"Bernie's Unstoppable!"

Closed RP blog for Bernadetta from Fire Emblem Three Houses. Not spoiler free! Associated with FERP

[huntersvarley]

Unknown Mage​:

“Not so fast! Who do you think you are to be picking on a female.” A rock was thrown at the man closest to the other.

Jumping down from Dante her Dark flier mount she raises a hand and readies a spell. Anger replaces the usually calm of the girl.

“I don’t know who taught you to behave like that but they didn’t raise you right!.” She let’s lose the spell and creates a smoke screen. During the panic she grabs the others hand and pulls her with her.

In one swift move she pulls them both up to dante and begins to catch speed to fly. Her magic still burning ready to unleash if need be.

Once they had gotten far enough away she lands the Pegasus and helps the other off.

“Are you alright?”

Everything happened so fast, Bernadetta struggled to process what was going on. One moment the bandits were upon her, the next she was being forcefully taken to the air. The sudden sense of touch forced her to cry out, and she continued to panic throughout the ride. She loathed hugs, but with the confusion and distress, she wrapped her arms around her savior as not to fall off, as she was uncertain of any proper security. Bernadetta could hear the bandits shouting, but was unable to understand what they were saying in her shut-out state.

Eventually throughout the flight, Bernadetta was able to calm down a little, and took notice the bandits were no longer heard. She was muttering practically incoherently, asking to herself where she was being taken and what was going to be done to her, only stopping when she felt the jolt of the Pegasus landing on the ground. Still horribly confused and panicked, her attempt to slide off the side resulted in her face on the dirt with another distressed cry. Shaking all over, she was only able to pick up the question the mage asked. Bernadetta looked up to her, shivering with tears in her eyes.

“I thought I was going to die! Wh-when you took me, I thought it was the bandits! Are you with different bandits who want Bernie’s head?!”

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Noble and the Sword||Open Starter

Bernadetta had to flee. Clutching her purse, she sprinted, eyes shut, breathing heavily. All she wanted was a leisure walk and an isolated place to embroider, but instead she found herself face-to-face with bandits. Normally unarmed, this was bad news for her. She was beginning to run out of breath, and the bandits were slowly catching up. Opening her eyes, she tried maneuvering around some trees in hopes to distract them.

She was successful, if only briefly. Hunched over, heart racing, she breathed in a sigh when Bernadetta caught sight of a shadow before her. She was surrounded. Crying out in panic, she pressed her back against the trunk.

“You really gave us a chase, little girly. Now yer coming with us!”

Was she to die? Be sold on the black market? What will they do with her? Whatever it was, she was to be forced into a completely foreign environment surrounded by strangers at every turn. The bandits had their weapons in their grasps, and one seemed ready to hit her in the side of the head. Bernadetta covered her face with her arms, cowering even more as her mind raced with horrible thoughts.

“This is it for Bernie!”

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cute asks ♡

1. what languages can you speak?

2. describe your ideal/perfect day?

3. who do you love most in your life?

4. what color are your eyes? do you like them?

5. favorite candle scent?

6. favorite type of flowers?

7. if you could smell like anything all the time,what scent would you pick?

8. favorite constellation and why?

9. what color is your favorite and why?

10. do you prefer the ocean or the mountains?

11. favorite type of weather? describe it?

12. what are you most passionate about in life?

13. favorite songs?

14. what is your go to snack?

15. chocolate or strawberry milk?

16. do you like journaling? if so,what do you journal about?

17. what are your biggest dreams in life?

18. what are your religious beliefs?

19. would you rather have 100 kittens or 100 puppies?

20. cotton candy or funnel cakes?

21. do you prefer hand holding or cuddles?

22. favorite place in nature to be? describe what it looks like or post a photo of it?

23. is there anyone you'd die for? who?

24. do you have any unusual fears? what are they?

25. museum dates or aquarium dates?

26. favorite fruit?

27. do you have long or short hair? which do you prefer to have and why?

28. what makes you happy?

29. do you collect anything? if so,what?

30. favorite sea creature?

31. talk about the person you love most?

32. favorite soda?

33. have you ever dyed your hair before? what color(s)?

34. favorite emoji(s)?

35. how tall are you?

36. if you could travel anywhere in the world,where would you want to go?

37. favorite number?

38. are you a night owl or an early bird?

39. favorite holiday? how do you usually celebrate it?

40. favorite movie(s)?

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Dedue​:

While Dedue knew that his looks were intimidating and he had strength behind his stature and appearance as well, he rarely ever used that strength outside of battle. He was a gentle giant, never raising his voice and preferring to stay in the background as much as possible, unless someone started bad mouthing or threatening His Highness. He was used to others around him assuming that he was violent or angry because of his appearance alone. 

The fact that he was also monotone, rarely spoke more than a few words, and barely expressed any emotion didn’t help his “scary” appearance either. However, he never bothered with trying to dissuade people from thinking what they did of him because he didn’t want to cause a fuss. Ever since the Tragedy people had viewed him as an outsider, a sore reminder of what they had lost that fateful day, and took their anger out on him. Instead of lashing out, fighting back and trying to explain that his people weren’t monsters, he let them unload on him and remained calmed all the while. 

He heard Bernadetta cry out, but didn’t comment on it. He was constantly observing his surroundings, something that he did without being aware most of the time because he was used to doing it. There was very little that was able to go unnoticed by him. Even though he heard her, he didn’t want to put her on the spot and make her more uncomfortable than she seemed to be already. 

He noticed that she hadn’t recoiled completely away from him or retreated from the greenhouse entirely like he thought that she was going to. He took that as a positive sign and was content to continue pruning and tending to his plants, comfortable enough with the other to have his back to her without feeling the need to have his guard up. A feeling of calm and ease settled in him as he looked once more at the gladiolus flowers that were in full bloom, hoping that they would continue flourishing and create even more buds. 

He nodded in response to her question, brushing off his hands before moving over a little to another area with a different set of plants. “These are the daffodils. They have not had as much time in the greenhouse as the gladiolus flowers, but there are different colors I am growing.” The most common color was a fully yellow daffodil, but there were some that had white petals with a yellow center and there were others with an orange center with yellow petals. 

Since flowers were able to choke one another out if they were not separated far enough away from one another, Dedue made sure that each flower he planted was in it’s own area, free to grow as much as it was able. He moved over once more, to the other side and pointed to an area that had various colors of flowers all over. “These are the antirrhinums, or snapdragons. They were my sisters favorite flower.” There was a soft smile as he moved forward, gently tilting one of the flowers towards him to have a better grasp of it. 

“If you close the petals together just right, it looks like a dragon’s mouth, that’s how it got the name.” He demonstrated what he meant by using his fingers to lightly close the petals of the flower, hoping that from where Bernadetta was she would be able to see how it almost took the shape of a dragon’s mouth being “snapped” shut. The reason that his sister had loved this flower so much was because she never got tired of showing Dedue how to make the dragon’s mouth and now that she was gone, he hoped that showing others made him feel the same happiness that he felt when  she did this small trick.

Bernadetta followed, still keeping her distance. It would take a while for her to feel at ease within close proximity of Dedue, but she was like this with almost everyone. As long as she was given her personal space, she was happy. She nodded in response to his gesture towards the daffodil flowers. Yes... she’s seen them before, if only once when she retreated to the greenhouse to embroider. Bernadetta took a moment to take in the flower’s shape and color. They almost looked like little suns with bell-like centers. A flower in a flower.

“These flowers are adorable! A shame they don’t grow anywhere in Adrestia...”

Then Dedue moved over to the antirrhinum section, clear calmness in his presence and expression as he gently grasped the plant. Bernadetta would normally fear for the flower’s safety, but that feeling of ease from the Blue Lions giant along with her previous observations of Dedue’s tenderness towards his plants gave her an odd sense of security. That she has no fear of the other causing any harm to the nonsentient being, and to a certain extent, herself. Despite Bernadetta’s usual caution, she took a few steps closer as Dedue was demonstrating the reasoning for this flower’s second name. Sure enough, the closed petals did look similar to one of the Wyverns she’s seen on the battlefield.

“They remind me a little of those carnivorous plants that look like little mouths. I think they’re called fly traps? These flowers are also cute, trying to look all scary and stuff. Though now that I think about it... I can’t really think of a plant I don’t find cute...” Bernadetta paused for a moment, before remembering something else Dedue had said,

“Those are your sister’s favorite? Um, if it’s okay to ask, what else did your sister like?”

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Dimitri:

Dimitri noted how much the girl was panicking. Of course he knew she was prone to such behavior, he was never given the task of deescalating her anxieties. He was sure Edelgard would have no problem in times like these. Think, Dimitri. How would Edelgard handle this?

In the most calming voice he could manage, despite his increasing adrenaline, he spoke to her. “Bernadetta, I am sure the professor asked you to be here because they know that you are a capable fighter. And if the professor has faith in you, then so do I.”

The young prince glanced to the entrance to see the last of his classmates enter. He turned back to Bernadetta. “I understand your fears but right now we must make haste. The others need us right now, they’re relying on our help.”

Bernadetta couldn’t notice Dimitri’s own doubts, for she was way too deep into her own fears. The other students were leaving, entering the scene of the crime. She could imagine the sounds of battle would erupt any minute now. Even so, the prince stayed behind to try to quell her anxieties. It was to get her to help in the fight, no doubt. Her eyes narrowed upon his response, not believing him for a second.

“M-me? A capable fighter? Is that a joke? Because it’s not funny. Someone like Caspar or Petra are better suited for battle than I am!” As the last of the students enter, there was a shout from one of the Blue Lions, confirming that people were already in there. Adrenaline began to rise some more as there was less and less of a chance for her to get out of it. Dimitri’s assurance didn’t help Bernadetta’s state in the slightest, but she really lacked a choice in the matter. 

“I-I’m not really convinced! But... but fine... Just don’t let Bernie get killed!”

With shaky hands gripping her bow, she sprinted into the fray, already overwhelmed with the rush of battle. Where was she to go? Who was she to aim? She froze upon seeing everyone fighting. Was this to be her school year?

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Seteth​:

Though he couldn’t claim to have anticipated Bernadetta’s reaction, Seteth supposed the student’s sudden abject concern for her actions wasn’t completely unexpected. Based on his observations, it seemed that whenever the student had even the smallest doubt in confidence, she reacted with anxiety. She was swift to criticize herself, quick to apologize, and Seteth idly wondered how the poor girl would go about life with such rampant worries. Brushing those thoughts aside, Seteth shook his head, his expression both calm and thoughtful.

“No, not at all. I am merely pleasantly surprised at his inclusion,” He reassured her, raising a hand to his chin, “in truth, I had never considered including illustrations of Saint Cichol alongside Saint Indech. However, you included him because you felt Saint Indech’s relationship to Saint Cichol made a great impact upont he reader, correct? If that is the case, then I now understand how crucial it is to include him.” 

Lowering his expression, he retrieved the manuscript that was resting adjacent to the drawings, turning about a quarter of thickness into the pages. Then, Seteth began thumbing through the pages, searching for the portions of the story that reflected the scenes Bernadetta had drawn. Finally, Seteth found the first place in the manuscript for which he was searching. Dividing the pages in half, he turned the relevant portion towards Bernadetta, while using his other hand to indicate a specific drawing.

“This illustration aligns with this chapter here, correct?”

‘Calm down, Bernie!’

The constant shift between panicking and relaxing was almost exhausting, but she paid no mind to it as she took a deep breath before her emotions could spill over as they have many times before. Seteth thought of her inclusion of Saint Cichol was a pleasant surprise? It was integral to include him based on how she felt when drawing the pictures? Bernadetta wasn’t entirely sure if she should believe his words, but she went along with it for the time being.

She nodded in confirmation of his question. She drew Saint Cichol with Saint Indech so frequently due to how important their relationship was throughout the fable. She viewed them as inseparable brothers, and she wished to convey that with ink and quill. Bernadetta watched intently, fully calm again as Seteth sifted through pages of his fable to match the illustration with the corresponding scene from the book. Sure enough, Seteth selected the proper chapter Bernadetta wished to summarize though illustration. She nodded once more, affirmatively this time.

“Yes, it’s meant to represent this chapter. So much happens that I needed to draw more to summarize it. There should be two more in the pile that’s related to it.” Her expression fell, “I’m sorry, I should’ve organized my drawings more. You’re not disappointed, are you?”

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Dedue​:

Bliss Among Flowers||Bernadetta & Dedue

There was nothing that Dedue wouldn’t try at least once, and he had tried his hand at embroidery, but found that it was far to hard of a task. While he was able to tend to the flowers in the greenhouse with ease, each touch delicate to ensure that he didn’t accidentally harm any of them, that delicacy didn’t translate to using a needle. He found it hard to grasp the small, sharp object and found that he often broke needles before even getting the thread through the small, almost impossible to find eye. He figured that it would be best for himself, and the needles, if he stayed away from anything involving having to use them. 

“I enjoy taking care of the flowers. They are easy to tend to. Needles often break easily in my hold and I thought it best for me to stay away from activities that involved them.” It didn’t surprise him that embroidering was something that Bernadetta liked to do. She was able to do the task alone, without anyone bothering her. 

I wonder how long she has been embroidering or if she has ever shown anyone what she makes. What is it that she would embroider? While he had questions about the others hobby, he didn’t voice them, not wanting to push her to far outside of her comfort zone. Bernadetta was already uncomfortable being around him to begin with, which was something that he was used to, but he understood wanting to maintain a safe distance. He wasn’t going to force her to come out of her hiding spot if she didn’t want to, but his offer to help him tend to the plants still stood. 

Out of the corner of his eye he saw her take another step forward, he moved slightly to the left, allowing her to see the flowers that he was tending to a little easier. He set down his watering can before grabbing his pair of pruning scissors and starting to cut away any of the dead part of the plants that stunted the growth of new flowers or leafs. He was surprised that she hadn’t known that he was from Duscur, but they hadn’t had much interaction before and he wasn’t sure if her land had even had any ties with Duscur before the Tragedy. 

“Yes, I am. You may not want to be seen with me. I would not want people to talk and cause you trouble because you were seen in the greenhouse with me.” Even though many did not have any problem being around him, he didn’t want to be a burden to anyone because of where he was born. He looked around at the other flowers around him and nodded, in response to Bernadetta’s question. It had been hard to procure even the small amount of flowers that he had, but he was grateful that he was given the space to grow them. 

“There were not many flowers left after the Tragedy. The land was ravaged after the attack.” He knew that seeds for any type of Duscurian plant were outrageously expensive and would never ask any one to get him any. “I have gladiolus, antirrhinum, and daffodils. The gladiolus flower is one that my family used to grow together…I am very grateful that I am able to grow it here.” There was a softness in his expression as he spoke about the flowers, allowing the memories of simpler times to come forward, grateful that those memories no longer caused him as much pain as they used to.

Needles would break in his grasp? That was enough confirmation for Bernadetta Dedue was definitely as strong as he appeared, which caused her anxieties to return. If he could snap a needle with his bare hands, he could easily crush her like a twig with a single grip. She shuttered at the thought, even crying out a little, though she hoped Dedue didn’t notice. She recoiled a bit, but refrained from taking a full step back, refusing to let her fears control her so much she fled. She was finally feeling somewhat comfortable in this conversation. Would it really be worth throwing that all away?

Recomposing herself, her attention fixated upon the plant Dedue allowed her to get a better look at. The flowers bloomed from a tall stem, almost as if they were full of pride. Although Bernadetta didn’t envy the perceived confidence she saw in those flowers, she could appreciate how vibrantly they stood out. The other was certainly masterful at his craft.

Then he mentioned she shouldn’t be seen around him. Why? Because he was from Duscur? She had heard of a great tragedy befalling upon the people of that country, but what could have happened that caused those people to be seen as monsters to be avoided? She shook her head. Although curious, she wouldn’t want to stir up anything too traumatic, for both her and Dedue’s sakes.

Even though he off-handedly brought up the tragedy, he spoke fondly of his plants and the memories tied to them. He seemed at ease, which, in turn, put Bernadetta at ease. The names of the other two types of flowers mentioned were, of course, unfamiliar, so she thought it a good time to speak up.

“The antirrhinum and daffodil... Are you growing those now? C-could you maybe please... point them out to me? I might have seen them around here at some point, but never knew what they were called.”

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Ingrid​:

To the Dining Hall||Open

Upon hearing Bernadetta’s sympathetic apology, Ingrid dismissed her words by shaking her head, her hands falling to her lap as she cleared her crestfallen expression. While she was touched and appreciative that her peer was demonstrating compassion towards her misfortune, she did not seek the pity of others. She had grappled with the gravity of Galatea’s struggles since childhood, and had long accepted responsibility regardless of whether or not it had been fairly burdened upon her in the first place. Though her indecision for the method she would utilize to revitalize Galatea raged furiously in her mind, it was a matter she was determined to solve on her own without the assistance of those outside her territory. 

“There’s really no need to apologize. Well, what I mean to say is, I’m grateful that you are sympathize with my family’s situation, but I didn’t elaborate because I was looking for pity.” She explained, taking care not to offend Bernadetta with her words. She was stubborn by nature, which made it difficult for her to accept the condolences of others, even if it was accompanied by reassurance.

Her expression flashes with surprise when Bernadetta suggests requesting assistance from her friends. Just as she was too stubborn to accept the condolences of others, she was equally so in accepting their assistance, even from her closest friends. Ingrid looked to the ceiling with a thoughtful, almost wistful expression. Galatea had nothing of value to offer to the other territories of Faerghus. No gold, no foodstuffs, no supplies… All there was to offer was her Crest. Had her marriage gone through with Glenn, Galatea’s woes would have already been answered. With his death and Felix possessing a Crest of his own, Fraldarius understandably retracted their proposal. She frowned.

“It’s not that simple,” Ingrid replied with a small sigh, “asking for assistance without having anything to give in return would only serve to show Galatea’s weakness. I don’t want to give Faerghus any reason to dissolve House Galatea.”

She knew. Bernadetta figured Ingrid was the type that didn’t care for pity, or at least pity towards her and her situation. She’s lived with the famine all her life, and if she’s thinking about it now, she’s probably doing what she could about it to the best of her ability. She knew this, but she still couldn’t help but feel guilty. Bernadetta lived her life with the luxuries that came with her title. Still, she suffered immensely, but in the moment, she loathed how her suffering dictated the way she lived her life when the other sitting beside her had it much worse. She opened her mouth to retort, but nothing was said.

‘It’s not that simple.’

Bernadetta’s gaze shifted to her lap, feeling panic and guilt. What was she to say? Ingrid was right, it wasn’t that simple. Even if her friends were willing to help, their parents most likely weren’t. She let out a small cry, feeling hopeless.

“R-right... Sorry, just ignore me!”

Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, she looked back at Ingrid, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm her nerves. Gripping her purse with both hands, she rose.

“I... should probably go. I’m sorry I brought up something so uncomfortable.”

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Dimitri:

Honorary Blue Lion | Dimitri and Bernadetta

@huntersvarley

It was the day of the Goddess’ Rite of Rebirth and everyone was on edge. With the rise of a mysterious threat, the class had been put to the task of guarding the monastery. They had all come to the conclusion that the enemy would target the Holy Mausoleum. While the other classes were spread out, on alert, the Blue Lions stuck close to the cathedral. It wasn’t long before there suspicions were proven right. 

The professor had greatly stressed the importance of staying in a group. At the bare minimum, they be in pair if separated. Keeping this in mind, Dimitri stayed behind to make sure there were no stragglers. His class would need all the help they could get until the knights arrived, not to mention that he couldn’t bare the thought of any of his classmates being cornered.

Among all of the guests, a familiar head of purple hair stood out. The young prince ran as fast as he could to the girl. “Bernadetta! The enemy’s in the mausoleum. You need to come with!”

Although Bernadetta was a shut-in who tried to ignore the problems of the academy to prevent herself from full-on panicking, she was completely aware of the threatening note left on the corpse of Lanato. Bernadetta, being Bernadetta, felt extremely tense herself, occasionally breaking into a melt down when she was alone. Although she was tasked to help keep the monastery safe, the professor of the Blue Lions asked her for further assistance with the month’s mission. Why she was recommended over someone else from her house was beyond her, but she begrudgingly agreed in hopes everything could blow over faster.

The day of the Goddess’ Rite of Rebirth arrived too soon. Bernadetta didn’t feel prepared. Yet here she was, standing alongside the Blue Lions house, whom have already rushed into the mausoleum. She froze, holding her bow tight, already uncertain what to do watching so much movement. Thoughts ran through her head, thoughts that she might die, or someone else might die, or that whoever’s raiding the tomb will get away and how furious Rhea souls be if that happens.

Then she heard a voice. A deep, almost unfamiliar voice. Bernadetta squeaked in surprise as she was pulled from her thoughts. The one who stood before her was Prince Dimitri, leader of the Blue Lions house. Without thought, Bernadetta retorted,

“W-wait! I’m not ready! How many of them are there?! Wouldn’t you want me to stay back in case they run through here? Ohh, why did your professor pick me for the job?”

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Seteth​:

Tale of Two Saints||Bernadetta & Seteth

A pleasant astonishment decorated his features as Bernadetta described her drawing efforts and enthusiasm for his writing. While Seteth never doubted his ability as a wordsmith, for he had developed the skill over countless years, it was rare to ever receive praise for one of his texts directly. Further, he experienced a certain gratification in knowing his writing had inspired someone to invest the labor into several drawings, each without knowing the potential of ever being published. He offered a small smile, touched that the student had even declared the book her favorite.

“You have my thanks, Bernadetta. I am deeply touched that my writing has inspired you so, and that you consider it your favorite. Your words are the highest form of praise an author could with for.” Seteth replied, his words sincere and his smile slightly widening at the sound of the girl’s laugh.

Retrieving the stack of drawings gingerly as to not damage them, Seteth began to study them, one by one. Seeing the images of Indech and himself, working together as they had done in the past welled emotions that he had long subdued within him. His heart both heavy and light, he felt as though he were silently reminiscing over times that had long passed. Precious memories of his brother that he had held onto, even after so many years in separation. His thumb brushed against the corner of one of the pieces of parchment with a wistful expression. Indech had been his very best friend. He couldn’t recount the plethora of times he sought his council on either of his hands. 

“These are wonderful. You’ve truly captured the spirit of Saint Indech,” He replied, spreading the drawings along the desk to ensure they did not overlap, “you’ve drawn a fair amount of Saint Cichol as well…”

Seteth’s gratitude almost felt strange to her. Perhaps it was due to her little social interaction with him overall, but his soft gaze was both unfamiliar, but not unwelcome to Bernadetta. Upon his words, her embarrassment began to fade, giving him a small, still nervous smile. Although she wasn’t sure if she could ever feel truly comfortable socializing, at least Seteth was relatively easy to talk to.

Bernadetta watched in silence as Seteth took the drawings from her, examining each one carefully. As he did, her self-consciousness began to nag at her again, and her fears of her art not being good enough proceeded to surface. Her expression notably fell, and she began making small whines of fear, unable to mask her doubts in herself. Her gaze fell to her lap, legs quivering from the once again rising tension. She failed to notice Seteth remembering his days with Indech, unable to see his wistful expression. When he began to speak once more, Bernadetta took a sharp breath, stopping herself from crying out as her gaze returned to the man before her. With her sheepish smile returning, she watched as he laid out the drawings neatly on the desk.

“Ah, um, thanks. I just really like how well Saint Indech and Saint Cichol work together, despite their differences. D-did you not want me drawing Saint Cichol?! Ohh, you messed up already, Bernie...”

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Hi Bernie! I know you love your carnivorous plants, but are there any flowers you like?

“Can I just cheat and say pitcher plants?”

Bernadetta laughs nervously, not really sure how to answer the question to the stranger, but she realized in a sudden moment of dread that the answer wouldn’t be satisfactory. Taking a deep breath, she took a moment to think.

“I mean, there are many flowers I like, so it’s hard to pick a favorite. Not many really speak to me like carnivorous plants do... Oh! But I do like those bell-looking flowers! They’re really small and cute, but, um, I could say that about a lot of other flowers I like...”

(These flowers! Ladders-to-heaven flowers)

[knifewaifu]

[illust-sou]

timid artist: Bernadetta (Fire Emblem three houses)

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Tale of Two Saints||Bernadetta & Seteth

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Seteth:

Just as Seteth gently dragged one of the wooden guest chairs over to the front of his desk with a single hand, Bernadetta indicated her arrival with a polite knock and quiet mumbling. Without delay and fueled by a rush of excitement, Seteth swiftly turned on his heel to answer the door, grasping the doorknob in a mere fraction of a second. He nearly twisted the doorknob open with zest, but a steadying voice in the back of his mind cautioned him against it. Though he felt no shame in sharing his enthusiasm for a project for which he felt particularly passionate, Bernadetta was ever timid. His energy may overwhelm her, or worse, completely frighten her. If she were to run off again in abject terror, it would certainly impact the progress of their work. Drawing in a silent, centering breath, he slowly turned the handle and drew the door open.

“Ah, Bernadetta. Impeccable timing. I have just finished preparing my office. Please, come in.” He greeted, standing back and ushering her to join him inside. Once the student had passed through the door frame, he carefully closed the door behind her with a quiet click. His office was handsomely decorated in dark wood carvings along the walls, illuminated through the light that cast in through the window on the back wall combined with dim candlelight. The room was bursting with knowledge, with two bookshelves filled to he brim with countless titles, various maps rolled into neat scrolls stored in bins, and several drawings pinned onto a tack board. Beside Seteth’s desk was a large drawing table, which was currently occupied by a ruler and some architectural sketch.

Joining her at his desk, Seteth seated himself in his usual chair, leaning down to retrieve a fallen book from the floor. Thoughtlessly, he placed it on the empty stool beside him, before retrieving the documents for the manuscript from one of his drawers and placing it off to the side on his desk.

“Welcome. It would be most prudent for us to begin immediately, agreed? Let’s take a look at those drawings you’ve done.” He said with an encouraging nod.

Bernadetta could hear movement through the door, then silence. Was Seteth well? Did she perhaps arrive at an inopportune time? Before she could say anything, Seteth opened the door. The suddenness coupled with the rising adrenaline from the fear of her thoughts caught her off guard, squeaking a surprised yelp when the door swung open. She was quick to recollect herself, however, when her eyes gazed up at the aide’s, utter excitement in his gaze.

With his greeting and invitation, Bernadetta stepped in without much hesitation, immediately heading for the desk. As she sat down, she laid out the art supplies and finished drawings in any free spot she could find. When she was settled in, Bernadetta took the time to scan the office. The decoration of wood carvings and a couple of drawings made her feel at ease. She was to ask of the carvings when Seteth spoke up first. Eyes returning to Seteth, she perked,

“O-oh, right!” She pushed the stack of drawings closer, “You know how I said I read your book on Saint Indech in one sitting? I kind of... drew an illustration for each chapter. It was probably my favorite book you lent me.”

Bernadetta ended with a sheepish laugh, almost guilty for her own enthusiasm.

[restoration-prince]

Midnight Snacks >Bernadetta

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Mercedes‌:

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Mercedes had spent a longer time in the church than what she wanted. She still had her studies to attend to and practice for the test that her professor was giving tomorrow. Pushing the doors to the church open, she looked up at the sky. It was completely dark out and the moon gave a faint glow to around her. It still wasn’t enough light to see completely to make sure she wouldn’t run into anyone.

Casting a small fire flame on top of her pointer finger, it was enough to give more light now to see her way through the darkness. She navigated across the bridge and onto the path towards her room. The darkness didn’t scared her, quite the opposite, she loved the darkness and all that. But as she walked through the monastery, she saw a quick flash towards the dining hall. Had she just seen a ghost?

If I saw a ghost, surely I could tell Annie and the others all about this story! Surely it would get a kick out of them!

Mercedes made her way to the dining hall then, she could get to her studies later. First she wanted to see the spooky ghost that was lingering around the monastery. She pushed open the door to the dining hall slowly. It was kept unlocked if some students were hungry after their studies or such. Mercedes stepped into the dining hall and looked around the room. 

Seeing all the empty chairs and the dim lights of the dining hall was a perfect scenario from what she had read in her ghost stories. Mercedes’ head snapped quickly when their was a sound of a thud coming from the kitchen area. She kept her hand raised to illuminate the area better and blinked when she saw the ghost she thought it was.

“Oh, Bernadetta! Thank the Goddess it’s just you. I thought you were a ghost. What are you doing out this late?”

Although not healthy for her, Bernadetta would tend to skip meals if she was feeling more adamant to stay in her room than usual. She was determined to have an indoor day that morning, and she began to feel the consequences as midnight approached. She awoke with a stomach growl, grumbling to herself just how hungry she was.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have stayed inside all day, Bernie...”

Luckily for her, she already had a solution— the dining hall. Bernadetta did enjoy the night’s atmosphere anyway, so the girl was surprisingly not frightened at the idea of leaving her room for the cool night air. Ensuring no one was around to see her exit the confines of her room, Bernadetta scanned the outdoor halls before leaving. Heaving a sigh of relief knowing no one was around, she began to pace towards the dining hall, already having a route in mind that her feet automatically took her on. Feeling more comfortable and confident, she absently began to hum a quiet tune, skipping, blissfully unaware of the other following her.

Finally, she was there. Bernadetta used the dim lights of the burning out candles to find her way to the pantry. A smile tugged at her lips as she let out a small giggle. Snacks. She could stock up on pastries, so she would no longer go hungry in her time alone. However, being the clumsy young woman that she is, she failed to notice a smooth dish towel lying on the floor, and she proceeded to slip. With a surprised yelp, she fell to the floor, groaning in pain as she massaged an aching shoulder after colliding on her side.

Suddenly, footsteps. Panic began to rise as Bernadetta feared one of the chefs had caught her. Before she could say anything to herself, Mercedes’ voice called out to her. She squealed, turning in the direction of the voice,

“Ahh! I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me! I was hungry and—! ...Huh? M... Mercedes? Ohh, please don’t scare me like that! I nearly had a heart attack.”

She paused for a minute, finally realizing what the other had just said. Bernadetta couldn’t help but let out a wry laugh,

“A g-ghost? Me? You can’t be serious! I was, um... getting some snacks...”

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Bliss Among Flowers||Bernadetta & Dedue

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Dedue:

Even though Dedue didn’t turn around, he heard Bernadetta’s slight movement from behind the planter. He assumed that she was getting up to try and leave the greenhouse since he didn’t think it would be particularly interesting for her to watch him garden. He didn’t have much interaction with anyone in general, outside of His Highness, and didn’t know that the other was normally skittish. The only thing that Dedue had really heard about Bernadetta was that she preferred to stay in her room and wasn’t very social, outside of that, he didn’t know very much about the other.

He allowed himself to remained focus on the task at hand, making sure that his plants were free of any weeds and were trimmed to ensure optimal growth. He always felt a sense of calm whenever he was cooking or tending to the small garden that the monastery allowed him to have. He wouldn’t mind seeing others in here tending to their own flowers, but he didn’t think that many other people would find mundane tasks, like the one that he was doing now, very exciting. 

He was surprised to hear her response to the remark that he had made, although he couldn’t help but wonder to himself about the reason why she always seemed startled when asked a question. I cannot help but to think that many people do not ask personal questions to her…or if they do, maybe they ask them in a forceful manor. He didn’t mind her reactions, but was mildly curious as to why they existed but didn’t intend on asking unless Bernadetta freely offered up that information herself. 

Upon hearing Bernadetta’s response to what he had said, Dedue merely nodded, able to agree that sometimes just being able to come here to look at the plants was very enjoyable. “I did not know that you did embroidery. I am afraid my hands are to large to properly hold the needle.” There were not many tasks involving smaller objects that Dedue was able to excel at. He often would lose his grip on the object or find that he was putting in far to much effort then was required for the task at hand. 

When he heard Bernadetta ask what flower he was caring for, his facial expression changed very slightly, but he was happy to hear about her interest  in the gladiolus flower. Even though there was a great deal of pain and sorrow that was associated with this particular flower, there was also a lot of fond memories as well. He was still learning about what plants were native to what land and wondered about what kind of flowers and flora were common in Bernadetta’s homeland. 

“These are gladiolus flowers. They are flowers from Duscur.” He shifted slightly, continuing to care for the flowers as he spoke. “My family had a garden of them in the front of our home. I would often spend morning aiding my mother and sister when they were tending to them.”

It was perhaps expected Dedue couldn’t embroider, at least it would’ve been to Bernadetta due to his overall demeanor. Had she not witnessed him tending to his flowers with such tenderness and precision, she would’ve assumed he went out of his way to be tough or intimidating, or whatever it was scary people did for fun. However, it was a rare case where she was rather surprised the big scary student couldn’t embroider.

“Are you sure? If you take care of flowers so well, I-I’m sure you can learn how to handle a needle.”

Was that a smile she saw? Although faint and barely noticeable from where she stood, Dedue’s shift in expression made Bernadetta feel reassured in a way. He was less scary when he smiled. Awaiting his answer, she kept her distance, still too intimidated to get a closer look at the flowers, as pretty as they were.

It was no wonder she was unfamiliar with these plants. Even if Bernadetta wasn’t as much of a recluse as she was, she still wouldn’t be aware of the flower’s existence, as they didn’t even grow anywhere near the Varley territory, let alone the Adrestian Empire. She took one step forward, hoping to get even more of a closer look.

“Oh, they’re from Duscur? I think I’ve heard of that place before... You’re from Duscur, right? Do you have other plants native to Duscur growing here?”

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To the Dining Hall||Open

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Ingrid:

Despite the severity of the devastating famine she had endured through a significant portion of her childhood, Ingrid rarely spoke of the sleepless nights she spent tossing and turning in hunger. She did not take pride in her enjoyment of food, nor her habits of squirreling away anything that could be preserved in case another famine were to strike. As a noble, she fared better than the commoners of her territory. While she lay hungry, others died from starvation. Ingrid felt her own struggles were incomparable to those who fared worse, and she did not seek the pity of others.

Moreover, the responsibilities of Galatea’s shortcomings fell to her shoulders. Though it had not been her deeds that created the lack of resources and gold, bearing a Crest at birth had suddenly shifted the accountability from her father to herself. It was she that had to marry for the sake of the well-being of her family, her House, and the people of Galatea. It was she who would sacrifice her dreams to a life as a wife, wherein she would be expected to produce a Crest-bearing child. It was a responsibility that plagued her; an impending future that she dreaded with every ounce of her being.

“Oh, well,” Ingrid paused, her expression falling as she brought her hands together, “since you are not from Faerghus, you are probably unaware of Galatea’s situation. Galatea is located at the Eastern portion of Faerghus, where the land is particularly barren and the winters are very cold. In recent years, the soil has provided almost nothing. Even as a noble, supplying the pantry has been a challenge. Because of this, the food served in my House is often bland. I shouldn’t complain…I know we’re making do with what we can, and the commoners feel the strain far worse.”

A famine. It was true Bernadetta was unaware of Faerghus’ issues, perhaps even less so compared to other Adrestian nobles due to the lifestyle she adopted as a way to cope her father’s impossible demands and horrible abuse. She fell silent, unable to find words of comfort. Although Ingrid’s living conditions were now properly laid out to the young noble, Bernadetta lacked the kind of experience to properly empathize with her. Her upbringing isn’t something she’d call easy, but her woes are an entirely separate breed to Ingrid’s.

“Oh... I’m sorry to hear that, Ingrid.”

One thing she was able to empathize with, however, was when Ingrid began to deprecate herself, comparing her conditions to the commoners of the Galatea territory. She could only imagine what their lives were like if even the nobility were living lives comparable to the commoners of Enbarr. Bracing herself for the response, Bernadetta felt the panic returning to her tone,

“Please don’t feel bad! I’m sure your family wants to help them, but it’s near impossible. Um... what about your friends? Couldn’t their families help?”