#letsgetonwithit

Bellemere is a Vileblood, dating wayyyyy back to the establishment of the old hunters

She has a very… grandiose way of going about things. Think dramatic hand gestures and quoted poetry

Growing up, she and Maria were often paired together when sparring, and as such, their fighting styles are markedly similar. They’ve always had a healthy (ish, lmao) competitiveness, but Maria was the more skilled knight, to those who payed close enough attention 

(Not really any point skirting around it, I ship Bel with Maria) 

(I ship it hard) 

When Maria left Cainhurst to join Gehrman’s hunters, Bellemere was distraught, but understanding. Their way of life never had fit her completely

They argued, once, when Maria first joined the Healing Church. It quickly led to blows and left Bel a bloodied mess in a Yharnam alleyway. Some of the scars remain (yet neither of them can hold a grudge against each other for long) (and she truly was concerned for Maria’s welfare) 

When Maria killed herself, it broke something inside of her. In a sense, all that was good in Bel died with her. 

Which brings us to the present time, with a joyous list of some of the shit this dumbass pulls in game! :D

Never gave Viola’s brooch to her daughters. Or even returned to check on the girls. 

Sent everyone to Iosefka’s clinic, full knowing it was no longer Iosefka

When she finds Eileen, bleeding out on the cathedral steps from her fight with the bloody crow, and Eileen tells her she’s taken “enough blood to save an old woman,” Bellemere replies with “Are you certain?” Before FUCKING KILLING HER I HATE MY OWN CHARACTER SO MUCH

Despite Annalise revoking her exile (pfff long story), and her retaining her odd form of loyalty to Annalise, she still gave Alfred the unopened summons; entirely aware of what the Executioner would do (and despite her remaining hatred for them OTL)

I don’t think she’s even sure why she did it. Curiosity? Spite? Did she simply want to see if her immortal queen could break beaneath an Executioner’s weapon as easily as her family had? 

Regardless, seeing her queen’s remains writhing on the throne as Alfred laughed is the closest she’s come to unnerved in a long, long time, and I hope it haunts her

(fun fact! After she resurrects her, Annalise is waiting for her in the throne room with her chikage unsheathed. She kills Bellemere, just the once, and then proceeds as she normally would. Not because she’s particularly angry for what Bellemere had done, but because she’s had to deal with that brat’s bullshit for centuries goddammit enough is enough) 

I think she’ll be going for the Honouring Wishes ending. Why? Because time and bitterness has coloured her view of everything. She wholeheartedly believes Maria’s suicide was Gehrman’s fault. There is no way she’ll pass up an opportunity to fight him (congratulations-on-being-so-petty-you-were-prepared-to-trap-yourself-in-the-dream-for-the-sake-of-murdering-an-old-man)

“Of course. If you continue to fight in this stature, your back is not going to enjoy it. Now stop slouching!”

Falyn gasped slightly in surprise as one of Maria’s arms moved around her shoulders, drawing them back. Despite her agitation with today’s training regiment, Falyn enjoyed how close Maria was standing to her. She had joined the Healing Church to do research foremost, but Laurence had, for some forsaken reason, found it necessary for her to undergo basic hunter training. As Laurence had recommended a female trainer, the options of who would train her were limited. Ludwig’s small group of Church Hunters only had one female member, but Laurence had rejected her instantly, claiming there was no need for “two heretics who will one day blow the workshop to smithereens”. Thus Maria, one of Gehrman’s students, remained.

Falyn could feel her cheeks burn as Maria’s hands moved to her hips, slightly pushing them forward.

“Don’t get too excited”, Maria teased, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“I’m not excited!”, Falyn blurted out a little too quickly to be a natural response. “I’m standing correctly now, aren’t I? Let’s just get started.”

Maria’s hands let go of her, taking a few steps back before moving to stand a few feet away from Falyn.

“Alright, I’m going to swing this sword at you, and I want you to block my strikes. You could try to stun me, but if you go for a stun you need to succeed. If you fail, you’ll leave an opening that will certainly get you killed in regular combat, understood?”

Falyn nodded, strengthening her grip on the axe’s hilt. Maria lunged at her much faster than she had anticipated, and with a slight panic she swung her axe to the side in a desperate attempt to stop Maria’s strike. The weight of the axe made it slip out of her hands and launch away from her as she fell to the ground, landing on her backside. A loud crashing sound followed, but Falyn’s attention was directed right above her. Maria’s blade was at her throat, a soft chuckle coming from the blonde’s lips. Maria extended her hand to Falyn, pulling her back on her feet. Falyn blushed once more at the amused smile on Maria’s face, who did not yet let go of the princess’ hand.

“Are you hurt?”

“No, I am fine. It’s just a scratch.”

“Perhaps I should’ve taken it easier on you, I apologize.”

Maria moved her hand towards Falyn’s face and gently took a lock of white hair between her fingers, placing it behind Falyn’s ear. Falyn could feel the heat rise to the tips of her ears, swallowing the lump in her throat as Maria finally let go of her hand and inspected the area around her, a confused look on her face.

“Say Falyn, where’s your axe?”

“I don’t see it, it couldn’t have gone far.”

The two women turned around as they heard a loud shout from the workshop. A visibly upset Laurence exited, followed by Ludwig, who was roaring with laughter.

“I just had those windows replaced!”

“Now what did you say about not wanting to have one of mine train Falyn?”, Ludwig spoke amused, putting one hand on Laurence’s shoulder. The vicar shrugged the taller man’s hand off, dragging Falyn’s axe behind him and dropping it at her feet.

“Next time you’re going to practice throwing that axe, do it outside of the reach of the workshop, if you’d please. I’ll be sending the repair costs to Corivia.”

Laurence then stormed off, Ludwig following him once more. Falyn picked up the hunter’s axe, Maria holding a hand in front of her own mouth to hide her grin. When Falyn heard a rather badly concealed snort come from the older hunter, she couldn’t keep it in any longer herself. As soon as Laurence was out of audible reach she laughed loudly, Maria joining in shortly after.

“Well that was an interesting session”, Maria spoke once she had composed herself. “I had a great time, but let’s not make property damage a habit.”

“I’m sorry”, Falyn mumbled softly.

“All is well, I know how you can repay me”, Maria mused, a somewhat sinister smile on her face. The twinkle in the blonde’s eyes made Falyn look away from her nervously.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Have dinner with me tonight? Just the two of us.”

“You’re joking?”

“I’m completely serious. There has to be lots for us to talk about, besides hunting that is. I’ve quite missed the presence of other women.”

That last statement was accompanied by a wink, which almost made Falyn drop her axe once more.

“A-Alright! If you’d like then I’ll be ready around 6?”

“That sounds wonderful, I’ll pick you up at your chambers.”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Then I’ll see you later, I’m looking forward to it Falyn.”