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&. 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ❛ thanks to you, i know what it means to love again. ❜ / edie to bernie / @forfodlan
bernadetta had been sure her entire life that she would never find someone who would put up with the fear and panic that plagued her life . that she would be too much for people . but then edelgard showed her that wasn’t true . bernadetta giggled , glancing down at her feet . “ i really should be thanking you . ”
"There is no one else I would rather have with me than you." for Bernadetta! / @aethele “I need you” Sentence Starters
bernadetta gathered his hand into hers , pressing a kiss to his palm . he calmed her . yet the fear still gnawed at her insistently . this was a time for celebration , but bernadetta couldn’t help but be anxious .
“ i know my father is in house arrest ... ” she trailed off , teeth worrying at her lip almost to a point of breaking skin . “ but what if he finds a way ? to come and see me ? us ? at our wedding ... ” it was the one thing preventing her from fully enjoying this .
❛Is it hot in here? Or is it just you?❜ The answer is Yes because it's Enbarr, Felix is slightly drunk, and he loves his wife. ((@winter-sword))
a pink blush forms on bernadetta’s cheeks and she buries her face against his shoulder as she giggles . “ felix , i think it’s you , ” she hiccuped , poking his nose . perhaps she was drunk as well .
/ @winter-sword
“close your eyes — i don’t want you to see it until it’s ready.” there is a pink flush to the emperor’s cheeks, self-conscious as she is in this; no matter how long she works, she can never truly be satisfied with this. yet … yet she knows this will mean far more to bernadetta than anything she could buy for her.
the strokes of the painting look clumsy, nowhere near as deft as bernadetta’s, but the image is clear enough — a portrait of bernadetta herself, in profile, surrounded by her favorite plants.
edelgard has one of the palace staff move it into view, then gestures for them to leave them. “okay… you may open your eyes now, but… please, don’t judge it too harshly.”
bernadetta obeyed , keeping her eyes closed and trusting that edelgard wouldn’t let her fall into anything or trip . her hand found its way onto edelgard’s arm , keeping steady and close . no , this is definitely not an excuse to touch edelgard , shut up .
when she opens her eyes , she feels her heart skip a couple beats . because no one had ever taken the time to do something like this before , and she was floored .
arms flung around edelgard , and bernadetta made an excited cooing noise . “ thank you , ” she breathed out . “ thank you , i love it . ”
/ @patroklides
the box is neatly wrapped in shiny, dark violet paper, tied up neatly with a black bow, and placed delicately on her writing desk. inside, an assortment of craft long and embroidery supplies — fabric, pins, needles, needs, and nearly anything else she could dream of — and, on the outside, a small card, reading only:
Happy birthday.
- HvV
bernadetta had not expected much from anyone else . she didn’t want to burden anyone or cause them to spend too much time and energy on her .
so when she came into her room and saw the gift , she felt tears well up . her friends really cared about her - and she had to get better about remembering that .
she will have to find hubert and give him her thanks .
/ @patroklides
“you do not require my permission to visit the imperial gardens, you know. they are nearly as much yours as they are mine at this point.” dressed down in jodhpurs and shirtsleeves, hair pulled back in a simple braid, her face — almost — obscured by the wide brim of a hat, she might almost be mistaken for someone else, were her bearing not so unmistakably regal… and her appearance not so striking. back pin-straight, posture tight, arms crossed, she is still ever the emperor; yet without the weight of the regalia, there is something lighter in her stance still.
“and apart from that…” gently, with gloved hands — dark gloves, meant for gardening, rather than her usual white ones — she cuts a red rose from the rose trellis, carefully pruning away the thorns, before extending it to other woman, a wry smile upon her lips. “…hubert’s staff are the only ones who will tend your plants. it seems the garden staff find them frightening.”
war had been long and draining for all parties involved . it had felt hopeless , for a very long time . until finally , it was over . they were free of the shackles of violence and death . bernadetta was free to write , to draw , to plant and just live a peaceful life . away from her father . away from those who would hurt her .
safe .
while being in edelgard’s presence did not startle her anymore , she did not expect her to be there as she lingered by the garden’s gate . bernadetta made a little eep and glanced sheepishly at her and took the trimmed rose .
“ th - they’re only frightening to those who are not willing to learn about them , ” bernadetta mumbled , scuffing her feet . “ they are really quite sweet , they’re just looking to survive just as any other plant . ”
/ @patroklides
❛ if you ever get scared, you can hold my hand. ❜ // 4 bernie!!
“ i’m not scared , ” bernadetta mumbled . how silly it would be for her to be scared at this point . they had survived faking a marriage to their family . they had survived war . all the social requirements for a post war society . what could be scarier than that ?
still , bernadetta’s hand leapt to andi’s when a loud noise startled her . / @darkflyers
