Sweet Serenity

Petra Thorne. 23. Castle Librarian.

[breefraser]

(✿◠‿◠) bree’s baby bump

[breefraser]

+ bonus

[thegirlwiththecoffintattoo]

~ Requested by anonymous

[bridget-malfoy-stilinski-hale]

“Please don’t try to follow me, Roger.”

[rozabelikovi]

It’s not your fault.

[tzaharasykes]

“Someday, I promise, you’ll understand.”

[tzaharasykes]

“Everybody needs a history.”

[princessrhcenyra]

ASJDHFKJSA bree is like WELL…oookk…i’ll let you have that one lil girl

[evanzbuck]

“Time is not a reality, but a concept or a measure.”

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Bribery is Part of the Trade || Eodel & Petra

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everythinginoffering

His eyes opened the moment she moved.

“Spring.” He took a deep breath at the wonder that came with that simple word. How fitting. How very fitting. He was winter. She was his spring. “And a flower crown.”

Thoughts and images came with those words. Questions slamming behind his teeth wanting to be voiced. He met Petra’s eyes then, absorbing her words and letting them reassure him. Words he pushed to his foundations to strengthen them. His heart bursting with warmth at the trust given to him, in making such a wonderful person happy.

She was his constant too. She was his happiness too.

“Thank you.”

His tone turned upbeat which was a clear contrast to the plan hatching in his eyes. “So, did my wife-to-be ever shared to you her dream proposal?”

His microexpressions were adorable to watch, Petra decided, though his question turned her expression to thoughtful. Strangely enough she could not recall a ‘dream proposal’ that was spoken after the age of fifteen (for before then, she was fairly certain that Dagmars imaginings had been grand and over the top).

But she couldn’t let him not have anything to go on at all.

“Not that I recall...” She softly replied, toying with the ends of her hair as she reached into her memory as much as she could. “I think, however, I wouldn’t be too grand. Dags liked that kind of thing as an impressionable thirteen year old, but she’s more mature now. I'd say special and sincere in its simplicity. Does that make any sense?" It probably didn't. It wasn't much to go on.

[outlandernetwork]

#Ian makes the fandom cry

[breefraser]

✿◕ ‿ ◕✿ precious pregnant bree gets a midnight snack

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gallantgarinrose

Let it never be said that Petra Thorne wasn’t full of surprises. She had fallen from a great height, which could have ended with serious injuries for her, and she was fussing over him, dropping her head on his shoulder and kissing his cheek in relief. And she was cracking jokes of all things.

She shifted off of him, and half of him was relieved for it (she was not light after all) and yet the other half of him felt……..discontented. He wasn’t sure why. He shoved the feeling in the back of his mind until he could reflect on it later, alone.

Luckily his attention was pulled to her when she shared her amusement at his frantic arrival, sword in hand, and he sighed. Pardon him for having the instinct to protect his friends.

He propped himself up on his elbows, looking with mild amusement and plenty of disbelief at his oddball friend. “Really Thorne?” he said with drawn eyebrows, “You topple from a great height to your great injury and you crack jokes?”

"Would you rather I faint, oh noble knight?" Petra replied quickly with a smirk and a raised brow, her hand dramatically lifting to her forehead as she gave out a sigh befitting of any swooning mistress and fell from her knees onto her back on the floor. She had been half tempted to land on Garin in this act, but thought perhaps the poor man had endured enough of her landing her pastry induced weight upon his strength...

...As ridiculous as that was of course. Petra was fairly certain she wasn't as heavy as he pretended. But it was fun to joke about in her mind.

All the same she laid on the floor in her "swoon", eyes closed as she waited for whatever response that would be elicited from him. Though the twitch of her lips could attest her amusement, and her chest had a slight stutter in its breathing from her very very soft laughter.

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Sweet Reprieve || Lilia & Petra

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lovelyliliarose

Petra had snatched up her laundry before Lilia could even react, seemingly skipping ahead of her with a renewed energy. Honestly how did this girl remain so……buoyant all the time? Lilia could not help but laugh in amusement, following her with shoes in hand. And it probably looked uncouth for this random woman to be walking around the castle barefoot but what did she care? She was a kitchen wench, not a Duchess.

“Ah we have not gone to war yet, Pebble. But with how the castle is abuzz, everyone is wound up and on edge because of it” she laughed. “I’m surprised you hadn’t heard of it, even tucked away in your little hovel. The arrival of all these important folk to discuss land and fightin and peace is all anyone could talk about”

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Lilias laugh was infectious, and Petra couldn’t help a little giggle in reply as she swung the basket to rest more comfortably on her hip. There was a little spring her step as she made sure to stay side by side with Lilia-- otherwise how could one hold a proper conversation with her ahead, after all? She nodded at Lilias teasing, lips pursed in playful solemnity of hearing.

“Aye, I’ve heard of it. Hovel and all, its hard not to hear the goings on of that kind. Dags for example won’t shut up about it, and Dante is training more often should the need require it.” And by ‘need’ she fully meant the worst case scenarios which her father and brother had discussed often. “Though I’m genuinely curious of the people who will come, it’ll be so exciting to have new faces around for a little time, don’t you think?”

[daxambcrn]

“No! You do not get to be more angry than me.”

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[rozabelikovi]

#too_pure_for_this_world