#cheripas

#TalesFemslashWeek2021 day 5: a light drizzle | cheria / pascal 

 forgive me for YET ANOTHER SKETCH lmao but cheripas are enjoying the drizzle and i hope you enjoy them too! <3

Fandom: Tales of Graces

Relationship: Cheria Barnes/Pascal

Word count: 1815 

Summary: Cheria Barnes was not gay. And even if, she definitely wouldn’t be gay for this. This being a person with a stupid, punkish-like haircut and with a shit-eating grin plastered all over their face.

This is the project I’ve been working on for the last few months for the Tales Of Big Bang! I’m posting a little early since I won’t have access to my laptop on the actual posting date. Enjoy! /throws femslash everywhere

Title: Ataraxia

Pairing: Cheria/Pascal

Wordcount: 12,849

Summary: Cheria’s always performed to precision the roles she’s been given: dutiful daughter, caring friend, and soon, loving wife. Yet, with the wedding just around the corner, Cheria feels a restlessness she can't shake off. She takes a holiday to the beach resort with Sophie and Pascal. Pascal teaches her to swim. She drinks one too many banana daiquiris. She wonders why she can’t get Pascal off her mind.

prompt #3 “You can’t ask me to do that” with Cheria/Pascal for @fodra

(or it was supposed to be. except it ended up becoming Cheria babysits Pascal & Sophie on holiday real fast)

This was not how this holiday was supposed to be going. The idea had sounded so fun when she'd cooked it up back in Lhant. Just her, Sophie, and Pascal! A girls' holiday! Cheria planned their itinerary to the letter: a brief stop to see the sights in Sable Izolle, shopping in Yu Liberte, topped off with a splash in the relaxing Strahtan resort. Just an ordinary, relaxing holiday.

Except that she'd forgotten one thing: that she was on holiday with Sophie and Pascal.

After all that trouble she'd gone to in Sable Izolle to get clearance to visit some of the ancient Amarcian ruins, because she thought it would enjoyable for Pascal. And what does she do? She decides this “ancient springy thingy” would work better if she gave it a “bit of the ol' smackeroo” with her hammer.

As it turned out, the ancient springy thingy didn't appreciate any bit of the ol' smackeroo, because it broke, and then they all got kicked out of Sable Izolle.

This wasn't even going to into the trouble in Yu Liberte during the visit to “the World's Biggest Crablette.” Though, to be fair, Cheria probably should have seen that one coming.

As it turned out, the three girls ended up getting to spend a lot longer at the resort than they'd intended.

Cheria sat by the poolside, under the shade of a mock tiki-hut, sipping at her juice in practised calm, until the juice ran dry and her straw made an angry slurping sound against the bottom of her glass.

Even now, Pascal and Sophie still refused to behave like normal people. They were both running around in the kiddie pool, Pascal chasing Sophie round and round the hippopotamus slide. Sophie she could excuse, but Pascal...

“Hey, did you want another drink? It's happy hour for cocktails right now. Two for one. And you kinda look like you could use one.”

Cheria looked up to the bartender she'd been blanking out while she angrily sipped juice, biting down her frustration in a practised swallow. She pulled on a smile, and replied, “Thank you, but I don't dri--”

“C'mo~n Sophie, just one tiny, teency touch~!”

Oh, whatever, thought Cheria. “On second thought. Hit me with two of those pina coladas. With a slice of lemon. And one of those little umbrellas,” she said. If everyone else was going to behave so weird, then she'd do whatever she wanted, too.

When Sophie and Pascal found Cheria, an hour later, she'd buried her feet in the sand and was building a sandcastle. She'd decorated the turrets with olives from the bar and stuck a paper umbrella on the top.

Sophie knelt down, pigtails dragging in the sand. “Hi, Cheria. I like your sandcastle.”

“My feet are sand snakes... no one knows they're there,” said Cheria.

“Cool,” said Pascal.

As though it was too much effort to sit up any longer, Cheria promptly flopped down on her back and closed her eyes. Sophie leant down to hear her muttering to herself.

“What's she sayin', Soph'?” Pascal asked.

“She says 'those little umbrellas are cute.' Is she ok?”

Pascal picked up an empty cocktail glass from where Cheria had half-buried it in the sand. “Yeah, she's okay. I think she just finally figured out she was allowed to have fun.”

With Sophie's help, she hefted up Cheria into her arms, to carry her back to their room. “Boy, you sure do make this look easy, Sophie,” she said, legs a-quiver.

Cheria's head lolled against Pascal's chest. “Mnn,” she said.