#petra support

[minorindech]

Kiss!

“P-Petra!”

Bernie didn’t know how she’d gotten talked into joining this trend of booths. So much had happened all at once...Everyone had been talking, and words had flown over Bernadetta’s head so fast, she didn’t know what a hot girl summer was, what did that mean and why did everyone have to kiss because it was hot?

Bernie had practically been a vibrating ball of nerves behind the booth that she’d been shoved into, anxiety growing as she thought about what she was supposed to do and wondering who would end up wandering to her booth and oh no what if someone scary showed up Bernie would die she wasn’t ready to die she-

“U-um...” Bernie swallowed the nerves and forced herself to calm down. Petra. She knew Petra. She even liked Petra! Petra wasn’t scary. Well, she could be, but she was nice to Bernie! S-so...Bernie could do this, right? Right.

“I don’t...you know what the booth is for, right?” She hoped she did. Bernie was pretty sure if she had to explain it, she would die from all the blood going to her face. She already felt pretty red as it was.

Bernie braced her hands on the table. She still kind of felt like she was vibrating as she stood up, but holding something solid helped. A chance to ground her. Her legs itched to run, but she managed to stay.

“So...um...oh geez, Bernie, you can do this!” She did her best to not focus too hard on how much her hand shook as she placed it on Petra’s shoulder. A deep breath, eyes squeezed shut, and Bernie leaned forward.

She was so glad she was a competent archer with good aim.

It wasn’t a long kiss. Bernie’s already stressed heart would give out if she dragged it out too long. But it was sweet and simple and Bernie pulled back with a shrill squeal, covering her overheated face with her hands. “I-I’m sorry, it wasn’t awful, was it? I-I’m not very good at things like...I can do it again if it was bad!”

[nappingscholar]

[ Dip ] - The sender boldly and dramatically dips the receiver down. Don’t drop them!

Ethereal Ball asks

“WOAH!” Linhardt yelped in surprise as Petra dipped him down in the middle of their dance. The dance was a simple court dance common to Adrestrian parties, one that Linhardt knew like the back of his hand. The improvisation caught him off guard though that would be normal for Petra.

As she brought him back up a sudden stroke of confidence washed over Linhardt. “Two can play it that way,” he smirked before dipping her down like he had been just moments before.

[minorindech]

[ Bunny ears ] - The sender sneakily puts up two fingers behind the receiver’s head, making them look like they have bunny ears.

"Bernadetta, let us take a pho.. a foe-toe." That was what others preceding them called it anyway. They were already next in line and Petra had an idea of how to pose judging off discarded copies.

When they are settled in front of the device, Petra holds up her two fingers behind her classmate's head while being as nonchalant as she could. Hopefully, she wouldn't mind.

"O-oh! Petra! You want...with me? Really?" Not that Petra couldn't ask for that! Petra was a princess, right? Bernie should be totally honored that Petra would even want a picture with her and she definitely was! She was just...surprised! Did her classmates really want to remember annoying, weirdo Bernie? "U-um...sure, okay. Do you want to, uh...do something?"

Bernie wasn't good at this, a fact that was abruptly clear the second they settled into place in front of the projectionist and Bernadetta's mind blanked. She had done portraits before. Horrible things that took a long time and that Bernie had to stand still for a long, long time for and make sure to absolutely not make any expressions or movements or else her father would bark at her angrily from out of frame for wasting time and money...Bernie much preferred being on the other end of the exchange, and being the one doing the portrait.

I could make a lovely portrait of Petra. She thinks, glancing up at her classmate as she settles in as easy as breathing. Petra would look lovely, soft tones and colours that Bernadetta wasn't as familiar with working with in portraits...she wondered what-

There was a flash and Bernie jumped. Oh no...oh no, she totally zoned out and missed her chance completely! She bet she looked horrible, just staring off into space. When Petra holds the photo out for Bernie to look at, she almost wants to turn her gaze away. Almost. Something peeking out from behind Bernie's head catches her attention, and instead she leans in closer to squint at it.

"Huh? Bunny..?"

Two fingers stick out from behind Bernadetta's head, replicating the look of bunny ears. It's...kinda cute. Bernie even giggles a little bit until she remembers who she was taking the photo with. Her face goes pale.

"Oh no...is this your clue that you're gunna start hunting me like a bunny? I'm not ready to run!"

[minorindech]

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 also usually… not alive. Today however during her hunts, she spotted a rather plump gray rabbit with floppy ears and something came over her.

Back at the monastery, Petra awaits patiently for the Black Eagles student to emerge so she may drop off her gift. The purple hair was not difficult to spot in, even in the clusters of students.

"Bernadetta, I am glad to be spotting you." Normally, she would wave her over, but with the addition of a furry friend resting in her arms, she hobbles over to the student instead. The rabbit's nose twitches as if to greet her fellow classmate. "I had seen this rabbit while hunting and I had thoughts of you. So, instead of hunting it, I had successfulness in capturing it for you. A new friend for you."

It was a good day. One where Bernadetta had managed to make her way out of her room and into the classroom. She still hovered nervously at the back of the classroom, ready to dart out the door and back to her room at the first sign of something going wrong, but she managed to stay the entire lesson! Exiting the classroom, Bernie was immensely proud of herself. She could do it, she could do this school thing!

She heard the sound of her name and jumped with a yelp, quickly pressing her back against the wall next to the classroom door. Okay. Maybe not.

"P-Petra?" Oh, she had wondered where her classmate was. Bernie made to ask if everything was okay, but stopped as she spotted the large bundle in Petra's arms. "Is...is that a rabbit?"

It's cute. It's really cute! The rabbit extends its head to try and sniff Bernadetta. The noble giggles nervously and extends a slow, shaky hand towards it. "It's cute...huh?"

Reminded Petra? Of Bernie? Bernie's cheeks turned bright red and she squeaked. "I-I-I...thank you? I mean, not that I'm not grateful it's, um, it's really nice of you to do that! But..." Did Garreg Mach even allow pets that weren't mounts? Bernie had no idea...but looking at this cute little bunny with its big eyes, Bernie couldn't just send him away...

"Is...do you think he's hungry?" She asks. She holds her hand out to it and lets out a little giggle as it sniffs her fingers. "If you just caught him, he's probably stressed..."

[verseandrhyme]

a kiss where they’re both covered in blood

kiss me to forget - not accepting

Mitama had lost count somewhere about halfway through the battle. She was not sure if that was a good thing or not.

The sword she had taken from a fallen enemy fell into the mud with an audible noise as it slipped from her fingers. She still did not understand how Fodlan mages did it. How they threw themselves into battle with no concern, without a staff or something to anticipate oncoming blows...an enemy had come barreling down at her with axe raised high and Mitama had panicked. Grabbing onto the first weapon in reach, she had lashed out first before the enemy could land their strike.

Blood covered much of her front. Her hands were sticky with it. It was not unusual for her, but she was usually coated from attempting to stop the blood flow, not from wrenching flesh apart.

"Mitama!"

She turns to meet the call without much response. Everything feels as though it is muffled, distant. The adrenaline from battle is long gone now, dripped out of her like rain water. She wants to sleep.

"Petra." Mitama replies calmly. The swordswoman wears her own coating of blood. Mitama's quick examination as the woman approaches deems none of it to be hers. Relief, all consuming hits at once.

Before Petra can speak, Mitama reaches out to her. Quickly, without a thought of the consequences, she pulls her close and kisses her. Just a moment. A fleeting indulgence. A reminder that there is more than just war and fighting.

Just as quickly, sense comes rushing back. Mitama steps away with a sheepish smile. Her laugh is pitiful and exhaustion. "My apologies. I got ahead of myself. Forgive me, please..."

[verseandrhyme]

the coming of the end

Despite their best efforts, the attacks persist. They worsen, if anything. By the next day they outbreaks have increased and more and more frantically the faculty attempts to abate the incoming flow of attacked students. What they have learned helps matters a little. Things can be delayed, students hopefully saved. Things seem to be swinging into a moment of rest to recoup before it all gets worse again.

The monsters no longer seem to want to wait in the shadows. Screams break across the school as students flee and attempt to survive beasts that sound much the same to what had bitten Mitama in the baths. It may or may not be Agarthan, they still do not know, but they quickly form teams and rush out to the halls. They have a goal now, at least. Something to stop.

The screams echo faintly (her own caretakers had been quiet when her deeprealm had been attacked. Muffled panicked wailing that they had tried to stifle as the Faceless had continues to attempt to break into their house. Her father had faced them smiling and laughing. It had been inspiring when she was young. It was infuriating to think of now.) as students continued to race away from the scene.

Eldigan and Petra...she does not know either well beyond their short introductions. It did provide some concern. The beasts had proven to have a hunger for magic, and Mitama had been given no impression that either of them had any talent at the art. Most likely, that meant anything they encountered would focus her...She truly did not want to get bitten again...

Another shout breaks her line of thought. She can worry more upon that later. The fates, if they were feeling benevolent, would surely grant her a sweeter death than that of being a creature’s meal.

“There must be something nearby!” She called out to the other two, turning back from her lead to assure their pursuit. “Do not dawdle now! The sooner dealt with, the better!”

@petrykos ; @felemfidelem​

[thesensualtruth]

☼ (Petra for Doro)

Send in ☼ for my muse’s reaction to yours sliding their hand up mine’s thigh

“Mmm, you’re feeling a bit handsy, aren’t you, love.” Dorothea grinned at her wife, her legs shifting apart giving Petra easy access to the soft skin. The songstress propped herself up on her elbow, laying on her side, she leaned in and pulled her lover into a warm kiss.

[minorindech]

💃 "Bernadetta! You are venturing from your room!" Seeing her fellow eagle in the ballroom brings a smile to Petra's face, regardless of how close Bernie chose to stay to the walls. "You are near becoming a great hunter, I have certainty." Though her progress to becoming a bold and outgoing huntress was clear, Petra can't let her friend waste the night away by the tables. "I can be dancing with you, if you are wanting it."

Bernie jumped at the sudden voice. Petra was good at that. Being sudden. In a way that Bernie never would be no matter how hard Petra tried to train her. And that was okay! Except it didn’t really help Bernie’s heart calm down.

She managed to turn instead of running away though, and smiled shakily at Petra as her classmate beamed down at her. “H-hello Petra! I um...I wanted to see the treats they had. And then I kinda got stuck here.” Getting stamps she didn’t even really want and dances she wasn’t-

“Oh! Um, really? I-I’m not very good at dancing. I’m sure you’d have much more fun if you asked somebody else! There’s probably a bunch of people who want to dance with you.”