#snowdaisied

[flamesire]

"You look lovely as usual." Really, she did. Parties suited her, he liked to see her smiling. After their greetings, however, Joshua falls silent as he turns his attention back to the various arrangements of flowers in front of them. Jill's worried, of course, her hand moving to his shoulder in an attempt to press him into telling her what was wrong. And finally, after a long moment, and some hesitation he finally responds, "There's…something I wanted to talk to you about."

"Someone, actually."

@snowdaisied

[roshield]

@snowdaisied

"Jill. I... learned something new today."

"Am I... your babygirl?" Please don't subject your wife to this nonsense, Clive.

[sorcerorkller]

---@snowdaisied

The Underside, the locals called it. Shadiest part of town where the ugly and the nasty gather, festering like an open wound. And to someone like Toji, it sounded like the best place to scout out for a potential job. A job that would require his personal skillset which involved a lot of murder for the right price.

Surely this island city had that too, right? This so called Underside is proof of that. Beautiful on the outside, terrible on the inside. Spirale's very own curse, so to speak.

As Toji walked the ill maintained, overgrown streets, he eventually bumps into somebody, quite literally. His larger physique however, sent the other party tumbling backwards. An older man, looking quite in pain that he fell. Possibly hurt his hip, or worse.

But Toji didn't even acknowledge the elderly male. In fact, he just kept on walking, unapologetic and uncaring. Who cares if some old dude broke a bone or two, right?

[isolaradiale]

hi, please disregard earlier ask about reserve extension! i ended up finishing sooner than i thought. here is jill warrick from final fantasy! her app can be found in the sidebar or under /app !

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Jill!

You will be housed in CONDO 405.

You will retain the ability to shoot out a small amount of ice up to five times daily and will receive a wooden sword.

– mod pleiades.

[roshield]

@snowdaisied

To Jill, Shiva is quiet. Now that she has lost her power to call upon her, it's probably as quiet as a soft, winter's night.

But for Clive, she's blaring in his ears.

It only means one thing to him: even though he's having trouble getting Ifrit out because of whatever magic is put on him here, he can still sense the other Eikons. Which means Jill is here. Which means she's here, right now.

The outlaw probably looked insane when he dropped whatever he was holding in his hands and bolted out of the nearby market, but he really didn't care at this point. All he cared about was getting to her, finding her. He's only been on the island for such a short time, but every day he was growing wearier and anxious without her. Every day he'd go to the giant crater in the island and... wait. Wait half a day before he'd leave the area sadder than he arrived.

( a few locals have probably noticed him as the scowling guy who waits by the hole every day and then leaves with an even bigger scowl on his face. )

Torgal's hot on his heels as Clive runs around the island. Somehow, he feels her getting farther away from her sometimes, sometimes she's really close, and sometimes he loses track of her. It's frustrating to him, but he keeps looking.

Because he knows she's looking for him, too.

It feels like an eternity of running around, when he is finally able to spot her, and it seems like she spots him too. Clive's out of breath, heaving heavily as his chest rises up and down - his heart beating fast at how much he's ran and just the sight of her.

"You never did like staying still, my lady."

A rare smile tugs at his lips, warm and gentle and for her.

[isolaradiale]

sorry for flopping, march was weird. reapping jill warrick from final fantasy please!

Welcome back to spooky Isola Radiale, Jill!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 204.

You will retain everything from your previous stay.

REMINDER: Because you were removed in an activity check, you have one week to make two eligible in-character posts or your character will be considered inactive once more.

Enjoy your captivity! :)

– andromeda ☆

[roshield]

"Clive, did you hear? It's a special day today." Jill comes up on his side, hands folded behind her back. He may catch a small glimpse of mischief in her gaze before she pulls him down towards her and presses a quick kiss to his cheek.

"I heard they call it 'Kissing day.'" A small and tame one. Jill purposely leaves the ball in his court, her expression very clearly one that says 'Your turn.'

"A special day?" What could she mean by that? He wasn't aware that there was any sort of event or holiday going on. Still, he sees that mischief in her gaze, and before he could react there's a kiss suddenly pressed to his cheek.

Kissing day? So that's why she's being a little mischievous with him. Clive can't help but grin - a wolfish grin, his canines poking out a little. Before Jill could say anything more, his arms wrap around her, one around the waist and one around the shoulder, and he gently dips her.

"Then I suppose I should repay what was given to me." Lips then press against hers, never missing a beat.

[flamesire]

A neatly wrapped package lays outside his door, the perpetrator nowhere in sight. It won't be a mystery for long, however, as there's a note tucked into the ribbon with familiar handwriting.

'Joshua,

I'm sure you're the most prepared out of all of us, but I hope you'll find a use for this regardless. I heard that winters can be quite chilly here, so I knit you this sweater in hopes that it will be a comfort for you. Be sure to rest when you need it and stay warm.

It's been a long time since we've spent any winters together. Do you remember when we would help decorate Rosalith Castle? I don't know what the traditions in this realm are, but I look forward to learning about them.

You've had a very long journey, you deserve to unwind and enjoy whatever it is that's offered.

From, Jill'

While it's true that Joshua keeps himself more prepared than most, he doesn't expect this package, let alone the note inside of it. Jill's handwriting graces the paper and as he reads it, memories of happier times come back to him. When things were simple and they were allowed to be children. As he admires the scarf, he thinks about how much time it took her to handcraft it so carefully. It's stylish, and soft, but most of all, it was made with love from someone that he cared about.

Though he does have a mind to have a word with her about leaving it here without saying a word. But the note spoke for itself, in that respect. Regardless, he's thankful.