#miracleofnorende

[eisenblade]

“ ... I’m convinced Hope keeps almost calling me her grandfather and I don’t know what to think about that. ”

sc. / ( acc. ) / @miracleofnorende

[crystarchived]

‘aren’t you terrible with heights?’ FOR...... THERION....

the courage to try again. / ( always acc. ) / @miracleofnorende

The expanse sprawls out before him.

It’s so far. So far down.

Just looking brings the feeling of falling. It feels like the ground far beneath him is getting closer. It almost looks like it does, too.  

The wind rushes through the cliffs, threatening to drag him back down there. And in such - faint wisps of laughter, curling into his ears.

His heart is in his ears. His chest hurts. His breath ragged as the clothes he dons.

His body grants him mercy, tearing his gaze and feet away.

Therion glares at his ever infuriating company. For once, he was thankful for the wind’s incessant howling, as it drowned out his breath.

“ No. ” he lies.

[kaze-no-miko]

There was a kind of boldness that came with knowing your time was about to end, the brunet supposed; more so if your clock was going to stop for the second time around. And yet, hidden away from their companions in the moonlit garden of the Geneolgia manor, he found himself hesitating as he leaned closer--- stopping a breath short of brushing her lips, calloused digits drawing circles on the back of her pale hands. ❝ Can I… ? ❞

Agnès grew up sheltered. It was the plain, simple truth. She didn’t interact with men hardly ever in her life. Twenty years before she met him and at most she could only remember meeting the Sage clearly. So this... this sensation... was new. Her heart skipped a beat several times, and she could tell her face was warm.

And now, three years later, even after spending time with Tiz and--although she had never told anyone--fallen in love with him, she still didn’t know what to do with herself in situations like this. Agnès was starting to wonder if she shouldn’t have pulled her gloves off for this; her hands tingled and it felt so strange... and wonderful.

Then he leaned in and Agnès once more found herself in a new situation. She was nervous but the anticipation was high. Was he going to kiss her? Was he? Did she want him to? Should she push him away?

Agnès gave in. She loved this man. She had already chosen him years ago. “Please,” she whispered, tightening her grip on his hands.

[exorcistofgrace]

@miracleofnorende liked for a starter! 

“I’m soooooo bored...perhaps I ought to cut you up to satisfy my boredom! Hehehe~!”

Looking to the prey in front of him, the Exorcist couldn’t help but smile widely at who it was.

“Ah, but you are one of the Wind Vestal’s companions...so you get special treatment! Perhaps the sweet Black Blades’ Commander wouldn’t mind me dicing you to pieces, for a moment. After all,” A flick of his wrist, and a bloodstained rapier appeared in his hands, “I can just ‘undo’ it all—until you beg for mercy or your little Vestal gives herself up to us~!!! Eyahahehaheahaaaa!!!”

[deliicatus-blog]

“Pray tell, do your vestals function similarly to the oracles of my family line?” 

@miracleofnorende

[kaze-no-miko]

At What Cost

for @miracleofnorende

Agnès followed Tiz to live at Norende. Or, she would have if she didn’t have so many duties as Pope in her way. It took a long time just to be crowned as Pope; finding a replacement was going to be just as stressful. But she would do it, as in her heart she knew the truth: she had never been fit for that role anyway, and there was another role she wanted instead.

When at last things had moved to the point that she could actually live at Norende, Agnès happily chose to live in a house not too far from Tiz. This way they could see each other all the time and they wouldn’t have to feel pressured to do anything. Yet something wasn’t right. There was something on his mind, something that strained him, and she was worried.

It didn’t take long to guess what that might be.

Norende was once again a happy, sleepy village with surrounding farms or shepherding pastures. But it wasn’t Norende, the place Tiz had grown up. The Great Chasm was still there, a gaping maw in the otherwise perfect region of Caldis.

One night when she found him by Til’s grave, Agnès summoned up the courage to speak. “Tiz?” she began softly. She really didn’t know what to say, not wanting to be so blunt but also not wanting to beat around the bush. “Tiz, do you... do you want to move this closer to Norende?”

[thislovelylady]

🌟 me! ;v;

Send me a 🌟 & the name of one of my rp partners and I’ll write what I think about them.

THANK YOU FOR MAKING A TIZ. I actually screamed out loud when I saw your blog and then I read your posts and got all excited?! I am so, so relieved too that we agree on the plotholes of Bravely Second/Default and the fact that you’re down for all the Edea Tiz broship just. It fulfills my soul where there has been a void for so long. Edea was my first muse here and watching the fandom dwindle to nothing on Tumblr really broke my heart; even coming back, without a fellow main four rper, it made it difficult to keep Edea in line with her canon.

You and your Tiz help so much, though! And I can’t wait to explore AUs and give these two sad babies he sibling relationships they deserve.

AND I’M SO EXCITED FOR TIZ AND LENORA TO INTERACT TOO AHH

[eisenblade]

a bad feeling that won’t go away. / ( na. ) / @miracleofnorende

“ I can’t get my nose to stop bleeding! ”

Olberic doubts he may ever get used to the sight of it. He is used to blood, aye, the deep red hue of it. However, Tiz’ situation is not something he is particularly used to. No matter how many times he sees it, the golden ‘blood’ that resides in the former shepherd’s body will always catch him off guard. ‘Ichor’, the scholar had called it - the blood of a celestial - with his usual unnerving fascination.

But that was unimportant. So Olberic glances around the room for something Tiz could use instead of his hands. His gloves were already covered in it, just how long has it been going on for? The warrior cannot help but wonder, but a small handkerchief eventually catches his attention. Needless to say, Olberic wastes no time in taking it and placing it carefully in Tiz’ hands (careful not to place it too close to the parts that remain covered in blood). 

“ Keep your head forward, ” he says, a hand placed on the other warden’s shoulder, “ and try to keep your breathing steady. ”

Brows furrow as he dwells on the fact that this only seems to happen in specific circumstances, and his voice lowers with concern.

“ ... Has something happened to them? That... caused your body to react like this, I mean. ”