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Princess Sarah and Joshua
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@bymargrace
Princess Sarah and Joshua
“Brother— I couldn’t help but notice that you’re now being regarded as… Sparky? Mayhap you joined a band of minstrels or got struck by lightning— Ah, it’s Ramuh, isn’t it?” //lmao i am sorry i had to
❛ This was not what I intended when I said I'd be honouring Cid. ❜
Betrayed by his own brother. His own flesh and blood. His own charge. Imagine!
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When Mid had invited Rylan along for a s'mores night with Joshua, the boy accepted the invitation. It sounded great once they were explained to him! Marshmallows and chocolate. What kid couldn't resist? The group had spent time gathering firewood and setting up which was fun! The brunette helped by gathering tiny sticks and twigs in the underbrush.
"S'mores! We're coming for you later!" he called out tossing his small find onto the pile.
However, it was when the campfire was started that night after dinner in the firepit that the boy became quiet. As the two adults sat closer to the flames, Rylan decided to stay back on a little chair in the dim light watching as the flames leapt about.
Why did the fire have to be so big and jump almost everywhere? What if Mid and Joshua got hurt? Suddenly, he wasn't liking this experience very much and he felt uncomfortable.
"Can we make the s'mores away from the fire?" he piped up as his eyes went to the bag of gooey marshmallows staying on the ground. "They'll probably taste the same over here too."
@bymargrace replied to your post “"My little chickadee..."”:
"Mother hen, am I? It is a role I never envisaged for myself, but if it amuses you, Lady Yuna, then just for the day, I shall be the most dutiful mother hen."
"Very well. I accept your proclamation, Mother Joshua. Therefore, if it isn't too much to ask, can you preen my feathers to be as luscious, vibrant and colorful as yours?"
@bymargrace sent : “Uh— umf…? Brother, you wield the blazing flames of Ifrit. You are a Dominant of Fire blessed by the Phoenix. Your formidable presence reflects the fire’s sheer ardor and intensity. Now tell me, Brother, how would you not consider yourself… hot?” //icry i just really wanna bother you lmao Send 'UMF' if your muse thinks Clive is hot! || Accepting
Clive just stared at his brother as the avalanche of words just appeared, attempting to bury him before he could figure out what Joshua was trying to say. The silence that built was a little...heavy, Clive staring down at his younger brother like something was wrong, only for him to sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose, shaking his head as his eyes fell closed.
"It's not supposed to be literal, Joshua..."
🌿🍒 //lol why not hahaha
mistletoe (or mistleFOE.)
It's been approximately six hours since he'd embarrassed the hell out of Instructor Rosfield in the hall, and Seifer's on his way to dinner, swimming upstream against the crowd of people who have beaten him there and are already leaving.
As fate would have it, alas (and despite a lesson he probably should have learned earlier about being aware of his surroundings), he spots the only person he can stand in Garden...
Standing about an inch to the left of another sprig of that crap, right near the library doors.
It's close enough for Seifer; he crosses the hall, narrowly avoiding taking out a team of cadets balancing a precariously large diorama between them, and before Rosfield can notice him-- not that he's exactly discrete-- Seifer makes his move, tucking a finger under his chin and planting a kiss on a very startled mouth.
"Instructor," Seifer drawls, "we really have to stop meeting like this."
Crawls under Clive’s bed.
"Joshua..." His tone is gentle but firm. Leaning forward to peer beneath the bed, he gives his brother a stern look, or tries to at least. But his gaze is softened with sympathy.
"You cannot hide in here every time you have a disagreement with Mid."
@bymargrace replied to your post :
gives her treats
─「エデン」─ treats ? golden eyes lit up as her ears perked immediately. the sadness vanished and was instantly replaced by sparkles in those amber hues. she blinked. " for me ? "