraim answers, with a grin to show he means any insult in jest. “I thought keeping up with this kind of thing was your strong suit, Innes?” 

[strategematicusrex-deactivated2]

He was annoyed. Well, perhaps that was a strong word to begin with; more than anything, he was disturbed. Or to be exact, he was disturbed knowing that this Renais royal could actually make him feel disturbed. So much for a fortified castle, he huffed. 

But this time felt rather different because Ephraim actually grinned at him. A shit-eating grin regardless, but…

So he finally noticed me? Innes mused again, thinking how indifferent Ephraim’s reaction so far had been if not him grilling the latter’s ass at archery matches—a payback he graciously gave for having his ass grilled at friendly lance-wielding tournaments.

Well…

“Forgive me, King Ephraim,” in an unexpected move, he changed his curt tone into a very… courteous one. A Seth-kin kind of tone as Tana once dubbed it. “I am very good at it, yes. I even noticed when our seas did not lay the same fish quota as always. Well, you see—”

Here comes the counterattack. Be ready, lance monster.

“I always pay attention to important, worthy things. As far as royal-ing goes, I do agree with you that I’m also very good at keeping up with it, yes. Which explains why I’ve been working home at the palace unlike you who paraded around playing adventurous mercenary.”

Without waiting for Ephraim’s reply, he quickly added, “and how is your sister? With you being a king, I imagine her doubling trouble now that she got help.”

[restorationprince]

“She’s quite well,” Ephraim answered, with an absolutely effortless smile -- as if he wasn’t at all insulted. (Eirika was making him better at this, and she was right -- how, after all, could he prove his worth as a king with hotheaded retorts?) 

“But it’s hardly fair for her to do all the work herself in Renais, so she and I share our duties when I’m able. Considering my work in Grado, I’m sure you understand -- as it turns out, my playing prepared me quite uniquely for my work there.” 

[restorationprince]

reunited (again) [Ephraim | Eirika]

[restorationprince]

New tears sprang to Eirika’s eyes.

She knew she didn’t deserve that – not after how she’d withdrawn from Ephraim, so horrified by what he’d done, even though it had all been for Renais. For her. But she also knew that she couldn’t say no.

“I love you,” she whispered, because an apology was too late and a simple “thank you” would not suffice. She squeezed his hands and then pulled away to check for the knife she still kept hidden up her left sleeve.

“We’ll have to find a way to get Lyon out of here tonight, then. The longer we wait, the more we risk.”

As she squeezed his hands, Ephraim pressed a kiss to her hair and echoes her words. It wasn’t quite enough, but he had to believe there was some better future ahead -- one that, this time, ended with the three of them, all together. 

He studied his sister for a moment, and caught the flash of silver at her sleeve. Good. So she’d been prepared from the start. 

“He said he’d come for you, here? Perhaps we could wait, and then force our way back out with him.” 

[restorationprince]

... Well met, Ephraim. Still wandering around town like a ghost instead of a prince?

“Like neither -- like a king,” Ephraim answers, with a grin to show he means any insult in jest. “I thought keeping up with this kind of thing was your strong suit, Innes?” 

[restorationprince]

SAME SAME SAME TWINS TWINS TWINS

TWWWIIIINNNNSSSS 

I was so nervous when I joined FERP that you wouldn’t like my take on Ephraim or whatever, and with the characters soooo interdependent, that would have been a dealbreaker for me. But here I am, like.... 2-3?? years later??? still out here with #1 lance asshole, and now a goth bf too, incredible. 

[rpmemediary]

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[restorationprince]

reunited (again) [Ephraim | Eirika]

[restorationprince]

“It isn’t selflessness.” Eirika stared him down, knowing he was searching her for doubt. “He’s hurt us both; I won’t deny it. But you took the burden of his death alone, last time.”

She knew she didn’t have to explain. Their whole lives, she and Ephraim shared everything: a womb, a throne, toys and clothes and food. And what couldn’t be shared was taken in equal turns. Innes and Tana always squabbled over something Ephraim and Eirika had figured out since before they could talk.

“It’s my turn, Ephraim.”

For a moment, the idea of taking turns with this was so grotesque that Ephraim could hardly find words. He gripped at her hands, trying to be the brother he knew she needed. 

“When -- if -- if it comes to that....” 

He thought of the long nights alone he’d spent on the way back to Renais. The way Eirika hadn’t even looked at him when first he returned, how she’d nearly recoiled when she saw that blood on his spear. The part of the bargain that weighed most heavily on him, the part he still could scarcely speak of. 

“....If it comes to that, I’ll be there for you, after. You won’t have to bear it alone.” 

[restorationprince]

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this is from this 8000 years ago so no worries but wow! I can’t believe it’s not angst

My muse handcuffed to the bedpost

To say Lyon had “found” him in such a predicament felt a bit dishonest. Rather, it was Lyon who’d put him there in the first place. He’d taken off his own shirt, left all his own kisses up and down Lyon’s neck, really responded quite enthusiastically up until this moment. 

“So... am I supposed to stay like this?” Ephraim asked. Not that he was opposed. He just wasn’t quite sure he understood the point. “I mean, if that’s what you’d like, it’s fine. I’m just, uh, well. I can’t use my arms like this, you know.” 

[restorationprince]

👘

A memory associated with an article of clothing they have

The cloak is a little too long for him -- it drags a bit on the floor and sags on his shoulders.

“Perhaps it’s a little early,” Fado says with a chuckle, and gives his son a rare ruffle of his hair. “You’ll grow into it soon enough. No need to wear it now.” 

 But Ephraim doesn’t plan on taking it off. He wears it the whole way to Grado, and the whole way back. By the time the year is out, his father’s words have come true. It makes him feel princely, but not in the stiff, annoying way Innes always is, or the delicate way Lyon is. For once, in a pleasant way, it makes him feel like his father’s son. 

(When he drapes it around Lyon’s shoulders, much later, he doesn’t mention its origins. He just pulls it tight and lets his touch linger, wondering if his father might forgive this.) 

[theprincesdespair]

In Another Time | Lyon? & Ephraim

[theprincesdespair]

restorationprince:

Ephraim moved before he could think. He’d raged in silence for so long, and all of it bubbled at once to the surface. Lyon’s body was so easy, too easy to shove and pin against a tree, Ephraim’s hand fixed at his throat. 

“Don’t you dare threaten her,” he snarled, inches from a face still too familiar. “I killed you once – I killed Lyon once. Don’t think I won’t do it again.” 

There was still that chill of dread, that he could do it again, that he’d ever done it in the first place. But Ephraim had grown skilled at swallowing it. If it had to be done, he could do it. He could bear anything. 

His lips curled into a smirk. Finally, the tipping point. Perhaps if He played His hand right, He could get Ephraim to kill the boy right after He enters His new vessel, make all of his efforts for naught. Whatever He can do to break these thorn-in-His-side twins as much as He possibly can.

“At ease, King Ephraim,” He said calmly, voice strained by the hand on His throat. “So long as you keep your promise, no harm will befall her. Now unhand me.”

[restorationprince]

A promise from a demon’s mouth meant nothing. Ephraim lingered for a moment -- even with this supernatural strength, it would be easy to just end it again. It was still, after all, Lyon’s delicate body, and he knew his own strength so well. 

But he let his grip weaken and drop at last. It wasn’t as if he could predict what might happen if he ended it this way, and after all, what would become of Eirika if things went south? 

“Fine. To Grado, then.” He swallowed, looking away to hide the shame on his expression. His title meant nothing; his weapon was useless. “So long as she’s safe, I’ll stay.” 

[countreglay]

‘ You need to stay still. ’

[Care edition]

“… need to… still…”

The last of the centaur beasts laid smouldering on the ground beside the others; what wasn’t charred black had been stained red. Ephraim’s gauntlets, his lance, the notched axes on the ground… The latter of which may have been coated in his own.

With the adrenaline draining from his limbs and the hum of magic fading away, Pent could feel blood soaking into his robes. He pressed a hand to his side; his palm was red when he pulled it away. Well. How long had that been there?

“That does sound like a good idea,” he commented and took all of one step before collapsing forward under his own weight.

[countreglay]

restorationprince:

“I already owe her a favor or two,” Ephraim conceded. “But I know she won’t turn me away for number three. We haven’t much recourse, after all.” Perhaps if he asked nicely, Saleh would help with whatever those favors were meant to be.

“She’s a kind woman. When I – my leg – she helped see to it.” Details weren’t too important, now. He glanced over to gauge Pent’s state. At least he was still conscious and standing. He propped his spear up, forcing himself to stay upright, and pounded at the door. 

Right, there was nothing suspicious about old women living up in the mountains, was there? As Pent recalled, Canas’ mother was one such figure and she… probably would have given him some fierce side-eye with how heavily the feel of anima magic had clung to every fibre of his being, if he were honest, but some part of him still would have liked to think that Niime would have at very least tolerated him in her home.

But Ephraim was already knocking on the Elder’s door, and a woman in bulky robes answered, a walking stick in hand. She looked up at Ephraim with a note of recognition. “Ah. The Renetian lass’ brother, the one with the leg–” Pent stared, feeling the damp side of his bloodied robes stick to his skin. Most people had legs. “–and you’ve brought a friend. Come in, come in. In need of more rock moss, are you?”

[restorationprince]

"More than rock moss, if you can,” Ephraim answered, managing not to wince at the one with the leg. Always quick to the point -- and usually, that was a blessing. Better to cut to the chase. 

“He took -- I think an axe? -- in the woods. No poison, but still -- I did what I could.” There was still the pounding rush of adrenaline keeping him upright, but the dim cottage light and crackling fire had begun to soften it. “Eirika would be devastated if he didn’t make it home all right. Please, I know I’m already in your debt, but -- I didn’t know where else to go.” 

[restorationprince]

reunited (again) [Ephraim | Eirika]

[restorationprince]

“It’s not your fault.” Eirika shook her head hard. “If I’d even suspected, do you think I would have let you come here alone with him? It took your absence…it took me seeing you chained with my own eyes…”

She had always been so, so slow to see the truth. But they both knew it, now, and that meant they were both better off – right?

Feeling Ephraim cry, the hitching of his chest and the arm he lifted to swipe at his eyes, made Eirika shed the last of her reluctance. They’d both suffered and now they’d weep together. That was nothing to be ashamed of, she hoped.

“Before Lyon went back under, he told me to research the old legends. The stone of Rausten is still intact, and we’ve done this once before…I think we have a chance to save him. But if we mess it up…he has to die.” It took all her strength to say it with conviction, even though she knew it was the truth. “If it comes to that, let me do it. I know I might have hesitated, once, but…he’s hurt you so much…so I have no more reservations.”

"I should have known. The dead don’t just come back, we knew that, I knew that -- but I thought, if anyone deserved another chance....” 

But he couldn’t force any more words at the thought of Eirika having to strike Lyon down. He struggled for them, nearly breathless, hoping to find some hesitation in her eyes, finding none. 

No, he wanted to say. I bore it so you would never have to. But the thought of doing it again made him want to crumble even further. It had been bad enough to pierce a body he’d never held. Could he even pretend he was ready to do it all now? 

“He’s hurt you too,” he said instead. “I can tell. Don’t think I can’t. You don’t have to be so selfless.” 

[rp-meme-glaceon]

More Memories

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🌈- A memory about when they first fell in love

🌋- A memory about their first heartbreak

🏠- A memory about their childhood home/where they used to live

📷- A memory that comes with a picture they have

💡- A memory that comes with an object or keepsake they have

🔪- A memory about a dangerous situation

🎈- A memory about a time they were safe and relaxed

📔- A memory from a journal/diary entry

📝- A memory of them getting to know/meeting my muse

🔗- A memory about their proposal/wedding

🐥- A memory about their children (past, present, or future)

👘- A memory associated with an article of clothing they have

⚔️- A memory about war

🌅- A memory associated with a certain location

🏚- A memory about exploration

🛤- A memory about traveling

🌠- A time they wished upon a falling star

🐕-A memory of teamwork

🐺- A memory about being alone

🌟- WILDCARD

❄️Feel Free to add more memory prompts to this!❄️

[restorationprince]

reunited (again) [Ephraim | Eirika]

[restorationprince]

“Lyon isn’t allowing it,” Eirika protested as Ephraim turned away. “He has no control. I only saw him because the demon purposefully let him go, just for a moment.”

He was so stubborn… Eirika bit her cheek until she tasted blood and had to admit that in his position, she would feel the same. Hadn’t she made that choice already? Come back to free her brother, no matter the cost? And now here he was, for her, and he wouldn’t be persuaded any more than she would have been.

“We’ll have to find a way to kidnap him tonight, then. I have a theory that…with the stone of Rausten, and perhaps by the full moon, since the demon is strongest at the new moon…”

That was when he’d taken Lyon as his sacrifice, at least. But she could explain her theories later. They had so little time, but she wrapped her arms around Ephraim’s waist and pressed her cheek against his back, feeling herself crumble in tandem with him.

“I missed you so much.” Her voice was already watery. “I’d wished you wouldn’t come back, but at the same time, I’m so glad you did.”

“I couldn’t just leave,” Ephraim said immediately. At the sound of her voice breaking, he turned back to her and buried his face in her hair, his arms tight around her as if somehow it could keep them together. “I couldn’t. I wanted -- I wanted you to stay away, more than anything. I thought if I could just -- just work up the courage to end it again, then I could go home to you and everything would be all right again --”

It wouldn’t have been all right, he knew. It hadn’t been all right the first time, after all. He’d just stayed silent about it, kept it a secret. But now it was all out in the open, every raw, vulnerable emotion he’d ever had about it, and he couldn’t simply hide it all again or pretend as if it had never been there. He wiped at his cheeks, furious at himself more than anything. More than the demon -- more than Lyon, and the realization of how angry he was at Lyon just made it all worse.

“For a while, I wished -- I wished he’d never come back at all. I wished none of it had ever happened. I wished no one ever knew any of what I told you, and that you and I and -- and Renais -- could just... heal, finally. But now I don’t even know what to do, Eirika. I don’t. It’s all my fault for ever letting him back in, because after all of what he’s done, I didn’t learn a damn thing.”