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@sisterscientia
oh god oh fuck she has a gun
When you come home to your husband having launched the children into orbit again . . .
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. “
Mercedes + autumn colors <3
“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.
Don’t make her get involved, Your Majesty.
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"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. "
me: *drops phone on boyfriends face when trying to take a cute picture of him sleeping*
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.
Ignis in every verse: I have feelings for Gladio.
Charlotte: damn me 2
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. “
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 ! “
Summer Mercie is so cute!!
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 ).
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.