#petricle

[ereuthophobic]

petricle

Whoa pretty lady alert. Where she could've come from, Chelsy doesn't know, but she's interesting.

She just waves.

[findingmyownhonor]

You'll Be Alright Now; [Closed for petricle]

It was the quiet morning patrols that Historia lived for. The Sun barely peeking over the edge of the world and the dew still lingering on the ground, undisturbed by the soldier's morning routines. Taking a deep breath of the crisp air, the blonde laced her hands behind her back while she walked, looking from place to place to see if anything was out of the ordinary.

Besides her, and maybe Petra, no one was enough of a morning person to be up to anything this early.

Pausing at the top of the clearing overlooking the forest, Historia stretched her arms over her head. All in all, she was sure it was going to be a great day. 

Tapping the side of her head with her hand to clear the full feeling in her ear from stretching, the petite blonde was suddenly aware of a very quiet noise, akin to a cry. Had one of the new recruits slipped out to breath down? It wasn't uncommon, even Historia had a few times when first arriving.

Following the sound, she noticed that it was less defined than that of a soldier, almost... infant like. Picking up her pace at the realization, Historia rounded a corner to the front of the soldier's castle to find a basket. Oh, no. She thought, turning into a full on sprint to get to the basket.

Kneeling down, she lifted the edge of the thin blanket revealing the reddened face of an infant, barely a few weeks old. "Oh, you poor thing." She breathed out, searching for any note. Normally the Garrison was in charge of orphaned children, but so far from the walls, she couldn't help but question where it had come from.

A loud wail quickly broke her train of thought. "Right. Sorry," she apologized, lifting the infant out of the basket with the blanket wrapped tightly around it. Wincing, she realized that she didn't like calling a baby an 'it.'

Curiosity piqued in the blonde as she unwrapped the baby enough to see the gender and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you're a boy."

Still crying, Historia did the first thing that came to her mind and wrapped him back up, giving the infant her finger to suckle on while she figured out who to go to. Who would be awake?

Knowing who would be the best person, Historia quickly made her way into the castle and to the room of Petra, knocking on it lightly. "Petra... It's Historia. I have a wee problem." She announced, adjusting the infant in her arms. Her finger wouldn't work for long, but she hoped it would last long enough to not wake anyone else in the castle.

[allegiantrationale]

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Send me a ♕ and I'll try to impersonate your character

    Undoes her hair, bats her lashes twice. “May I bring you some tea captain?” brushes a lock of hair behind her ear, keeping up sweet façade. Voice rises in pitch, saccharine. “Ah also, Auruo, shut the fuck up,” it’s still said in that nauseatingly pleasant tone. 

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Send me a '†' and my muse will sing your's to sleep as your muse passes away

       -- She looked peaceful.

            As if the bite didn't hurt. How was he the only one witnessing her well hidden pain? Tears clear in her eyes, it brought tears into Jean's own, holding her close to try and ease the pain. Though he knew they were nothing but futile attempts. He panicked once he heard her whimper. A sign of weakness, a sign that she could no longer hold up the walls she once called strength, to prove that she was as good as anyone else. Remembering his mother's words, a song always soothes the nerves. It's exactly what Jean did, trembling lips and dead eyes singing a song he found special in his heart.

                           "And I'll cross oceans, like never before

                                          So you can feel the way I feel it too

                            And I'll mirror images back at you

                                                 So you can see the way I feel it too"

[allegiantrationale]

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Send me a '†' and my muse will sing your's to sleep as your muse passes away

    Matted strands are pushed off pallid face. Her expression is sorrowful. Zoe feels pity. The girls are alone. Youth knows she won’t make it. “Squadleader,” she says, voice weak, fast fading.

    “I head from Captain that you’re surprisingly decent at singing. Could you. For me?” Zoe’s never been a fullfiller of dying wishes. There’s a first for everything.

“I believe in you and me I'm coming to find you If it takes me all night Wrong until you make it right And I won't forget you At least I'll try And run, and run tonight Everything will be alright Everything will be alright Everything will be alright Everything will be alright”

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♣ ❤ ☠ ✘ ✉

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

[ Petra ] : ok but how do we know if we’re real

[ Petra ] : SHIT this was meant for levi go back to bed my ginger angel

Send ✘ for an unsent text

[ Petra ] : you know

[ Petra ] : i really admire you

[ Petra ] : you’re stronger than i ever was.

Send ☠ for a threatening message

[ Petra ] : where are my goggles petra

[ Petra ] : i will stick your hand in warm water while you sleep

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

[ Petra ] : i am in your room on your bed and wearing glasses

[ Petra ] : only glasses

Send ♣ for a drunk message

[ Petra ]: petpra…

[ Petra ]: pls come pci kme up I cant dirve like thsi