Lady Scientia

Independent roleplay blog for Charlotte Scientia ( older sister to onuscientia's Ignis Scientia - same mun! ) This is a sideblog, so all follows will come from ONUSCIENTIA.

[norue67]

oh god oh fuck she has a gun

[sisterscientia]

                         When  you  come  home  to  your  husband  having  launched  the  children  into  orbit  again . . .

[sisterscientia]

strictomiles​:

He cant help but laugh, it starts as a snort but, finally escapes as something fully fledged. He didn’t personally know the King but, he’d heard enough stories. How especially fearsome he was if only for his bitter gaze. Attempting to reel himself in, he covers his mouth with a hand and clears his throat. But, that would only work for so long if Charlotte kept being so hilariously charming.

“So, I better be on my best behaviour, huh?” With that he rolls down his sleeves temporarily hiding the ink that covered his arms. Of course, if they did go through with this marriage–- the Scientias would come to see the less ‘proper’ parts of him in time. But, for now. Gladio thought it best to at least try to have his best foot forward. While he felt he could relax in front of Charlotte. The King and the Prince would be a different story altogether. 

He rises and takes her hand after adjusting his clothes, a haphazard attempt at straightening himself out. “Oh… Thanks for the heads up. Don’t worry, i’m not too quick to judge. ‘sides. He has no reason to be nice to me off the bat, even if you didn’t tell me that.” From what he could hear the man was very talented regardless of his plight. In all honesty, he was eager to hear even a little bit of the piano without the doors obscuring it. 

          It’s  just  as  Charlotte  forewarned,  as  they  approached  where  her  brother  sat,  focused  and  skillfully  running  his  fingers  over  the  keys  of  the  piano.  Seems  he  needn’t  SIGHT  to  be  masterful  at  the  skill,  continuing  with  the  elegant  chorale  even  as  he  detects  MOVEMENT  by  way  of  sound.

          “  Charlotte ?  “

       Her  heels  are  always  a  dead  giveaway,  loud  and  distinctive  against  the  hardwood  flooring.  Despite  how  UNCOMFORTABLE  they  tended  to  be,  she  won’t  admit  that  it’s  the  very  reason  she  opts  to  wear  them,  even  when  the  dress  code  didn’t  call  for  them.  He  always  knows  it’s  her,  and  that’s  exactly  what  she  wants.  “  Right,  as  usual,  brother,  though  I  bring  with  me  someone  else !  Your . . .  soon  to  be  brother  in  law,  in  fact ! “

       The  first  of  many  blatant  differences  betwixt  the  two  siblings  becomes  apparent  rather  quickly.  Charlotte,  casual  and  quick  to  jump  to  HUMOR  in  an  otherwise  serious  situation,  whereas  her  younger  brother  had  a  sternness  and  sense  of  FORMALITY  about  him  that  was  EXPECTED  of  the  Royal  Family.  

                      “  Fortunate,  that  you  have  arrived  safely.  I  pray  you  are  settling  in  comfortably.  “  Ignis  rises  from  the  piano  bench,  which  prompts  Charlotte  to  gently  tug  Gladio  closer  so  the  visually  impaired  man  needn’t  fumble  his  way  around.  Glossed  over  eyes  stare  in  Gladio’s  general  direction,  unaware  of  just  how  impressive  his  stature  truly  was,  as  a  hand  lifts  in  search  of  a  handshake.  “  A  pleasure  to  make  your  acquaintance,  Gladiolus.  “

[maruartblog]

Mercedes + autumn colors <3

[sisterscientia]

“Char~” he almost whined as he was dragged to the next shop. Arms already laden with bags of things he was sure he’d probably never get around to wearing. “I’m going to need a whole new room for all these clothes you keep making me buy! And when am I going to wear all these shirts?” Maybe he’d promised not to complain, but with the amount they were buying the only way he would wear them all was by changing his clothes four times a day.

Prompted Ask - [ NOCTIS AND CHAR ] : @inscmnus ;;

Charlotte, in all her EXCITEMENT that she'd managed to convince Noctis to join her for this shopping excursion, cares little for his complaining. " You live in a rather sizable castle, no ? " She challenges, continuing to pull him along with a chirpy hum, eyes scanning the mall perimeter for their next destination. " --- and, as king, you likely have a number of suitable events to wear these to ! Galas, interviews, fancy dinners with dignitaries, potential romantic dates . . . if you NEED things to do, we can even go out on random, friendly dinner dates, and you can model these for me ! "

Seems she had an answer for EVERYTHING, and would not TAKE any other answer besides an ' Okay, Charlotte ' in response.

[sisterscientia]

          Don’t  make  her  get  involved,  Your  Majesty.

[porcineprince]

some mercie headshotssss

[sisterscientia]

"Come outside, I have something to show you." The summer months ahead of them meant it was well time they started working on their backyard which, previously had mostly been a place for the dog to get his energy out when they hadn't had time to take him on a walk. The days grew longer and with any sliver of free time away from duty and family, he'd busied himself with his own little pet project. Creating a version of Charlotte's mother's garden but, on a much, much smaller scale. Now that he'd put in seating and a small, canine safe fire pit–- it was ready to be appreciated. "So, whaddya think? Told you i'm not just a pretty face."

Somewhat Prompted Ask - [ ALWAYS ACCEPTING ] ;; ♥ @strictomiles

When she's gently coaxed from the couch and towards the back door, she can't help but be somewhat SKEPTICAL that this is another one of the Amicitia Patented Pranks. That she would be pressed to the sliding door glass, only to be victim to a front row seat view of a family of dastardly raccoons FEEDING away at whatever scraps they could find.

She TRUSTS Gladio not to kid around with her this fine afternoon, but prepares to retaliate, just in case.

" What have you been getting into back here ? " She questions, as she follows him outside to the expansive area. Since the twins had been born, she'd had little reason to come out here, fearful the air and elements may prove to be too much for their developing immune systems. Now, however, with Delilah and Eve having grown, and both parents having settled into a steady, more comfortable routine of parenthood, mayhap that could finally change.

The first thing she notices is that everything has been cleaned up. Regis' scattered toys, picked up and placed elsewhere. The grass, cut, and anything else that looked disorderly now had a place. Then came the realization that there were FLOWERS planted there . . . flowers she was certain she hadn't put there herself. Flowers that looked . . . distinctly like her mother's favorites.

" Are those . . . gardenias ? And . . . amaryllis. . . " Spoken more-so to herself as she took that step forward, crouching amongst the community of flora and running a few fingers, gently, over one of the petals. Easily, she could have settled into one of the chairs he'd put out for this very purpose, but instead, she seems more than content getting comfortable on the ground, legs bent and tucked against her chest as she struggled to fight the onslaught of tears.

" It's . . . lovely, baby . . . "

The waver in her voice is telling enough that this meant the absolute world to her. Truly, everything Gladio did somehow made her fall for him more and more ( if such was even possible, at this point ), but then, he did things like this, and she starts wondering how she got so lucky . . .

" . . . a piece of home away from home . . . " She sniffs, and turns to look up at him with a slanted grin. " . . . thank you, Gladdy. "

[lassi]

me: *drops phone on boyfriends face when trying to take a cute picture of him sleeping*

[mimi-maru]

[sisterscientia]

forfeitsouls​:

The woman’s words had him patting himself over. Yes, he still had a waterskin on his hip though, it was drained dry. The revelation came with a vicious growl of his stomach that couldn’t be played off. “No–- I am not. I’m from Whitestone.” Better to say his home front than where he currently abided, just in case. He reached into his coat, to his back, a sigh of relief when his fingers brushed what he’d been looking for. From there he pulled a pistol out of it’s holster and spun the barrel. Empty but, still in good condition. Better than expected. He of course, thought nothing of what Charlotte would think seeing him draw a weapon so casually, checking it over as if it were a precious child.

“I don’t believe I am injured, no. A little bruised, perhaps but, nothing extreme.” And likely partially due to her prior tackle. The gun is then settled back in it’s holster now that he’s pleased with the once over. “No one else is going to react like that to my appearance if I do come inside, are they?”

            She  liked  to  say  she  was  well  educated,  and  well  traveled.  Mayhap  not  to  the  degree  that  her  brother  was,  with  how  oft  he  was  tugged  along  for  royal  affairs,  but  she  at  least  knew  there  was  no  ‘  Whitestone  ‘  anywhere  in  this  region,  or  beyond.  That  HARDLY  set  her  mind  at  ease.

        If  he  didn’t  know  how  he  got  here,  then  logic  would  claim  it  would  be  extremely  hard  to  get  him  back.

                       “  Well,  we  should  likely  get  you  f--  “  Baby  blues  fall  upon  the  weapon  she’d  SWORN  hadn’t  been  there  just  a  second  ago,  her  feet  stumbling  over  one  another  in  her  endeavor  to  establish  distance.  “  Percival,  you  cannot  simply  pull  forth  a  WEAPON  out  in  the  open  so  carelessly !  Especially  not  on  guarded  property !  “  She  grabs  him  by  the  sleeve,  heels  clacking  along  the  cobblestone  pathway  as  she  urges  him  towards  the  house.  “  Maribella  may  slip  up  in  name,  but  she  will  not,  ah . . .  tackle  you,  no.  Father  will . . .  be  indifferent.  “  Her  cheeks  flush  from  embarrassment,  yet,  thankfully,  she’s  leading  the  way  and  not  turned  in  his  direction ;;  he  needn’t  see  her  shame.  

[sisterscientia]

Ignis in every verse: I have feelings for Gladio.

Charlotte: damn me 2

[sisterscientia]

forfeitsouls​:

“Nevermind. I misspoke.” He mumbles with a sullen sort of look. Of course any normal person would be off put by a bear roaming the streets with someone guiding it or not. He only hoped one of the twins had ended up with the creature so it was well protected. “Ah–- but, if you do come across one. Try not to be rid of it would you?”

Not convincing in the slightest. In his daze, or rather– the surprise of being tackled he’d lost any charisma and charm he would have had previously. In trying to figure out this woman. She wasn’t dislike his partner but, also not unlike his sister. How dizzying. 

He didn’t doubt that he seemed like a raving lunatic at this point. “I daresay, i’m rather lost is the problem and I think my companions… bear included are as well.”

     Alright,  lost---  they  were  getting  somewhere  with  this  crucial  piece  of  information  that  indicated  he,  indeed,  was  NOT  from  around  here.  Her  expression  adopts  a  level  of  pity  for  this  strange  man,  who  seemed  at  a  complete  loss  for  where  to  BEGIN,  amidst  what  appeared  to  be  quite  the  predicament.  “  I  can  only  assume  you  are  not  from  Lucis,  then,  or  any  of  the  surrounding  areas ?  “

     ---  and,  more  importantly,  did  he  have  any  food,  water,  gil,  or  basic  necessities  in  his  possession  that  would  help  him  SURVIVE  until  he  returned  home (  wherever . . .  home  WAS ? )

                      “  Percy . . .  “  The  eldest  Scientia  child  utters  his  name  softly,  before  reaching  out  to  place  a  palm  to  his  shoulder.  “  First  and  foremost,  have  you  eaten ?  Are  you  hydrated ?  Any  wounds  to  note ?  Mayhap  it  would  be  best  if  you  come  inside  and  rest.  “

[sisterscientia]

strictomiles​:

The pensive way she seemed to linger on the question made her all the more interesting. Not an immediate of course I do. Or an eventually. It seemed she was really thinking about it and not making her answer on what he or her family wanted to hear. It was refreshing. Especially when it came to their upcoming marriage of convenience for everyone but them. He watches her with a quiet curiosity, paired with something of a smirk. Okay, maybe he was actually grinning. But, he hoped it wasn’t anything too goofy or unbecoming.

“Isn’t that the nice thing about being in charge?” He asks, raising his fist to rest his temple upon it as he gazed upon his betrothed. “Once you take the reigns you can make the rules…” To an extent. But, despite knowing that, he wouldn’t dampen his words. “Go on trips and say they’re for some sorta meeting of the minds…”

The more he looks at her the more he’s awash in her beauty. The way she seemed to slip in and out of formality. A certain amount of mischief in those eyes that was held back by her station. His eyes happened to linger upon her  lips a while as she’d spoken…. Gorgeous. Definitely the type of woman he’d go for on any given day. Maybe this was fortuitous… something to calm his hayday of going to bed with whoever tickled his fancy. He’d been too busy to date normally and online dating had seemed so unappealing. 

“Y’know, if you end up hating me and are stuck with me…” A certain frown crosses his features just for a moment as he’s taken out of that haze of wondering just how they’d work together. After all, so far. So good. “Wouldn’t be mad if you needed something else on the side.” He saved his wandering mind with a smirk that flashed his teeth, a dark chuckle coming in tandem.

“But, we better get through a date or two before we make any decisions, huh?”

        “  Have  you  met  my  father ?  The  more  spiteful  he  is,  the  more  years  he  adds  onto  his  life,  and  he  is  VERY  spiteful,  Gladio.  “  Charlotte  raises  a  hand  to  her  lips,  to  laugh  at  the  terribly  truthful  jab  to  her  father.  Best  to  not  damper  the  mood  with  talk  of  the  bitter  royal---  Gladio  would  come  to  see  exactly  what  she  meant  in  due  time.  “  I  may  never  see  the  crown  or  the  throne,  at  this  rate.  He’ll  outlive  me,  you,  my  brother. . .  immortal,  that  man !  “

       She  can  hear  some  of  the  maids  giggling  under  their  own  breaths,  despite  them  attempting  to  look  like  they  were  busy,  and  NOT  listening  in  on  the  princess’  conversation  with  her  betrothed.  Clair  was  sweeping  the  pathway  and  Mary  was  clipping  the  rosebushes---  all  things  that  had  been  done  already.  Nosy,  the  lot  of  them,  and  absolutely  hopeless  when  it  came  to  hiding  it.

                      “  Hm ?  “  He’s  been  staring  at  her  (  or,  her  eyes  deceive  her  and  she’s  making  stuff  up  to  discourage  any  disappointment.  )  She  flushes  pink,  suddenly  a  tad  self  conscious,  and  reaches  a  hand  up  to  fidget  with  her  hair.  A  tad  strange  for  her,  given  her  usual  confidence,  AWARE  that  she  was  beautiful  enough  to  warrant  attention,  but  never  shying  away  from  it  or  needing  to  seek  validation.  Not  like  this.  There  was  something  ABOUT  him  that  made  her  want  to  be,  at  least,  SOMEWHAT  desirable,  besides  the  fact  they  were  to  be  wed  and,  thusly,  ‘  stuck  with  each  other.  ‘  

         “  Well,  every  good  relationship  starts  with  meeting  the  family,  yes ?  Is  that  not  the  very  first  step ?  “  Not  really  the  idea  of  a  ‘  first  date,  ‘  per-se,  but  she  can  see  her  brother  through  the  glass  of  the  porch  doors,  immersed  in  his  piano  solo,  given  the  faint  sound  of  a  ballad  that  filtered  through,  which  meant  the  KING  was  not  too  far  behind.  The  longer  they  kept  him  waiting,  the  less  hospitable  he  would  end  up  acting.  “  Once  you  meet  my  brother  and  my  father,  we  may  be  left  to  our  own  devices  for  the  time  being.  Just . . .  so  you  are  aware,  however . . .“  She  begins,  pausing  to  finish  her  tea  before  rising  from  her  chair,  hand  extended  to  him  so  she  could  politely  guide  him  to  their  next  destination,  “  Ignis  --  my  brother  --  is  hard  of  seeing,  so  I  promise  he  is  not  being  rude  if  it  appears  he  is  not  looking  at  you.  He  is  very  sweet !  “

[tsukiyumi]

Summer Mercie is so cute!!

[sisterscientia]

Oh ! I should note that Gladio ( @strictomiles ) and Char have officially gotten married ( eloped to the beach to do it, and pissed everyone off in the process, but they’re still gonna have a ceremony later on so Iris and Mrs. Amicitia won’t murder them both ).

[sisterscientia]

Yami: Ten years ago today, I married my best friend.

Yami: Charlotte is still really mad about it, but Jack and I were drunk and thought it was funny.