#bymargrace

[royalight]

@bymargrace

Princess   Sarah   and   Joshua 

[phoenix-flamed]

joshuarizzfield replied: Forevermore! (in his very airy voice lol)

Louder, my son, louder! Say it with your full chest!

[adureus]

“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!

[eikonbound]

[ BEND ]  for the shorter muse to tug the taller muse down so they can kiss their forehead.  //for jote 👀

‘TOL AND SMOL’ PROMPTS + @bymargrace

There were so many days when Jote wished they were larger than Joshua -- able to carry him effortlessly when his own legs buckled beneath him. It was the one difference among them that, as they aged side by side, Jote realized would be an issue. As Joshua continued to sprout up and up, they stopped growing shortly after age fourteen, leaving them at a disadvantage. It made them feel like a failure; so much relied on their ability to spirit him away to safety when he was unable to do so himself.

But on their own, Jote was sprightly, clearing distances easily as if gliding on air to their destination. Loathe as they were to do it, oftentimes the best decision was to leave Joshua somewhere safe and secluded so they could do what needed to be done. In the present moment, Jote could see that he was terribly dehydrated, his lips chapped, eyes sunken deep, and gait wobbly. Bringing him out into public view in this state -- without a cloak to cover him, at that -- was not an option.

As if Joshua could read their thoughts he was rising to his feet, about to protest on the temporary split. Jote was ready for this though, having had this very discussion many times. "Absolutely not, your Grace. You need water, and fast. I'll return to you swiftly," they stated, unwilling to hear any more debate from him. If only he could hear how slurred his own words were, how his voice betrayed his weakened state. In truth, they felt a great deal of anxiety at leaving him alone like this, especially when neither of them were very familiar with the area. But there was no way around it.

Jote made sure they had their satchel and turned back to Joshua, leveling a stern look at him. "Hush, save your energy," they chided, concern coloring their tone. With a gentle tug, Jote pulled Joshua down closer to them, close enough that they could place a gentle kiss on his forehead. It was a meager gesture, and it certainly couldn't guarantee Joshua's safety, but with it they hoped to imbue a sort of protection around him. They released him and smiled softly, reluctantly stepping back.

"I beg you stay here. I'll return as quickly as I can."

[eddaschild]

🔥@bymargrace & @ofengineers

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."

[ofmoonlily]

@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?"

[valistheanshield]

@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..."

[reveromantique]

🌿🍒 //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."

[secondflame-archive]

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."

[lunaetis]

@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 ? "

[royalight]

@bymargrace S.C

"Lord   Rosfield?"   Her   hazel   gaze   lingered   on   the   man,   visible   concern   painted   upon   her   porcelain   features.   He   looked   ill.    "are   you   feeling   unwell?   I   -   could   call   for one   of   our   physicians   to   bring   you   some   medicine?"

[phoenix-flamed]

With his tiny arms, Joshua encases the Archduke in a tight embrace as much as their length could reach. His most earnest attempt. "I love you, Father."

Just seeing the boys and Jill always brings a smile to his face, and peace and warmth into his heart. But to be greeted now with such genuine affection from Joshua... It fills his heart with such boundless adoration for the child, to such a point that he fears it might burst from trying to contain it all. It isn't that the Archduke doubts their bond, per se; given how little time he gets to spend with the children these days, sometimes he needs to hear those three beautiful words as reassurance.

A hand rests upon the child's head, playfully ruffling that fluffy mop of hair while his own smile softens. Then Elwin shifts so that he can wrap his arms around him in return, lingering in that returned embrace for a few extra moments before lifting his youngest son up high enough that he can easily gaze into Joshua's eyes. ".. My dear boy..." He murmurs, warmth permeating every detail of his countenance, even as a sheen of emotion clouds his irises.

He lightly nuzzles the tip of his nose against his son's much smaller one. "I love you too, Joshua. Now and always."

[poppydedicant]

Joshua playfully presented the card to Popshi, eager to find out what it entails, "Might I inquire if my selections have garnered favor?"

This bingo card does bring a smile to his face. He's already wearing his dress and a veil, cheeks as reddened as his hair.

"Sign the papers, milord. It is time to get married. Come, come, do not delay!" The delusion in Popshi is as real as it's always been... Let a man dream...

[eikonbound]

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"I wouldn't be so abrasive if I were you," Benedikta tuts, holding her sword slightly more taut to the man's chin. She isn't going to harm him -- at least not in any permanent sense. Her King would rage if the Dominant was presented to him with lasting damage sustained. Despite the terrible, nagging urge to do otherwise, Benedikta contents herself with taunting her new toy.

With the Dominant's hands safely tackled behind him, she feels safe in lowering her sword back to her side. "Your friend? You needn't worry. She's...alive," Benna trails off, circling slowly around the room as she speaks,

"I must ask -- why waste your time worrying about a lowly girl? You ought to be utilizing your talents for more important things. It confounds me that you harness such ferocious power, yet you refuse to tap into it. At least not since you spelled the end of the Phoenix. No small feat, I'm sure."

Benedikta attempts a look beneath the long hood the Dominant wears, but backs away after a moment. It hardly matters who he is, only what he's capable of.

"My Liege can bring out the potential in you, can help you to carve your own path in this world and gain influence. Isn't that at least a little appealing to you, Dominant? People like us needn't stoop to the level of mere humans. Free yourself of this dead weight. Join us."

@bymargrace

[eddaschild]

Dear Young Rylan, Mid and I baked a well-known favorite of yours— cookies! And while my intentions were grand, I'd say my baking skills (well, my overall culinary know-how) are less than... stellar. So as you enjoy them (which are a product of Mid's talent with a tiny bit of my assistance), we hope that they lighten up your day. P.S. Always be kind (and not be grounded by my Mother like I did).

The smell wafting from the kitchen had the bleary-eyed five-year-old in a slight daze as he staggered in and rubbed his eyes. That was odd. There was a brightly colored plate on the table. Climbing into a chair, he scanned the note picking out what little words he could actually read on his part. "I..Mid...tiny." he read aloud before gazing at the plate after a moment.

"These aren't tiny. They're big and who's I?" That could've practically been anybody around here! The word Mother was there too which meant- "Joshua!" Mid and Joshua made these! Then again Joshua was the only person he knew with an actual mother to begin with but now everything made sense.

With a smile he picked up a cookie, opening his mouth to take a bite, though he suddenly paused closing it again. What if by the off chance he got grounded for eating one? Miss Annabella did have eyes in all places it seemed. Better go back to his room and eat it under the covers as a precaution just in case so he wouldn't get grounded for eating a cookie for breakfast.

[ofmoonlily]

"KWEH"

Joshua leaned towards the High Summoner and spoke in a playful tone, "Might I indulge you in a Chocobo race, Lady Yuna?"

Lucian Ball ask! | Accepting | @bymargrace

Between sharing talks among people from all walks of life, Yuna had been indulging in pastries, cakes, and tea, while sharing many a tale of Spira's legendary guardian who claimed to have come from a city long dead for a thousand years - Zanarkand - the hallowed shrine and home to the final summoning.

When Joshua enters her circle, she rotates her head and rests her gaze upon his handsomely clad figure, a lighthearted intention sprawled all across his features.

With talks of chocobo racing, Yuna's smile widens, "Oh? A chocobo race...! Mm. Very well. I accept your challenge!" peering over her shoulder at the circle of people, Yuna bows her head in a respectful gesture, "I thank you all so much for entertaining and sharing your stories with me. I pray we do this again, someday." She wastes not a moment longer, slipping her arm underneath Joshua's with a pep in her step.

He was going down.