#apprentice gianna

[sugar-vs-art]

Summer Arcana

June -  Week 1: At the beach/beachside bbq

Ahhh I’m actually getting things done? What??

Thank you to the lovely @arcana-more-likely-nadia-trash for letting me borrow their apprentice Gianna! Who is honestly just having a good time while Pilvo struggles to make their sand castle not fall apart every time he touches it. |D

[schaaadenfreude]

Nadia fluff with my apprentice Gianna? I don’t have her stuff on tumblr, but Gianna has a hard time expressing her feelings and has a hard time believing she is worthy of Nadia in general.

i’ll do my best!!

Nadia gave her a frown when Gianna excused herself from dinner early, quoting an uneasy stomach. That frown gave her a pang of regret, but it didn’t stop her from taking her escape from the tension at the table. Dinners now that Nasmira was at the palace were… “uncomfortable” was not a strong enough word. Why Nadia consented to have Nasmira at her table, rather than having her sister eat with the rest of the court, was beyond Gianna. Maybe it was to prove something; who knew. All Gianna knew was that the two sisters intimidated the hell out of her, even if that intimidation was in also infatuated and adoring, in Nadia’s case.

Escape did not last long. A knock sounded at the door to Giana’s room; she recognized that imperious tattoo. The idea that Nadia might be mad at her for leaving dinner made her heart climb into her throat, but she answered the door anyway. “Is everything all right?”

Once Nadia had swept into the room, she turned and gave Gianna the same frown as before. “That is what I came to ask you. Are you feeling well? If there is some way I can be of assistance, do inform me right away. The court physician is here tonight and I can have them visit you, if the need arises.”

Oh no. Gianna flushed and looked away from Nadia’s intense scrutiny. “N-no, really, I’ll be fine. There’s no need to bother anyone for my sake.”

“What there is no need for,” Nadia said sternly, “is for you to suffer discomfort unnecessarily. If there is some way I can aid you, tell me.”

There was a long pause, during which Gianna fought the knot that had formed in her throat. Before she could form a reply, Nadia stepped closer and stroked her cheek with light fingertips. “I see. Don’t fret; I will leave you be. Just know that if there is something I can do for you, do not hesitate to ask. I value you and your presence here, and I wish for you to feel comfortable.”

All Gianna could do faced with that was throw her arms around Nadia, grabbing fistfuls of her dress, and bury her face in Nadia’s shoulder. After a moment of stiff surprise, Nadia pressed a hand to Gianna’s back and stroked her hair with the other.