#creatrixmea

Darker vibes || Accepting

Hm, what an...odd request.

Barnabas isn't entirely sure what to say, if he's being honest. The only person other than Anabella who has desired to be near him so frequently is Sleipnir, and not even he has ever said such a thing. So his brow furrows ever so slightly, and he seems to hesitate for a moment before reaching over and lightly touching her cheek. His touch is frigid, but the warmth of her skin makes him feel strangely alive once again.

🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action.  )

Nothing was worse then being backed into a corner by his mother. He had done nothing wrong. He had took his brother on an outing. Something he often did behind her back. Joshua wanted to, and they enjoyed their time together. But he knew his mother didn't want Joshua to go out without her permission. ❛ We just stepped out for a moment. Nothing too crazy, We went for a little walk. ❜

Worry was slowly increasing on the back on his neck, he hoped to not break out into a sweat. Her eyes were intense. All she needed to do was speak only a few words to make him croak. to make him feel the guilt of potentially putting Joshua in danger. Clive clenched his fists tightly, the sound of leather clearly rubbing against each other could be heard.

❛ There's nothing wrong with having fun mother. I love Joshua. We're brothers. It's normal to want to be with one another. I'm not doing anything wrong. Ask himself yourself, he was happy to spend time with me. You are way too strict with him. ❜

Loud & deafening silence || Accepting

❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair .

Dion doesn't think he's ever been more exhausted in his life. He is only fifteen and has already done more than he ever thought he might: fought in a war, defeated Barnabas, brought glory to Sanbreque...it's tiring, though. While he is a man in the eyes of society, he feels like he might be entirely too young for this. Still, he yawns and closes his eyes, his head resting in Athena's lap as her fingers stroke through his hair.

"I hope I made father proud," he mutters, glancing up at her from where he's laying. "I haven't seen him since I returned..well, no, I did briefly, but we haven't really said more than ten words to each other. I don't know what that means.."

In a way, Sleipnir anticipated the other to pin him against the wall like this. For all their differences, they are still more similar than they are not simply due to their connection to their liege, and his intention with them. It's vexing nonetheless, considering the schedule lying ahead of them, and he's certain the steed knows. For a moment, the Lord Commander stares at the spitting image of himself in silence. Then, he reaches up, fingers curling around the other's jaw and holding him in place in return. The gesture is almost, almost gentle.

Ana vc: No one asked the other bastard son

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡ || ACCEPTING

Clive had never seen so much snow before, the last couple of winters of his short life barely saw a flake of snow and yet it seemed that Shiva herself had blessed the land with a thick blanket of snow. Despite his father making sure his son was properly swaddled up in thick clothes and even an animal hide, it didn't take long for Clive to start getting very cold. Perhaps the Phoenix that ran through their bloodline made Rosfield children more susceptible to the cold.

As the child sniffled and shivered, he stubbornly wanted to keep playing in the snow and had to be lifted up by his father to make sure he didn't end up catching his death. Brought back inside the castle, Clive was carefully handed over to Anabella.

"You're cold. Come here."

shit. the instant mol felt heat emitting against the skin of her neck, she froze in place. the urge to run was bitten down, albeit not without a fight. she blinked away her surprise, as wrongful as it was to feel as such. this was trespassing after all. “ those are very pointed questions. “ mol noted without a hint of the nerves she felt. if this lady already knew about raphael…

that alone made her nervous. slowly, carefully, mol lifted her hands as a show of surrender. she was no experienced fighter, despite some months of practice as a whole. tricks, sneaking… that came naturally to her. the last thing she preferred was admitting the truth, but it seemed she already knew. mol knew she carried no use dead.

An assortment of dialogue || Accepting

Barnabas is...quite unsure of how to respond to that. Compliments are rare, and from Anabella, rarer still. Their union has been quite rocky until now, only barely tolerating each other because the Lord commanded it. Now, though...now he's having to combat things he is not very comfortable with. Barnabas has never been good with feelings. Or words. Or anything that requires a deeper look into himself.