#echoedloyalty

[painintopcwer]

echoedloyalty replied to your post: “Can a birthday boy get a kiss?~”

Slowly licks his face.-flannel

“Not what I meant exactly, but from you, I will gladly accept.” Though he might wash his cheek here in a few minutes.

[drylic]

♘- grima (I FEEL BAD FORTHIS ONE)

♘ = stabbing them.

@drylicu @i-nsubordination (tagging both of them, because this is in regards to something I talked to jessica about some time back!)

also, putting under a cut because this contains some pretty uh, wild stuff.

trigger warnings as follows: tw; gore, tw; violence, tw; abuse tw; blood

      “ Whelp, you dare defy me?! Tell me now— Where has your sister fled to? “ Thick, claw-like appendages squeezed around the throat of the weak boy that Grima held up in the air. The tips of his razor-sharp nails pinching in a little too deeply as droplets of blood rolled down the boy-puppet’s neck. A gasp, both out of pain and need for oxygen clambered its way out of his tightly held esophagus. Marc’s teeth gritted in order to focus his tension somewhere, a tendril of drool being loudly ‘slurped’ as he tried to keep himself together as best as he could. 

      Just days prior Marc’s beloved twin sister had ‘ magically ‘ disappeared from the castle. Was Marc aware as to why? Not at all, as the twins grandmother had kept her plans hidden all along to get her grandchild away from the ferocious monstrosity that had become their father. The time to strike and scurry from Plegia had came with not enough time to prepare them both and thus, the older sorceress had been forced to make a choice on who to save and who to leave behind. Morgan would have surely died, that much was obvious to all of the grimleal around. In fact, it was often heard in quiet gossip that the sole reason the girl was alive was merely because their Master liked having a ‘ toy. ‘ Now, with his boredom setting in, it was obvious that without Morgan around to treat so cruelly the Fell Dragon would need to find someone else to take his frustrations out on.

      This brings us to Marc held up in the air like some sort of ragdoll. It did not matter if he was a master of Dark Magic or that he could properly cast the spells learnt from within Grima’s Truth. To the Fell Dragon he was nothing more than a useful puppet to do his bidding and quell any foes that dared to stand in his way. Morgan was just a bartering chip to keep the boy in line. And without her, Marc was as much of an asset as his sister; worthless and easily disposable.

      “ M-Master… I— hnngh… “ The redhead’s voice was husky and hoarse, barely capable of forming a proper sentence. His Master’s head cocked to the side, a smug and snarky grin spread widely on the Dragon’s features. The tight grip around Marc’s throat squeezed tighter, more blood dripping down before the creature’s hand relinquished its grip and dropped Marc to the floor. A resoundingly loud thud echoed through the chambers of the hall as the princeling landed flat on his back. Oh, how his back arched forward in pain as he gasped sharply and nearly screamed in immediate pain. It was over; he could catch his breath. As quickly as he could bring his arms up to his neck, Marc was covering his bleeding neck with the palms of his hands.

      For a brief— very, very brief moment, Marc felt relief. His master was giving him a moment to speak up and explain himself. Taking another deep breath in, Marc lifted his head to stare up towards his Master. Though when his maroon eyes met that sharp, crimson gaze Marc was staring back to the floor; unable to face the monster that lived within his father’s body. “ Morgan… Grandmother… I have no idea as to why they would leave, Master. Please… forgive me for not knowing… Should I go find them? “ Oh, a mistake so grave of him to have asked… Naivety in regards to their master was always going to be the downfall of Marc & Morgan…

      “ Find them? Oh, yes… You will hunt them down, and you will bring them back to me on their knees; begging and pleading for forgiveness. “ As Grima spoke, he stepped closer to Marc and hovered above his so-called ‘ successor. ‘ What a truly pathetic, useless being. At the very least he had his worth stemming from his loyalty and capable skills as an heir… Squatting down to be on Marc’s level, Grima’s claw-like appendages once again took a hold of their puppet. This time, of Marc’s chin and cheeks as he cupped the boy’s face almost ‘ lovingly ‘ like a father would. “ And when you do, I will make them scream louder than they have ever screamed before. Just, like this. “ With his opposing hand, Grima reached for a small ritual dagger that hung off his belt. Just before the pause in his speech, the Fell Dragon jammed the dagger straight into Marc’s shoulder. The teenager’s eyes went wide with a mixture of fear and agonizing pain. His jaw swung open as he went to scream in anguish; his hand rushing to clutch his arm though Grima prevented him from trying to remove the blade.

      “ They will scream just like this, only louder! “ The blade was twisted within his shoulder, encouraging the boy to scream louder just as the Dragon wanted to hear. “ And when their voices are too hoarse to scream any louder, I will silence them for good. Their heads will roll and their bodies will lay limp on the floor. You can even have the honors of burying them after. A good lad such as yourself deserves a reward, doesn’t he? Always following my orders, so obedient. “ Grima cackled as he released Marc’s face, his hand gently ‘ slapping ’ the side of his cheek before standing up and walking away. “ Clean yourself up and get to work. You’re bleeding all over the granite floor. “ There, Marc was left alone in the grand hall as he attempted to pull the dagger free his shoulder.

[drylicu]

as he had informed and readied marc, he would do just the same with his 'daughter'. just like her brother, perfection. no. no, not yet but soon. the fallen would approach her from behind, cold hand slowly stroking her raven locks. "you and your brother praddle often, you must know what today is." his voice could send chills down the bravest of spines; the way he spoke. "today is the day you take your first life and prove yourself. to make me p r o u d.." hands move to shoulders. "will you fall?"

         “…”

          There the child stood, waiting. Morgan had been called forth, and all she could wonder what was going to happen to them. Being called out was never a good thing, she’s come to learn. While waiting for him to come, she began pondering and trying to figure out where the father that used to love them had gone, she hadn’t even really been paying much attention to her surroundings. The ice cold hand that place itself on her head was certainly a large, startling feeling.

          To keep herself from practically jumping out of her skin, her whole body goes rigid instead.

          While she and Marc conversed almost every second of the day they were together, he had not informed her of what today is. Maybe he forgot to include her in his preparations?

          Regardless, Fath– Master Grima had come to tell her what today was. So…they were going to kill someone? Morgan…didn’t really want to do that. She didn’t want to kill anyone. Why couldn’t she just continue practicing her magic, and staying with Marc? They both stayed out of Master Grima’s way. Why couldn’t he let them be?

          Of course, she’d never voice this. She learned quickly that complaints were not cared for, and dealt with in a way she’d rather not experience again.

          Could she get them out of this?

          Morgan thought of pointing out that they had literally just been forcibly tattooed in their backs. A central spot for all nerves. Mobility was not limited, just difficult. However…Grima saw them walking without complaint. So either he thought them to have been over the pain, or didn’t care. Probably the latter.

          As hands move to her shoulders, Morgan tries to prevent herself from trembling.

         “I-…I’ll make you proud, Dad-…Master Grima.”

( @echoedloyalty + Grima )

[nobilismare]

' what if we kissed 😳 during tea time? 🙈 jk... unless ' -m!byleth

     “Professor, I ━ You almost had me there for a second. You do have a unique way of telling jokes and it’s challenging to realize that, especially when you say it with such a straight face!”

[nobilismare]

@echoedloyalty replied to your post: ❤ aaaa

ferdinand does the SMOLDER look. ‘my, my, have i always looked this gorgeous? of course~“

[nobilismare]

❤ aaaa

Shipping Call! | accepting❤ - romantic relationship

     "Please, it would only be fair if I gave my heart to one person… So who is the one who wishes to confess their love to me? Or ━ Is… is that a mirror? Hm, I look quite fine today, if I do say so myself.”

[drylic]

“Why are you hugging me?” -grima

           Eight years old and already he’d shown proof as a master of dark magic and swordsmanship. With his skills ever growing, Marc had become strictly devoted to putting his all into receiving praise from his parent. Despite the fact there was a monster that now hosted his father’s form, Marc still viewed them as his parent; no matter what. And whenever Grima ever so looked at him with praise, he was overwhelmed with joy. Normally, the small boy could hold it in and put his focus back towards his training… But this time, the words of praise that his master had given him were enough to have him bound for Grima’s waist in joy. A smile as widely spread from cheek to cheek as he clung to the man before him. But there, was that voice; the one full of obvious displeasure. Marc had made a mistake. His childish bewilderment got the better of him… This was no parent, he had to remind himself. He was under the rule of his master; the sole person who could decide whether his life was worth any merit in accomplishing his goals of leaving the world in devastation. How frightening…

             “ I apologize… Master Gr-Grima… I.. I will go back to training now. “ Maroon eyes were staring downward at the floor, plastered there as he turned around on his heels and wandered back towards the training grounds. He wanted to cry, but Marc knew better than to let himself do so. Upsetting his Master any further would only lead to punishment. 

[maskheld]

“Fine, I understand. After all, you’ve lied to everyone else, I was beginning to feel left out.” -manuela

aladdin // accepting!

  he had his reason to lie to everyone, to hide his face underneath the mask he wore - for her to feel left out? it was normal, not like he’d tell everyone else his plans or anything about him. “you’re not alone, there’s others i have not told.”

  not like it would make her feel better, jeritza, being one of a few words wouldn’t explain any further, “don’t waste your time or emotions on me, manuela.”