#rosfieldx

[lacedaether]

@rosfieldx continued from here

魔術 ------ Being put in the infirmary had been something of a surprise for her, but, given that she was no stranger to dressing wounds in the field she saw no reason to argue the decision. After all, they had been kind enough to take her in, even if they were somewhat stunned that she had escaped being 'marked', whatever that meant.

The last thing she remembered before waking up in this strange land was the gaping maw of Sin. Part of her had wondered if she had died and that this place was a sort of... limbo before a Sending could be performed. But the longer she wandered, the quicker she came to the realisation that perhaps she hadn't died and that maybe Sin had taken her some place far, far away.

❝ We all fight for different reasons, my lord... and we have different ways in which we do it. ❞ She speaks softly as she finishes up dressing his wound. ❝ Hopefully you won't make a habit of being careless? ❞ A rare thing happens next, Lulu actually offers him a small smile, barely there but present all the same.

❝ --But, considering you may well be, I think it only proper you know my name. I am Lulu, my lord. ❞

[phoenixshards-a]

@rosfieldx asked: o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare .

Being young and still forced to attend the many feasts the Rosfield household had to arrange every once in a while was both a blessing and the curse. Joshua loved to be with people, especially his brother. And he was always proud to see Clive being so easily accepted among the other knights and even the Lord Commander Murdoch seemed to have a soft spot for him. The younger brother could still not comprehend why the Phoenix would choose him out of all people when Clive was everything someone could want from a good leader. Joshua loved his brother deeply and he felt very proud to have someone as honorable as Clive to serve him as his shield one day.

The downside was.. the feasts were an event for adults and therefore the knights and everyone else behaved liked adults, especially once they started to feel the effect of the ale and mead. And as Joshua quietly sat in his chair next to his mother, pushing around the food on his plate with a fork, he listened to one of the knights talking about how he had gruesomely killed a beast, a gigantic wolf, cutting open its belly before cutting off its head to take it with him as a trophy.

That night as Joshua slept all he could see was a poor wolf being killed, just for eating a lamb as it was the beast’s nature to do so, and afterwards the severed head chased him through the whole castle, trying to make the next lamb out of him.

Joshua woke up covered in cold sweat and his heart pounding in his chest as if he had really run through the entire castle and not much later he realized he was still crying. Quietly the boy got out of bed and sneaked out of his room on bare feet. People would assume a scared boy would always seek out the comfort of his mother, but almost instinctively Joshua made his way towards his brother’s room.

“Clive? Are you awake?”, Joshua asked into the darkness and once he had stepped inside he quietly closed the door behind himself before making his way toward his brother’s bed. As he climbed on it he settled down by Clive’s feet, putting a tiny hand on his thigh to shake him, trying to wake him up.

“Clive? Can you read a story to me? I had a nightmare..”

[phoenix-flamed]

 “Quit going easy on me.”

That got a laugh out of the father, both lighthearted and warm in its delivery. That the young boy believed him to be going easy on him spoke volumes about Clive's own strength -- for while Elwin was impressively adept at fighting, his slight breathlessness was indicator enough that fatigue was beginning to set in.

Not that he would admit that to Clive.

"You've gotten better since last we sparred, Clive. Or should I say, First Shield of Rosaria." The title was added with pride and affection for the boy; winning such a prestigious military tournament and earning the esteemed position was no small feat, doubly so for one as young as Clive was.

With another, softer laugh, Elwin wiped the sweat that lined his brow, shook out his hands one at a time, then once more cast his gaze across the training hall to his opponent. His sword was again raised, the tip pointed towards his eldest son.

"Shall we go again, then?"

[phoenixshards-a]

@rosfieldx continued from x

Ever since he was a child, no, ever since he could remember Joshua had looked up to his older brother. Clive had always been what everyone expected the younger of the two to be: strong, loyal, resilient and brave. But it seemed that the dominant of the Phoenix had something else in mind when it chose the second-born of house Rosfield. Joshua simply was the complete opposite. He knew that training both close combat skills and knowledge in warfare was important, especially in rough times like these, but all he ever wanted was to curl up beneath a blanket and read a book, favorably one about knights and chocobos.

And Clive calling him out on that.. well, he was not wrong. Joshua had grown up to take his responsibility serious, he was always out there trying to help to take down Ultima with everything he had, but was it wrong to wish sometimes that their lives would be a little easier?

“Don’t you ever think back to those rare days where neither of us had to fulfill any duty? We'd just hide away in your room and you would read all those stories to me that I loved so much. Sometimes.. I wish we could go back to that.”

[royalight]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 . | accepting.

@rosfieldx asked: ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver .

"C-Clive!"        Sarah   stared   down   in   horror   as   the   open   wound   leaked   a   dark   crimson   through   his   clothes.       She   may   not   have   been   a   doctor   but   even   she   could   tell   it   was   severe.            He   needed   medical   attention   at   once        wary   gaze   turned   to   the   shocked   guards   behind   her.       Even   they   seemed   to   still   be   processing   what   had   just   transpired.        

An    assassination   attempt   was   made   on   the   crown   Princess   but   it   was   this   brave   raven   haired   man   that   took   the   hit   for   her.     

"please,   call   for   healers!       Physicians!"   she   ordered,   voice   cracking.

   (   clear   she   was    frazzled)     

 The   men   didn't   waste    any   time,    immediately   racing   back   to   the   castle   do   as   as   she   requested.        

While   she   waited,   the   Princess   placed   her   own   hands   upon   him    -    she   knew   that   if   someone   was   bleeding   the   best   thing   to   do   was   to   apply   pressure   to   the   injury.    Or   .....that's   what   she   thought   she   recalled   learning,    at   the   moment   thoughts   were   scrambled.     

"D-Don't   worry   ....    you're   going   to   be   alright.    Just...   don't   m-move..."

[royalight]

Send 👐 to catch my muse | accepting.

@rosfieldx asked: 👐

She   hadn't   quite   felt   like   herself.    Since   earlier   in   the   day   lightheadedness   had   plagued   the   royal   highness.       Yet   she   did   her   best   to   remain   composed,   only   an   experienced   eye   would   catch   that   something   was   off.     

So   it   came   as   quite   a   shock   to   onlookers   when   Sarah   swayed   and   nearly   fell   over.    It   was   pure   luck   a   man   clad   in   crimson   and   black   had   caught   her   before   she   hit   the   pavement.        

"Ugh   ...."           she   groaned,    pressing   fingers   to   her   temples,   as   if   that   would    somehow   stop   the   spinning   sensation.         

".....T-Thank   you   ...."       she   wanted   to   be   more   attentive   to   her   savior   but   at   the   moment    she   couldn't   focus   on   anything.

[poppies-on-fire]

❰❰ LIFT ❱❱

@rosfieldx

For the self-indulgence meme.

❰❰ LIFT ❱❱ – sender carries receiver over their shoulder.

"— H.. hey!"

The rush of the sudden movement pressed all air out of his lungs. Joshua gasped, legs swinging uselessly for purchase.

"What are you.. where are we going?"

He couldn't help the giggle forming at the next breath, the absurdity of their situation too obvious to ignore.

Him, a grown man, Dominant of the legendary firebird and long-lost heir to Rosaria, suspended in mid-air by his own brother.

Hands fisting into the back of Clive's clothes, he shifted himself to prevent nausea from the way a shoulder pressed into his stomach, and continued his protest.

"Clive, you cannot simply hoist me up! I'm full aware of your strength, but—"

Another laugh rose in his throat. It tasted like long-forgotten days, like the sand of the training grounds at Rosalith Castle, like rose bushes and a bigger hand clasping his.

"Wherever you meant to go, I'd follow on solid ground too."

[lacedaether]

@rosfieldx inquired: ʘ‿ʘ

ルールー ❝ You flatter me, my lord. ❞