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@pctranka
i think my main problem is, i really like playing petranka but i just don’t have the time for two characters while managing main right now....sighs. i will try and keep my activity on both :c also i forgot how to plot with other ppl lmao put me in the garbage can where i belong *hugs my kermit doll*
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hrhkatagnes;
Kat couldn’t help but grin, understanding that this was Petra’s version of a joke. Sure, there was a smile on the pale blonde’s face, but Kasia knew her well enough to understand that there was a truth in her words as well. Petranka possessed a ruthlessness Katarzyna could appreciate. It was a trait so lost to the princesses at Bern, all giggles and gossip and intrigue. Kasia found it hard to connect to them, but Petra, Petra was someone Kat could connect with. Offering her friend her arm, Kat began to walk, holding her head higher though weighed down by the weight of her crown. “Perhaps I should rid them of their unnecessary appendages. Clearly they go unused.” She inclined her head towards her friend with a happy grin, “And how have you been, Petra? I feel as if I have seldom seen you since arriving to Bern.”
her grin grew at katarzyna’s words. there were FEW people who understood her –– - how she joked, how she talked, how she thought. but katarzyna moved in the same rhythm as her and while petranka was not foolish enough to let herself be utterly and completely defenseless by letting the ice walls that surrounded her heart melt for her completely, she did genuinely enjoyed the other’s company. “clearly.” there was a haughtiness in her frosty tone and the way she raised her eyebrow into a perfect arch. the austrian princess led her friend ( it sounded weird for petranka to call her a friend. she’s never had one save for klaus. but then again, according to literary meaning, she is a friend. she pursed her lips with a frown. such weird thing, this thing called friendship. ) towards the blue salon, where pictures upon pictures filled the walls, and sat on one of the chairs. “i’ve got lots of things on my plate. shutting down stupid people chattering about nonsensical things. as do you, i suppose?” but she knew DUTIES like these were not one of the thing katarzyna was privileged to do, unlike her who had been groomed for it.
“well by the love of god––” she started –– fake surprise, mock laughter. “you look different when you’re not covered in blood. i can actually tell where you begin and where you end.” her lace fan closed with a sharp, crisp snap as she brought it over to her lips to cover the sinister smile of a devil who had the face of an angel. “although i’m not too sure that you look any better one way or another.” she was always said to be spiteful, a MONSTER, they called her, little did they know that a damned flower princess wouldn’t be able to survive in the woods. and she never did mind that. petranka took a seat across the crown prince. “i would extend my best wishes to you and say that i’m praying for your speedy recovery but i would be lying.” blue eyes sweeping across the other’s features. “you look a little pale,” she said, but her cruel smile did not speak of any kinds of concern. ❪ @crownbind ❫
welcome to all new members!! i’m admin d and perhaps i’ve welcomed you from my mateus account but still!! welcome and so so happy to have y’all here!! to all the new princes and princesses of russia, say hello to your murderous cousin, petranka!
instead of blood, it was ice that flowed in her blood and snow that frosted her B L U E eyes. it was eternal winter when one looked into her and she was like a SNOWFLAKE, beautiful to look but cold to the touch. the same cornflower blues shifted their gaze from the lines of words in her book and she casted them upon her visitor. and when she smiled, there was no hint of summer coming to her features. “and why are you hovering over me? are you looking for me or did you just lose your way –– in which case i must say it’s a pretty pathetic display of you.” petranka words are sharper than icicles that could drop down and bleed you to death. whether she said the words in jest or in jibe, well one could only decide for themselves. ❪ @regivms ❫
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victorvonkleist:
“I’m sure they’ve stacked up nicely since then,” he said, catching on to the mocking tone in her voice, a small smile almost making its way to his lips. If anyone could understand his twisted sense of humour, it would be the princess. “But for the record, women are fickle, or at least those who are weak in their foundations are, so you can decide what you want to call yourself.” To those who weren’t familiar with the dynamics of their friendship, it may have sounded like Victor was intent on insulting the princess, but on the contrary, he knew and approved of her strong resolution, the only aspect of it he ever disapproved of was her blind insistence on Klaus. “Yes. Whatever you’re doing is not working the way you want it to. Hence, Pirschjäger. We’ve been over this before.” Had she hoped merely to control the Ministerialis, she might have been on the right track, but Victor knew she wanted more than that, something he considered a weakness to the otherwise impressive princess. To her following statement he nodded, as he had found himself thinking the same thing. “They unite under the illusion of a peace that makes them feel more secure in their pathetic states. Let them play. Those who know better know that these negotiations are still a form of war.”
“i didn’t know gold plated skulls would make such a beautiful room decor,” she caught up on the joke. but with petra, one could never knew if she’s really joking or not –– even if the topic was something as dreadful as the lives of actual people. she let out a chuckle at victor’s words, something extremely rare for her to do. she did not laugh, or chuckle, or GOD FORBID giggle. but sometimes it escaped her. when a pleasant company’s present of course. “they stopped calling me a woman these days. haven’t you heard? i’m a witch now.” she was of course aware of the wretched nickname people called her behind her back. but she did not think of it as anything bad. if any –– she took pride in the fear she instilled on them. she did not live to be loved by people, it was a privilege she had never had and had thrown away a long time ago. “i do not mind these people playing house with each other but it would be nice to be left out of it. i was never fond playing house even when i was a kid.” a roll of those beautiful blue eyes no one took the time to appreciate. “i think, victor, you only say that because you do not know what love is. he’s the only one who knows who i am and accepted me.” and that’s a lot more than what her own parents had ever done for her.
robfitzgerald:
Reading; It was something he did to pass time, but as he was about to stand up and leave, the sudden outburst of a female’s voice had him turned around instantly. Not one to be perfect of the language, Robert still understood the words that elicited from her mouth, and the dire need behind her tone clearly implied that she was desperate in that moment. As he fully approached her– to help, and to be clearly seen, he noticed how she quieted down before asking of the physician that had been here hours earlier.
“He was called back home. Family emergency, but i’m Robert and I can help.” he offered in explanation. Extending his hand for the vial, to see the substance that had once been in the vial, that is if she allowed it. “I promise, I won’t hurt you, I can help you.” again, he was only trying to reassure her because of how hostile she seemed to him in that moment. The desperation had clearly been replaced by the hostility upon seeing his face and he hoped she would give him a chance or how was he supposed to help her?
he promised he could help her. she couldn’t help but scoff at his words. but the lump in her throat said otherwise. she had never spoken to anyone about this. not her parents –– oh by the grace of the lord, not her parents of all people. they who had shunned her for being weak and sickly, and counted for the days to her death as a child. not her advisors who were so obviously AGAINST her –– plotting her demise? not that far fetched. there’s no one she could trust in this world. and it’s a wonder she never felt lonely. perhaps it’s because her heart had frozen over time. but her body had not. her BODY was a constant reminder that she’s human and not the w i t c h everyone made her out to be. her fingers gripped the vial even tighter and she hadn’t realized she was biting on her bottom lips before she replied to the young man, “can you really? how do i know if you’re not planing to poison me instead? it’s not unusual.” a cruel smile on her pink lips. a smile more to herself than to him.
hrhkatagnes:
“Petra.” Kasia breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the face of her friend before her rather than of a foreign noble she didn’t know. Obediently bending her head so the other could place the crown back atop her golden curls, Kat snorted in frustration. “Men. They don’t listen to me, Petra. Any time I open my mouth in talks, they look at me as if I had two heads,” Kasia resumed her full height, clasping her hands in front of her, “And then they speak about to whom they will align themselves with through marriage with me as if I am not in the room.”
katarzyna had always been one of the few people petranka could tolerate. she was strong, like STELL. like her. and she appreciated that quality in people. those who couldn’t break. those who wouldn’t bend. those who’s heart was as hard as the bones that protected it. katarzyna was all that and perhaps more. but there was softness in her, something petranka could only wished to have. what was it called again, this softness? ah. yes. HUMANITY. “if they cannot listen, my dear,” she began, and as always, her voice and her intent was opposite of one another –– sweet voice, sick intent. “then perhaps they should be RID of the ears they so apparently have no use for? surely?” a smile broke on her face as if she just made a joke. and perhaps to her it was –– but there’s always a seriousness in her words. it’s not all jokes and games.
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russianregina:
Before releasing her niece from the embrace, Tatyana pressed her lips against her temple for a few seconds. Even though she noticed Petranka becoming stiff as a board in her arms, it didn’t stop her from giving her the affection she knew Svetlana starved her from. She’d never understand how her sister could do this; of course Tatyana hadn’t lost a child, she couldn’t truly understand how her sister felt, but to ignore the one child that lived? That she could not condone, and ever since she made sure to give more affection to Petranka each time they met. She smiled at her once she finally pulled back. “ They are idle to make us meet and decide the terms of this peace. We are here to work, not just make merry and put on a display of power. “ She could go on complaining about the war, and the peace talks, but her niece was quicker with an offer of her own. “ I would love to join you, dearest. ” Her grasp on Petranka’s hand is firm before they turn to walk to the gardens. “ Tell us, how have you been since we last saw you? “
when the russian tsarina’s lips pressed against her skin, she instinctively shut her eyes close. she still wasn’t used to this. she didn’t think she’d be able to get used to this. it all felt too strange –– and then she wondered if all of the tsarina’s children experienced this everyday. what would it FEEL like growing up like that? petranka supposed that was something she could never get the answer to. “quite. but i guess a country that did not go to war could not possibly have understood this,” for if they could then perhaps things could have gone differently for her konrad. the walk to the gardens was quiet and she anticipated for the chill. it was not as bad as the winter frost, and she had gotten used to it. “i’ve been well. my advisors are pressing for me to marry. they say an UNWED princess would imbue a sense of insecurity in the heart of the people. they want me married to a king. i would NOT have it.”
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klauskzglr:
he halted in front of the window, arms crossed together and his lips pursed into a frown as he listened to petra worry. though, what can her worrying ever do to change his troubles in sleep? this was not the first time nightmares haunted him, and definitely not the last. he feared for that. of closing his eyes hoping for sleep only to receive a fright. screams of his men echoing in his ears, begging for mercy, begging to be helped – their cries silenced with their own blood. choking. SUFFERING – all before him as he stood still, useless and in fear.
with a trembling sigh, he brought his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. his head ached from the lack of sleep, everything around him swirling as his body begged for rest but how can he dare lay down again when he knew well what awaits him? “ it’s NOTHING liesel. i am alright, there is no need for you to worry, schatz. ”
lies. lies. lies. MORE LIES. she bit her bottom lip, the skin threatening to break under her pearly whites. but she did not come near to him. since when had klaus been getting into the habit of lying to her? in all actuality, he never did tell you the truth. but poor poor petranka lived through a damned rose colored glass her heart ACHED abd she stayed rooted where she was for a moment before clenching her fists and closing the distance between them. her fingers spread out, she reached out for him. hand placed upon his shoulder. it seemed a bit broader now than she remembered and yet it felt so frail ,like he’s about to crumble at any given second. and she wondered if he’s let her support him just as he had her. “if you say so.” it’s funny how she had always dreamt of their wedding day. she had read that it’s a UNION where two entities would become one. it’s funny how she felt that the distance between them grew for the first time in her life after that day in the market town instead. it’s f u n n y , isn’t it, petranka? she shook her head, thought she could hear minette in her head. impossible. she killed her with her own hands. and those very same hands wrapped themselves around the swiss ministerialis, pulling him into a hug. “but the truth will set you free, or so the holy bible says.”
ceciliaerik:
Cecilia held her head high as she walked through the corridors of the Swiss castle. Having just arrived, the place seemed like a maze to her. Still, she knew she could show no weakness. She knew that the other royals would jump at the chance to tear her down because of her inexperience and her youth. It was nerve-wracking for the young queen, but she knew what had to be done. If she wanted to help end this war, she needed to show no fear.
Still, that didn’t help the fact that she was completely and utterly lost. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to ditch her advisers…
“Excuse me,” she called to someone who was just ahead of her in the hallway. “I was wondering if you could help me.”
every little movement that she made was with purpose -- not a single one was made to waste. every little flick of her wrist, turn of her head; they commanded respect and instilled fear deep in the hearts of men. and the blues of her eyes struck them with a chill no one could ever think to exist before they met her. they called her the ice queen. like those WITCHES in fairy tales and once upon a blue moon, before she closed her eyes at night, she wondered if she really is such a heinous creature. she’s a WITCH and so she hated pure hearted girls like this one in front of her. they’re colored the same by GOD and yet she was sure the young queen’s heart is a much more vibrant color compared to her. ‘and such innocence is weak’, she told herself as she looked down on the person in front of her from the stairs she’s descending from.
“why?” her voice was like a hummingbird’s but she pecked like a woodpecker. “did you get yourself lost?” and her tone was decisively not a pleasant one –– but had it ever been anything but unpleasant?
russianregina:
Tatyana watched as the ladies before her scurried after what she was righfully assuming to be another royal. The gait, the colour and fabric of the gown, the hairstyle it all was pointing out at one person she knew. She walked past the ladies in waiting until she stood beside the younger woman, one she identified easily. “ Peace talks without a purpose are boring. It appears we must wait until all players have joined us. “ She turned, placing a hand on Petra’s shoulder briefly before pulling her into an embrace. “ We have missed you, my sweet niece. “
it had been far too long since they last met. and petranka knew what was coming, she knew the hugs, the kisses, the AFFECTION her aunt liked to shower her in. something that for her came naturally and yet for petranka it’s something that made her froze in tatyana’s arms, the warmth needed to take a while to seep through the ice of her skin. she didn’t realize she had been holding her breathe until she was released from the embrace. it wasn’t as if she disliked it; affection, moreover physical ones, was never something the young princess was used to. “aunt tatyana,” she greeted the other with a smile so sweet – like a child’s. “you have been missed as well.” if not by her mother, always drowning in her grief and love for henriette, then at least by petranka. “i don’t care much for this peace they’re trying to push on us. but if they’re insisting on it, then the least they could do it make haste of it and stop wasting our time.” frost in her eyes quickly melted as she put her hand on the russian tsarina’s. “come, i was on my way out to the gardens and have some tea prepared there. komme mit mir?”
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dutybounds:
Vice-like. That was how his guilt from upsetting his favorite person clung to his mind. Oliver felt that he needed a distraction from his screaming thoughts, lest he was going to lose his wits in no time. It is from this internal battle that he turned to his companion and asked, “Pray tell, when was the last time you did something remotely amusing?” As he spoke, his green eyes were pleading, but from the corners of his lips, stemmed his usual roguish smile.
“and why do you feel as if i owe it to tell it to you?” her words were GLACIALS and her cornflower blue eyes even worse than one. she halted her feet and her ladies in waiting –– oh they were ever so cold as eyes, all dressed in white and with eyes like snowflakes –– stopped behind her in unison, as if even their march is orchestrated. and the conductor was, of course, petra. “the last amusing thing i did would perhaps be a battlefields story. not really suitable for a conversation in such a time, don’t you think?” there was something crazy in her smile, there was something crazy in her. and it repelled some and intoxicated some.
victorvonkleist:
“You could, except you never find me boring.” He watched her take her seat, taking a moment to appreciate the way the woman held herself. Anyone would think her slim frame fragile, yet she maintained a manner that communicated power, one that made people think twice before they even decided to cross her. It was one of the things that impressed Victor about the princess when they had met, and it was that presence as well as her skill set that earned the respect of the prince. But that nickname, he did not approve of. “Lose the pet name, Pirschjäger,” he told her, retorting with one of his own. “But I agree with that solution. The only way they can do any good. Offer their tongues up as a peace sacrifice. How’s that for a peace negotiation.”
“don’t get too confident. women are fickle, or so my the old men who called themselves my advisors said behind my back.” there is cruel mockery in her voice, the use of past tense clear for a reason. and those baby blues befitting for an angel’s eyes glinted dangerously as she sipped her tea. victor has been one of the few people who never got scared of her, who looked at her with eyes that respected and appreciated rather than FEAR. and she in return, appreciated the fine taste and courage that he had. perhaps not all men were spineless. her lips curled into a smile and if she had been a laughing person, she would have. but she was not –– and she never will be, at least not in front of anyone but KLAUS. “pirschjäger? really?” call it love blinded all, but she innocently and naively believed that nothing she did was wrong when it came to klaus –– to hell, she did not even see what she’s doing. “peace is for the weak, those who can’t stand to fight and fear losing their lands and their people. i am quite sure that only for that sole reason did they come up with this. wir wissen beide, das ist zu allgemeiner und unzulässiger blödsinn. ”
