#princessmacedon

[lycianlynx]

drops my thousandth, most importantest boop into your pocket

(slips MY 315th boop into YOUR pocket...)

boop!

#;sketchbook #;e. april boops | 2024 #;answered #princessmacedon #toaaprilfools

[beholdenning]

{ hc + scrunkly

// they think it's very fascinating when human faces scrunch up in bouts of extreme emotion. her master would call it unsightly, perhaps, but she was made to mimic them regardless.

// sometimes he stands in front of the mirror in his room to scrunch his face up and attempt expressions. the chances it'll ever come to him as reactions are incredibly low, and he still needs considerable conscious effort to mimic emoting at all. it has a certain uncanny valley feeling to it, too, since there's no real feeling behind the action... it's an entire project to him at this point, basically.

#princessmacedon #ok this made me chortle #;answered #;record | hc

[arcstral]

Ever the busy bee, some time passes before Maria presents herself before the Hero-King, though he might not have missed her peeking at him every time she passed by. Then finally, once she's certain he isn't busy, and with her own preparations seemingly complete, the little cleric skitters over happily.

"Prince Marth!" Holding up two juice boxes, one to either side of a toothy grin, Maria then places the drinks beside him. Rising with middle and index fingers newly upheld, there comes a conspiratorial giggle before she shifts her number into a wall, cupping the corner of her mouth.

"Two juice boxes, just for you!" Not that it's anything to be ashamed of -- there's no rule about how much juice someone can have, and Maria wouldn't break the rules if there was -- but the point of it all is the fun of a shared secret. When she retreats, it's with a smile, a wink, and then a freely flowing laugh.

"Don't tell anyone, okay? Oh, and good work out there! Hee hee."

For the watchful Marth who surveys his surroundings, the medical tent thrums with the coming and going of people, not all who enter mundanely in a featureless way identical to others come before them. A fact most gladdening at that, for what a bore such monotony would be! Instead, a familiar robin twitters and her familiar mischief glisters; peeking and passing for many instances, before trumping them all with her eventual approach. The commingling of these things springs an unthinking smile to the Hero-King's face before he can put a thought to its appearance.

When confined to bed rest and recovery the lack for things to do seeds a contrary state of unrest, but an eventful visitor or two is enough to split that spell in half. Welcoming her presence, cornflower eyes land expectantly upon Maria on the brink of greeting, then blink rapidly as not one but two drinks are posited in the space beside him. Testimony, of course, to the ways of a benevolent trickster.

"Oh? I am truly honored to be the target of such a mysterious benefactor."

He chuckles in immediate understanding at the secrecy, with one singular breathy laugh - not too loudly as to draw attention, either. A good and upright king might put in a word of reprimand, but Marth at least in this respect is not the spotless moralist that others think him to be. With Maria as the mastermind, and Marth as accomplice, they will both share in the most sinister, world-ending duplicity evocative of children stealing one too many treats from a midnight pantry.

"I would return the sentiments fully to you, dear Maria. Your work on and off the field is appreciatively observed." As she makes to leave, he raises his juice box in a playful gesture of toast, the other tucked with pantomimed secrecy behind his back; a pirate's plunder too selfishly guarded for viewing by any other eyes. Sealing the vow between them is a wink, returned in kind. "—and will not go told."

#◜ ╰ ♕ ◦ › royal mandate ‹ ASKBOX. ◞ #toaboel2024 #princessmacedon #maria my darlingest daughter hello hello helloooo #i care for them deeply but you knew That

[reddragonprincess]

Between her exuberant gait, the delighted call of her sister’s name, and the fact that she loves her very, very much! It is nigh impossible to miss the advent of the littlest princess of Macedon as she attaches herself to the Red Dragoon’s side with all haste.

“Minerva!” She exclaims, wrapping her arms around the other’s waist affectionately, cheek pressed to her side. “Sister! Happy birthday!”

Though she has never forgotten a letter (just how many of them ever made it to her, though? The years she has lived no longer match the years of her body), it still feels too long since she has had the opportunity to tell her in person… or perhaps she has simply had too few chances.

“Happy birthday!” She repeats, for all the times she had to tell her by letter; and then, for good measure: “Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday!

Wriggling slightly, she peers up at her with a toothy grin, chin still brushing against Minerva’s side. It’s only when she manages to find and seize one of the dragoon’s hands that she pulls away just slightly, content— for the moment— to gently swing their joined hands instead.

“I have a surprise for you! Are you free? May I show you? Please?” Her other hand closes over the reverse side of Minerva’s, eyes shining as she bounces onto her tiptoes. “Oh, but only if you have enough time!”

And, should the elder have the time to indulge the younger in her whims and doting, Maria shall lead her— without letting go!— to the dining hall, where a familiar feast awaits. A slight excess of Minerva’s favorite Macedonian dishes sit waiting on a table, marked by a small vase with a little collection of hand-picked flowers. Then, when she has settled in and had her fill, Maria will fish something from her pocket (“Hee hee… close your eyes!”) and place it into her waiting hand.

A gem of resin, familiarly crimson, and perhaps a bit too large to be easily worn — better as a paperweight, like as not. How else was it to encompass the treasures within? Sitting all together, prettily, closely arranged: a wyvern’s scale, two pegasus feathers, and a sprightly daffodil.

Once again, that day of they year has eventually come and Minerva couldn't be happier to be in company, this time: she used to spend most of her birthdays alone, with any of her family members by her side (of the few remaining, just Maria probably was the most waited and the most desired, in her dreams); she had been exchanging letters, little poems, drawings and funny objects with her, but finally, all these things could be handed face to face, hands to hands, heart to heart.

She was expecting her, of course, but not with such switness and eaherness in manners and voice: her rapturing embrance was heart-warming, so long-desired that Minerva was almsot speechless as she tried to reply to her little sister Maria.

"Thank you so much Sis, you really are something, heh" she let a little laugh leaked from her lips as she surrender to her sister attentions, as well as her her delicate touch and tightening of her hand's grip; she gently took Maria's hand in hers, swinging a little as to mimic the cute movement of the little sister.

A surprise..? She listened to her with perplexed eyes, though not really minding the fact that she actually did organize something for her: she wasn't used to this, not anymore, at least. With much curiosity and a hint of perplexity, Minerva made a little nod and then she swiftly followed the little sister along the way, until the two of them reached the main dining hall of the monastery: as soon as they entered, there was a gaudy buffet all well prepared in the middle of the room, on the tables all kind of delicacies from Macedon, most of them were actually Minerva's favourite, as Maria greatly knew the taste of her big sister. Yet, that wasn't just it, there was more.

With a kind whisper, Maria gestured Minerva to close her eyes and as the red-haired princess closed it - cupping her hands as Maria asked for - she suddenly felt something cold and of a peculiar form get in touch with her skin; she eagerly opened her eyes just to find out a beautuful gem made of resin gently placed in her hands, as well a line of cute treasures that she and Maria had used to search when they were little -all to remind the good old days spent together, in peace.

Shifting her gaze towards the little princess, she threw her arms around Maria's little silhuette, overwhelming her with affectione and sincere gratitude for all that she prepared just for her.

"I..couldn't be happier" she whispered to her ear, muffling the words with a tender kiss on the cheek of the sister, "Thank you for this wonderful surprise, Maria --I love you dearly" and she rested her head against hers, enjoying the sisterly moment she waited for so long.

#maria support #princessmacedon #ask #drabble #//THIS WAS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #ily reddo thank you so much for this <3<3<3

[justices-blade]

In her juice box delivering mission, Maria has toted around a number of flavors to a number of people -- and yet, as she hastens her way to a certain sunny-smiling friend, there is a decisive confidence in the way she holds up a single carton for him to see.

"Edward! Edward, look!" Proudly, she holds up the juice between them, though it fails to fully obscure her shining eyes or the way her grin attempts to meet both of her ears. Its green color, is, of course, a necessary deception! Because if it had been red-- like so many of their exchanged gifts tend to be-- then too many people would know at once that it was the most delicious flavor, of course.

"Apple juice!" The little princess announces quite happily, tilting the carton in hand with the clear intent for him to take it. "Here! Have you had some already? I made sure to save one for you, but there's still lots left right now!"

"Maria!" He hardly has the time to react to her appearing, but it's clear he's already delighted just from seeing her, but then:

"For me? Really?!" With an utterly reverent look, he takes the box, tilts it slightly, spies the green apple drawn on the side and lights up: If Edward had already brightened tenfold upon spotting Maria, he's utterly blinding the tent right now.

"Apple juice!!!" He echoes, thrusting the box triumphantly into the air, for all to see and marvel at — Not too long though, because it's his apple juice and Maria brought it for him and he's already dragging her into a hearty thank-you hug with a squeeze and a wiggle.

"I love this! I love apples! Thank you!!!" He cackles giddily as he releases her, pulling out the straw and stabbing it through the top and taking a loooong swig, capping it off with a refreshed hiss. "That's the stuff! Say, if there's enough left later, let's get another each!!"

Maybe he's exaggerating, but in the moment, it feels true: This is the Best. BOEL. Ever!!!

#;answered #princessmacedon #;s. aglaia | maria #;e. battle of the eagle and lion | 2024 #sorry i think he's stewed on the fight a bit and hes so fucking excited theres so many strong people around now actually #hes going outside to cheer SO loud later and it will be everyones problem. fr.

[lionsword]

Demon Slayer [Kent, Dimitri, Maria, and Roy]

Unscripted starter for @liegebound @blaydiud @princessmacedon

The forest loomed before them, eerily quiet. Perhaps the tamer wildlife and songbirds had been scared off by whatever lurked within, the concepts of demons shapeless and unsettling in Roy’s mind.

Roll: 3, B12-B15

Roll: 1, no demons

He walked at Sveinn’s side, hand resting on the hilt of his sword. So far, there was nothing but their own footsteps. It almost would have been better if something had leapt out, but they continued on high alert, barely pausing in a clearing to scope out the area and then moving on.

Roy glanced behind him at Lord Kent, Dimitri, and Maria. He gave what he hoped was an encouraging smile, genuinely happy to be with them. This Hunt was to protect them all and the country’s people. It was not just an honor, but a necessity to drive back whatever hoard lurked deeper within.

He turned his attention to Sveinn and Lady Meaghan. He yearned to think the best of her, yet her role as villainess and the sensations of coughing up blood and cold hands small than his resting in his own lingered, souring her jauntiness in their memories together.

Who else could it have been, though? Hm.

Were it not for the tension in the air, it would have been a serene walk thus far.

Roy simply hoped they’d all be walking back out too.

#unscriptedvillainess2020 #//me: i want this title i better go asap #//sfhbshfvdaj #thread #thread: demon slayer #liegebound #princessmacedon #blaydiud #//and assorted npcs?

[frauleindermorgen]

our house it has a crowd

Setting up base camp - every 1 post = 1% of progress, capping at 20% - requires 1 plank of wood, plate of metal, or dormant/live core per post

Micaiah had become quite adept at making camp in her time with Sothe and the rest of the Dawn Brigade, so she knew exactly how true a blessing having any shelter to use was.

The buildings here have survived something terrible, that much is certain. Their design is odd and incredibly uniform compared to the various huts and houses Micaiah is used to, even compared to the stacked dormitories at Garreg Mach. Once Micaiah and the others bring the resources in (plank of wood in Micaiah’s hand, metal in Kurths, and Maria left with the dormant core once they were sure it was safe) she takes a long moment just looking around.

“I suppose it will be a bit difficult to rebuild when we don’t know what exactly we are rebuilding,” she murmurs, turning to the other two, “but we can take some pointers from the room over there.” She points to what they can see through the half-cracked wall to their right and grins. “And then we can patch that up too.”

Micaiah puts the plank of wood down, meaning to prop it up against a pile of cloth in the corner when she realizes said pile is rising and falling much like a person breathing.

She looks back at the other two and indicates they should stay silent with a finger to her mouth.

One hand ready to cast, she uses her other to rip the cloth away only to reveal - well, she cannot remember his name exactly but it is almost certainly one of their classmates from Garreg Mach.

“Oh! Um, are you alright? We didn’t mean to startle you.”

She stands, offers him a hand up. Depending on how much he remembers before entering the dream they may have much explaining to do.

@cavalry

#thread | our house it has a crowd #((sings. our! house!)) #((fun fact never looked up the lyrics to this song before)) #KEruins2023 #cavalry #goldoandragonprince #princessmacedon

[hresvelged]

{ 💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with? !!

She is pretty intent on her whole 'I must conceal my emotions' thing, but she is also human and that doesn't always work out. She believes she cannot achieve her goals if she doesn't dispense with them. If she weeps for every person she comes across, she will get nowhere. If she lets the words of her enemies get to her head, they will obtain the victory she so desperately wants.

She can deal with anger, annoyance, and even sorrow. She's felt them before. She muses about how she doesn't cry anymore for she has no tears left to shed. Her nightmares plague her because of these emotions that she suppresses, reminding her of them when she closes her eyes.

But also, I think a part of her has trouble dealing with emotions of genuine adoration and cherishment. She can count on one hand the amount of people she trusts, but when someone reaches their own palm out to her? When they show true care? She wants to believe it, but there is the fear that it will vanish before she can fully embrace it. They need to prove themselves to her- Prove that what they're expressing is true.

#( asks ) #( headcanons ) #princessmacedon #thank u!! :D

[amitieos]

{ 💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food? !!

Definitely physical affection - it grounds her to reality. A hug isn't just warm and comforting but it's a life line. A reminder that Elincia isn't alone. She's here, with people who care and there will be a solution to whatever obstacles are causing her to stumble.

Aside from that, good food, especially sweet food, cushions, pillows and blankets all help her relax and get back into a better headspace. She also finds scents really important - a full sensory experience of things that are either luxurious or nostalgic can really help reduce her anxieties and let her focus more on solving problems. Elincia is used to having access to the finer things in life and whilst she tries not to be materialistic, she can't deny that she finds comfort in them during hard times and considers herself very lucky to have such amenities at her disposal.

But if she's sad or hurting, nothing feels better than being held close by someone. Tangible proof of affection and just that moment of respite. A shield from stormy tides, at least until she's fortified her heart enough to face her troubles.

#princessmacedon #thanks for sending reddo <3 this was so cute

[making-dough]

getting graded in fire emblem rp ♠ - She'd been mid-swing when she'd been suddenly pulled, yanked to... whatever this place was. Looked like a doll house. Feels like one too. Controlled by a mysterious talking Voice. Well, at least, they'd found everyone else so at least that was some good news there. Even if it felt like some more cosmic weirdness. And why was it that she was getting the odd impression that she was never aiming for Jugdral to begin with? Well, all this were 'roles' assigned by some cosmic weirdness, then the black cloak and Colla's reactions made her 'role' clear enough. A thief, huh? Well, the gold were certainly tempting enough. Though, she can't really claim much in the way of thiefiness. Fine. She'll play along for now, standing right behind Ephidel behind the unsuspecting mannequin holding a purse of gold "Why do I feel like we're not out of the woods yet?", she muttered quietly to herself.

The Voice returns with some more mockery, mocking them for their assumptions and their empty-handedness, offering them some tools but warning that they have to fit their 'mold'. You are empty-handed. She'd been ready to complain about exactly whose fault that would be but then Miss Mysterious Voice turned around and offered a choice of props so fair enough? The warnings about needing to fit its mold sounded vague enough, though given what had happened to Frederick and co, it was most likely a promise of more violence. Well, she couldn't really say she wasn't familiar enough with that kind of gamble. The life of a mercenary was never easy, after all. Violence, blood and the risk of permanent harm were all just a single mistake away, whether you were ready or not. Whether you wanted this life or not. Her mind drifted almost instinctively towards the bloodstained blade, sharp, trustworthy and practical. Even if it turned out to be a mistake, she'd much rather to have a weapon in hand than without. There was a brief flicker in the direction of the silver lance before she'd decided against it. That had looked a little too rich for her. It was probably a good idea to avoid being too indebted to Mysterious Cosmic Voices™. This would do. The blade she'd imagined had turned on her, stabbing her through the middle and sending a sudden jolt of pain through her body, but somehow, that was just fine. It wasn't as though she was expecting to get out of this completely unscathed, anyway. And soon it was time for the next test. The Voice returns, sounding amused yet disappointed at the same time. "If another believes you a villain, then a villain you shall be.", the Voice laughed before a series of lights revealed the trial laid before her. A glance towards the mannequin cowering before her told her just about what she was expected to do. "A villain, huh?", she muttered to herself, walking up to the cowering mannequin in green and placing her hands around its neck. There she stayed for a moment as if caught in indecision. Pondering whether or not she could deliver the final blow. And wondering if the flashes of the purple curls on top of its head she was barely glimpse was simply her imagination or not. Well, that settled it. If it had been armed, she wouldn't have anywhere near as many qualms but a cowering foe? Villain or not, she didn't much care what others thought of her but she'd at least like to be able to recognise herself. With a grunt of disgust, Farina simply gave the mannequin a quick frisk and then threw the mannequin off to the side, as if she'd lost all interest in it. She wasn't enough of a do-gooder to help it and neither was she ruthless enough to do it harm. Well, unless it had been carrying anything worthwhile, anyway. She'd happily help herself as a 'payment', then. The rest were a series of questions that she could honestly do little to help in, neither having as much familiarity with the old empire that once ruled Jugdral nor familiarity with this mysterious Voice that they'd apparently encountered on a previous mission. Apparently, they got her name, at least. Pasithee, child of Celephais and Keranes. Somebody cursed by something that had condemned her and wanted revenge, apparently. That was the piece of information they could confirmed from this Voice. Eventually, the Voice no longer answers. Instead the darkness grows closer to all of you until it’s all you can sense. Endless nothingness. Then you are nothingness.

#toasabbamvitatham2023 #svverdane2023 #dreamingdragonscion #artificidel #delicatevalentine #lunaede #daeficatio #ofdusk #princessmacedon #laslow

[lukendary]

And at last, she comes to Luke. He's well and truly thrown her off his trail, if it really is him -- and if it isn't, well, it's not so bad to get to know him, is it? She'd never had the honor to meet a great many of Prince Marth's allies from the second war, and the chance to remedy at least one of these unmeetings is lucky indeed!

"Luke?" It feels odd to call his name familiarly, just as it would feel odd to call him like a stranger, for how long she has known of him and never gone to meet him. As she trots up to him, she cannot help but feel how light her satchel has grown, tellingly bereft of many of its former goodies. Nevertheless, she holds up a bag of cookies in the cradle of her palms, all bright eyes and hopeful sparkles as she waits for him to take it.

"It's nice to finally meet you!" Eyes crinkle ever so slightly at the corners as she talks, bouncing her hands as if to say: take it!

"Take it!" She chirps not more than a few moments later, because that was exactly what she meant to say, and grins. "It's a present for letting me take some of your time! But, Luke, I'm curious... are you my secret gift-giver?"

At last.

They’d never spoken, but Luke recognized her on sight. Who else could she be but Maria? “For me? Thank you.” He smiled, and then he sank down on one knee, kneeling as he felt a knight should, eyes on hers as he spoke, laughing slightly.

“I confess, that every description I’ve ever heard of the youngest Princess of Macedon fails to capture how warm and kind you are. I, Luke, am you secret gift giver! I suppose it took a little while to find me due to how formal I tried to be. Well, I have some manners, and in matters of the Luke’s bravery, you need only ask King Marth for details. For other matters— Kris and Rody can have their own opinions, eh?”

He stood up, opening the little bag and trying a cookie. “Woah! There are so good- it seems I am the one who should be thanking you, for these and the gift of your presence.”

He barely restrained himself from winking. See? Proper and all that.

“If you ever need anything from a legendary knight, you know who to call.”

#toawinterwonder #ic #ask #princessmacedon #//MARIA ILU #//crying @ the hint u got

[lycianlynx]

{ a surprise kiss just because the other couldn’t stop thinking about it 

There’s nothing in particular that spurs it on, really; it’s a day and moment like a hundred other days and moments they have shared. In the warmth of each other’s company, Maria wakes from a fleeting but gentle dream to grass beneath her palms and sunlight on her skin, and the sound of charcoal scratching away at paper. Something hums in her chest, simple but full: happiness, as she had missed it.

She could watch the sky, the clouds, the leaves rustling in the breeze — anything, really, but she watches Chad’s face instead. His eyes are clear and bright, and she thinks that maybe she could watch them for a long, long time. Maybe she would have, if he hadn’t scrunched up his face; her giggle gives her away.

“Good morning,” she smiles; she likes the way he looks when he looks at her, too. Then, by impulse, she cups a hand to her mouth, whispering for just the two of them. “Hey, Chad, I just thought of something… do you want to know a secret?”

The little robin of Madedon cranes her neck to meet him halfway, and when they’re good enough to turn an ear to her, her hand lands— gently, gently!— on the far cheek, a soft and sweet kiss surely placed upon the other.

She retreats with a gleeful giggle, rolling onto her stomach and peeking at him from behind folded arms.

“I like you a lot,” she finally answers, and breaks into a shining grin. “But… hee hee! I guess that isn’t a secret, huh?”

Chad sits, half-hunched over a sketchbook, supported on his knees. Robins and flowers dot the current page, a field and trees and clouds and the pattern on Maria's dress. There's a line out of place, a shape, an overlap, he thinks, but he barely even remembers what he was scrunched up about when Maria stirs.

Brown eyes flicker down to meet red, at first surprised, then fond. The charcoal pauses. "Morning." he replies, a tug at the left corner of his lip; It's only natural to lean in to listen to her secret, then, even when he sees the mirth (or mischief?) dancing in her eyes, the sweet shine of a strawberry atop whipped cream —

Though of all kinds of mischief she could make, this is...!!

... It was really just a split second, but her lips are soft, and so are her hands. They think they miss it when it goes, the thought of which makes them a shade redder than they were already going, only needing two beats to really realise what happened and turn utterly scarlet. Their think their hands go clammy, think there might be steam building up in their skull to release in a whistling hiss, think the world ends for a split second only to see vibrant spring again. Thought both races and comes to a shrieking halt.

She likes them? She likes them? That — That was obvious, maybe, just maybe, writ plain in picnics and walks and talks and bumbling about in the kitchen, in her shining laughter and joy freely given. They like her a lot, slivers of affection smuggled into crooked smiles and little chores and matching ball outfits and the mortifying amount of sketches of her and the things she likes shoved into their desk drawers.

But she — She likes them a lot?

"I," their voice cracks immediately, and they turtle back into the collar of their cloak, pressing the fabric to their mouth — But only the bottom half of their face, the top half still red-faced, wide-eyed, shining in shock and something other, unable to truly hide for being transfixed.

Is this real, or a vision, or a fevered dream? Their other hand, fingers stained with charcoal, paws at the grass longingly, hoping it isn't.

"Tell me again." they croak, eyes creasing with what might be a giddy grin beneath. "Just to be sure."

#;answered #princessmacedon #;s. heartred harmony | maria #what if i BLEW UP #live footage of me dissolving into my base components in a vat of acid labeled “LOVE AND AFFECTION AND JOY”

[venalier]

ALEKHINE’S GUN.

the emperor himself invited roy and maria to a private audience. it’d taken a while for the gravity of that to sink in — probably, she reasons, because this is a storybook, and they’ve only been here for a handful of days ( at least, it feels like a handful of days. maybe hours? for some disorienting reason, it feels all scrunched together somehow, as though her conversation with kent in that small courtyard might have been yesterday or last week ). she imagines that if this were back home, and lord ryoma had sent for someone...

well, that’s really what it is, isn’t it?

in that sense, roy and maria really didn’t have much of a choice, not without making things even worse for fenrich on the political front. but, why them? weren’t they just the younger siblings of the duchess’ personal bodyguard? in the back of her mind, part of caeldori worries that maybe the emperor had figured something out. nobody else in this book world — or in any of the others she’d been in — had ever seemed to suspect that the newcomers weren’t actually who they all pretended to be, but that didn’t mean the chances of it happening were zero. admittedly, that’s a small part of the reason she had also wanted to come. just in case... she wasn’t sure what, but just in case.

as the emperor’s “favorite magician” — though she’s not sure how much that counts for anymore — maybe there was a chance she could do something if the need arose; if not to help the two of them as members of house fenrich, then at least as her allies on a shared mission.

beyond that though, they were on their own. with her own hands tied — narratively, anyway— by her loyalty to the court, there wasn’t much she could do as far as the emperor’s agenda for meeting with them. at least the things she’d divulged made them better prepared, she hopes, for whatever’s in store.

as for herself?

caeldori takes a deep breath, checking her imperfect reflection in the studded plate of her vambrace for the dozenth time. an unfamiliar face, that of one of the palace guards she’d ‘ borrowed ’ the look of for the occasion, still stares back at her, and she exhales. magic artifacts, hexed rings, illusory glamours. these are things from rhajat’s arsenal of dark magic, not anything she’s ever been able to make heads or tails of, much less claim to be an expert on. it’ll be all right, she reassures herself, you have a backup plan. and a backup to that backup plan.

“okay, here we are.” they stop before the magnificant pair of decorated doors to the throne hall, and she lowers her voice so only the two can hear. “remember, after i escort you in, i’ll be standing by the emperor’s side to guard him. if anything happens, i’ll do whatever i can to help. i just want to know why he’s been holing himself up and giving his own magicians the cold shoulder.” if it has something to do with the precariousness of her position, especially with the hunt coming just around the corner, she can’t miss out on the chance, however risky, to find out.

               ↪   @princessmacedon

#princessmacedon #lionsword #UnscriptedVillainess2022 #╰ ･:･ ♡ // thread › ❛ alekhine's gun. #╰ ･:･ ♡ // maria › ❛ remember that poppies grow already carrying the colors of war. #╰ ･:･ ♡ // roy › ❛ the lion presides in knowing when to choose mercy¸ not death. #i can't wait for key to make me regret shunting myself in here :')

[aubins]

It is something she ponders over for a long time: the affairs of Yuri's birthday. The where is of little consequence, or so she has learned. When she wants to find Yuri, and when Yuri is willing to be found, then he will be, simple as that. The what proves an even more joyous search than the year before, for from the outset she plots to bake them a cake in three parts instead -- cupcakes, as it were, each a different flavor and fresh as the morning. Yet she ponders still as the days wear on, until at last, on the eve of the very day, a perfectly imperfect idea strikes her. That night she stays up late, a familiar tune dancing with her as she sits on her bed with needles in hand.

In the end, she dozes off at the corner of the dorm closest where they met, legs dangling halfway over the stone, one arm crooked around a box tied with a yellow ribbon. Yuri is written on a card tucked beneath its cross, though there is no letter on the flipside -- only a drawing of their face, white sparkles (snowflakes? Perhaps.) dotted all around, smiling. Clearly, if there was message to be imparted with it, she had expected to be awake.

(How else to explain why, between three little cakes, there sits a wisteria-hued charm with a wish hidden in its heart? Stay safe, Yuri, wherever you wander.)

The sun is out today, they muse, hand raised to shield their eyes from the light. For a weekend, this part of the monastery appears to be remarkably quiet, only a stray student here and there as they emerge from Abyss by the student dormitories, careful not to catch the eye of a curious passerby. There's a pair of students chatting on a nearby bench, though they pay him no mind; another seemingly just newly awakened, departing from their room; Maria, dozing in the corner—

Yuri's steps come to a sudden halt as they turn on their heel, blinking as though the glimpse of her was a ghost that would disappear with time. Instead, she remains no matter how many seconds pass between each blink, until they are crossing the stone path to the dormitory proper.

Maria, they think with an exhale, rising the short steps to reach where she rests by the dorms. A hand reaches out to rouse her from her slumber, but then lilac eyes catch on the box held in her arm, clutched there even in her sleep, and it is that, the name— his name— written on a card tucked beneath the ribbons that gives them pause.

They watch for a long beat of silence, wondering at this odd red-haired girl— his friend, a voice reminds him quietly, because even that seems strange to think of at times— who remembers their birthday. Who asked him to dance, but didn't shy away at the bluntness of his refusal. Who was kind to him, even if he'd not been quite so generous at first. And she reminds them, just a little, of the dream they hold tight to even now. The same dream they will always fight for— of a world that will have more people like her and less people like them.

Eventually, Yuri kneels, the light in their eyes almost fond as they reach out again. “Maria,” comes their voice at last, a gentle hand on her shoulder to wake her. “Why on earth are you sleeping here? You'll catch a cold. Go back to your room.”

#princessmacedon #❛ 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗. i worry that love is violence #MARIA.... #i clenched my fist so hard when i saw this in my inbox #thank you for sending!!

[reddragonprincess]

It is not quite the same to welcome Marth to the medical tent as it is her sister. One, the Hero-King; the other, her hero, right from the very beginning. Of course what silliness she spouts about her brother and sister being the strongest is ever made in cheek, but still — how odd it still feels to let that little piece of childhood slip between her fingers.

“Sister!” A juice box is hastily pressed into the elder princess’s hands, the younger squarely settling her gift there and wrapping her own around them. It would be a hug, were there not wounds for her to consider; nevertheless, into this she wholly pours her heart, her warmth, scoldings and rest be forgot — no force in all the world shall keep her from her family.

“You were so incredible out there, Minerva! I knew you would be!” Soft fingers curl over the heel of the woman’s palm, and from them, faith flows in abundance. Gently as a cleric may, Maria mends her sister's hurts; and, when she looks up to her again, it is with that irrepressible adoration she has always held. Changed though it may be from their halcyon days, it knows no decay — only love, boundless as the skies above Macedon.

“Did you have fun? Oh — did you make any friends? Tell me you did!” The little robin’s head tips back, a tittering laugh flowing upward. “Or were they intimidated by how strong you are? The super cool way you swing your axe? Hee hee! Now everyone has to know how amazing you are!”

After the ending of the event, she did not expect no less than the much needed rest; as a matter of facts though, she had some wounds to be treated properly and a stop at the medical tent was compulsory and she knew that above all, her sister would scold her if she would have skipped it.

Speaking of sister, she did her best to seek for her during the event, but the incredible rythm of the rounds completely made her out of reach for most of the times, especially since she was in one of the team that made it to the final. Minerva thought that Maria would be extremely happy with that result… and so she was.

A sudden sister! called out her attention and as she realized the evidence, the little body of the girl was already sticking against the woman's body, still wearing the heavy armour from the previous battles.

"Maria.. I'm so glad to see you" she gently patted her head, picking up with her other free hand the juice box, but the irruence of the little sister completely absorbed the love of her big sister: despite the differences, they were very connected to each other, a love that overcome every single limit and boundary - she was the real treasure, for Minerva.

"Ah, I just did what I thought it could be the best for my team" she scratched her head, a slight smile as she felt a little pain in the legs, but the acute perception of Maria made her realize she needed a medication and of course she was the master of healings and cures.

"But I can see you did a great job as well here at the medical tent" she sighed as she let the pain slowly fade away while the younger sister proceed in her treatments. "You're like an angel to all of us, dealing with concotions and heals" she snorted lightly, enduring the pain and knowing that it would soon go away: love healed everything.

"Oh no, I'm not as cheerful as you Maria.. But I did find some nice and cool battle companions" in all honesty, she wasn't fully certain to define them as friend, but she certainly made some favorable meeting. "But enough talking about me, let me properly thank you for this little medication: how about a tea break? - just you and me, like we used to do at home.." she outlined a fleeting smile, caressing the cheek of her little sister with tenderness and lastly adjusting the leg finally medicated. "Let's celebrate together.. since it's almost your birthday!" she blushed a little; she knew she was not good with this, but all that battlings have messed up with her head and she just wanted to be with her for good.

"You know I'm not good with celebrations and such, but please, accept my gift and proposal" and she lastly embranced her tiny body in a warm hug, hoping they would continue to be like this forever.

#ask #princessmacedon #maria support #toaboel2024 #//I'M SO SORRY I DID NOT MAKE IN TIME TO SEND A PROPER ASK FOR MARIAS BIRTHDAY #BUT I HOPE THIS IS GOOD ENOUGH ; v ; <3<3<3 #god i love her

[justices-blade]

red riding hood's basket || maria + edward

starter for @princessmacedon

The empty cookie pouch lingers on the corner of his desk, kept from falling off by the modest weight of a smooth pebble he found out on a walk. Though he'd been trying for the better part of the week to keep an eye out for the girl who'd graciously welcomed him with a yuletide gift (and one that had saved him so much grief, too, as he never did manage to find the cafeteria that day), it was to no avail. He had no name to go off of, after all, only a face, those bright eyes, and that red, red hair of hers. He's being stubborn about not asking faculty, too, for some reason — It feels like cheating! She seemed so identifiable by vibes alone!

So, he searches. On one hand: Edward's having a lot of fun with this little game, like having a mystery envoy of his own, despite his arrival in the middle of the festivities; But on the other, he'd rather meet a new friend sooner rather than later, yeah? The little bag of apple chips he's planning to give her in return's been burning a hole in his bag for a few days now, and though it's not necessarily a perishable item, he's anxious to get it to her, anyhow.

Her not being in the Golden Deer became obvious pretty quickly, and she didn't have that strange, silvery uniform some other students wore when he saw her. Any time he'd poked his head into other classrooms, he was either quickly shooed out from a class in-session, or got so distracted talking to Leonardo or Micaiah that he forgot to look...

Until he remembered when he was already halfway down the hallway, and the classroom was already all but empty. Darn it!

His attempts thus mostly confined to wandering the hallways and popping into random communal spaces so far (he knows where the cafeteria is, now), Edward's holding fast to hope —

Until that fateful day finally dawns upon him, and he spots that head of red hair across the courtyard, bouncing as the girl runs, that very same gait he saw running towards him some days past. He's sure of it. He'd even bet Caladbolg on it, this time! The boy stops in his tracks on his way to the training grounds, never mind his previous attempts of stopping other red-haired students before (there were so many here, what in the hells), and shouts:

"Hey, you!"

And finally, finally starts running after her with an excited wave, sure to catch up.

#;t. red riding hood's basket #;s. aglaia | maria #princessmacedon #hehehehehe #his fucked up perception check was for spotting maria in the blue lions classroom :crylaugh: