Gigi Priscus💜

Pouts.

A portrait photo of Maxima Priscus, a Garlean man from FFXIV.

AU | Freckles Maxima 💕
- Muse 34, Mun 30+.
• Will RP with any oc, npc, verse, etc.
• Long and short form.
• Crack posts.
• // = OOC
- SFW/NSFW + dark themes. Minors DNI.
-Only ships with Estinien.

↻ + ♡ | #maximapriscus #ffxivrp

“REALLY?! Yayayayay!!!”

“Oh!!! I learned a new word today!” She claps and then lays her head on his stomach. “Yup, I hear the tummy grumbling. It’s supper time! We should have tacos!”

“What does famished mean? You’ve got something in your eye?!”

She snuggled in, squeezing as hard as her little arms could muster. “I love you so much, dadda!”

“You know I really miss my momma a lot. I get to see her in my dreams though, and I’m the luckiest little girl in the world to have two dads that love me very much! You both deserve to feel loved, happy, and safe too.”

She taps her chin while looking up at him, then gives a fierce nod!

“Yes I think that will be great!”

“Yup! He learned how to do it after I begged him to pierce my ears!” She flashed a grin up at him.

“YAY!!! We should ask papa if he will pierce your ears!”

“Hehe yeah, you’re very pretty! Maybe you should get piercings in your ears too. It would look so cute!”

“I know, dadda!” She swung herself back around to the front, perching herself on his lap while being careful not to sit on his special gift. She pulled out her phone and turned on the camera, flipping it so that she could see them. She held it up for Estinien.

“What do you think?”

— was a perfect grandbaby, and that my other grandmother thought the same! That was before you even found my papa again!”

She placed a claw clip in his hair that she had in her own to hold the updo, pulling out little strands here and there and then reached over his shoulders to pull some hairs out to frame his face.

“I think so! When I saw your momma in my dream, she held my neck, kissed my cheeks and told me I —

— felt safe around you, even looked up to you. I wanted to learn what made you so strong, but I knew we had to work through the anger and hurt first because that was hiding you. The first dream I had about my momma, she said I needed to get close to you.”

“I saw right through your grumpiness, you know!” His hair was tangle free and now she was parting some hair at the crown for the updo. “You were hurting from loss, just like me. I felt it differently though. I always felt really anxious and afraid, like momma’s predator would find me next. I —

— play with your hair, remember?!” She giggled, bringing his hair up to her face and nuzzling her cheek against it. “It has gotten so much longer since then!” Letting the hair down, she began lightly combing her fingers through it to rid the tangles.

A big smile stretched her lips as she kicked her feet excitedly! “Yes, yes dadda I would love to!” She stood up on his thighs and stepped onto the chair, positioning herself so she was partially behind him. She scooped all of his hair and pulled it back. “This is like the first time I asked to —

She pulled herself back when she felt his shoulders shake. She watched the tear roll down his cheek, and she reached up to touch his face. “I dream about them, sometimes. That’s how I know your momma always wore her hair half up and half down. And she had her ears pierced!”

— See, mine is in the middle, and then there’s yours and there’s papas. I drew one for him too and it made him cry.”

Instantly she curled herself in close to him, resting her head on his shoulder. She held up her little drawing to show him. Three women were shown sitting at a table together, a step up from her usual stick figures even if she was still learning perspective and proportions.

“It’s our mommas. —

“Hi dadda.” She wasn’t her usual hyper self, tugging on his pant leg. She was holding on to something tight to her chest, peering up at him with waiting eyes. “I have a present for you.”

She does her best to hide her frown, but it only causes her chin to quiver. Her eyes lower. “I want Garlemald to become a happy place, not one that I have to run from.”

“We have to tell my papa!!!”

“Panne, I’m scared.”

“Are we in danger?!”

She tilts her head while she listens, nodding with each one. “Oh! I heard my dads say that one before!”

Looks up at Panne with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Really?!”

“FART! POOPY BUTT FART!

I’m sorry but I had to get that out!” Crosses her arms with a pout.

{Giggles}

I’m not a mage, but I can sing you a song! {Whips the guitar bow from off of her back and starts plucking at the strings}