@grandschemed​  //  tea set for your muse !

☕ for dimitri + sylvain !?

something very regal for dimitri,   and ferdinand fully intends to interrogate him about kingdom / empire relations over their tea and if dimitri cannot keep up ferdinand will be very disappointed !

pin rufus against the wall. accepting.

                          THERE’S SOMETHING THRILLING ABOUT walking alone through the cargo room, the only sound being of his boots echoing against steel walls. curiosity got the better of him, intending to only have a quick look in his comfortable chambers he’d never sleep in being the excuse to have left the party before meeting up with heidegger. eyes, once adjusted to the dark, looking between coloured steel boxes. unfortunate is what rufus would’ve called it, unable to notice dulled footsteps rounding up behind him and it’s only when something pushes against his back, makes him trip— eyes widen for a fraction when back meets cold steel, an arm pressed against his neck and MAKO BLUES stare at him. it pulls an involuntary smile on his face, or perhaps it’s intended, it’s not something the EX-SOLDIER needs to know.

(    *    & .    —  unprompted ask | @grandschemed​ said:  for no reason, for absolutely no reason at all, cloud thrusts a small bouquet of yellow flowers into biggs' face. "don't think too hard about it," he huffs.

before he could even say ANYTHING his face was hit with flowers, he was taken back at first --- what should he even say to that?    he was sure that cloud probably could pick up on the redness that scattered his cheeks.   his fingers touch at the bouquet and then cloud’s fingers before be quickly took the flowers from the other, he didn’t want to make this more awkward for cloud.   putting the bouquet to his nose he sniffed, hm pretty.  

            biggs couldn’t stop himself from smiling, even if his insides just so happened to be screaming at him-- flipping, butterflies fluttering.   a side smirk pressed onto his lips, “ a little hard...”  he just chuckled to himself, “ did wedge tell you that i like flowers? ”  knowing wedge he would’ve and he’d probably randomly blurt it out as well --- shit.     with his free hand biggs grabs at cloud’s wrist,     “ thank you, i love them. ”   he probably should’ve started with that right?  

( journal entries || ACCEPTING ) 

5 Garland Moon 1173 @grandschemed

Sylvain’s birthday. We had planned to go swim in the river by the hunting grounds today in honor of him -- something even Glenn looked forward to for weeks. It was a rare occasion that we should all be together like this in Fhirdiad ;; even rarer was the opportunity to celebrate birthdays with one another. 

I imagined how cool the water would be in the summer’s heat and thought up a ploy on how Felix or I might win in a race of swimming upstream against Glenn. However, our plans quickly changed when we saw Sylvain limp to the breakfast table with a bandaged leg and a crutch to hold him up. Ingrid tried ( she really did ) to inquire what happened, but all Sylvain did was twist and turn his words into some story about being careless at night. 

“What about our plans to go swimming ?” Felix asked. ( But I knew he was more concerned about the other’s injuries than a foiled plan. The tears in his eyes said as much. ) Sylvain  waved dismissively at the notion ;; he’ll just sit by the rocks and watch, he said. To which, his servant ( now turned nurse ) was vocally against the idea. His broken leg was still too tender, she said. And his limp would only slow him down during the walk to the river. 

We had no choice but to change our plans. We settled with some games in the palace. Ones that Sylvain could join in -- ones that wouldn’t bore Glenn. Then we had a hearty lunch that seemed to have everything Sylvain loved.

It was there I wondered whether we should invite Miklan ( I admittedly do not like him and did not want him at the table. But father says a prince cannot discriminate and that would simply be plain rude ). The room fell quiet for a moment -- about five seconds or so -- but the wait felt  longer. Sylvain’s laughter suddenly cut the silence as he waved dismissively at the notion ( again ;; he keeps doing that, I notice ). “He’ll only be a killjoy,” and Ingrid strongly agreed. ( Later, Felix would confide in me that he was glad Miklan did not come because he scared him. I feel like asking about him in the first place was a terrible, terrible mistake. ) 

Something is different in Sylvain -- he is more sullen and slowed down, and I don’t think it’s because of the injury. He taps out of games too soon and gives up easily. When he smiles, it’s so painfully bright that I don’t think he realizes how different he looks when he decides to put it away. 

anon said: dimitri, sylvain, felix !

wed, bed, behead ! // accepting !

          ❛ as much as i’d prefer my hands clean, i suppose the nature of this game requires some brutality. ❜ her lips curled, just so, even as she glanced off disinterestedly. they were speaking in hypotheticals, not realities, and, so, she could apply as much logic as she wished without feeling her heart crumble.

          ❛ i think that i would wed sylvain. i can hear the collective sigh in the room, but hear me out: he is much more than we all see him as. not to mention, i would be able to bed him as much as i wish. ❜ not that she’d even need marriage for that, but that wasn’t the nicest thing to say out loud. especially about a treasured friend.

          ❛ now, we can’t leave faerghus without a king. so it’s either i take over or dimitri lives. and i wouldn’t mind taking over. sometimes i think that i could run things better and it would spare dear felix’s life ... ❜ what was it she’d said about not feeling anything ? she seemed to have forgotten that this was a game along the way.

          ❛ i’m sorry, dimochka. i’d have to bed felix and behead you. i can’t fathom harming felix, but i could see myself putting you out of your misery if my hand was forced. ❜

        𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 ; cheeky with his scars on display, but growing less so as digits trail across the skin of his face. it doesn’t seem real that he should be here, that she should forgive him after he’d spent nine years away. then again, odysseus never intended to dawdle either and penelope still waited, the faithful wife and mother.

cloud vc aerith what’s wrong nya? are you feline okay nya?