#reglare

@tereziweek Day 5: Reglare

I hope Colorful troll blood is okay to show.

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“Are you shore shell like me?” Feferi asked, holding onto Terezi’s hand nervously. Her free hand kept twitching up to smooth her unruffled hair, pat down her wrinkleless blouse, adjust her goggles, or tug at the hem of her ironed skirt.

“It’ll be fine,” Terezi assured with confidence she did not have, but could convey.

“She worked with my ancestor,” Feferi reminded, tugging at a cowlick that was not actually a cowlick until she started tugging at it. “She’ll have ideas about me. About how my ancestor and I compare. She’ll be looking for the similarities.”

“A valid point,” Terezi mused, “But she’s smart as hell! She’ll know you’re nothing like her as soon as you open your mouth!”

Feferi reached up to fuss with her hair again and Terezi swatted the hand away. “It’s fine,” she insisted. “She’ll like you. I know I do.”

Feferi smiled at her and the two arrived at their destination. Neophyte Redglare, who was no longer such a neophyte, had adamantly refused to give her descendant her hive address, and instead had requested to meet her descendant's matesprit in her office. Feferi lifted her hand to knock and was startled when the door swung open.

“Pupae,” Redglare, a knobby old veteran and one of Alternia’s most successful lawyers, said, “Y’all loud as shit. Get your asses inside before the entire communal officestem hears about how nervous you are to meet me.”

After that, the three talked and Feferi calmed down, and the general conclusion was that the meeting had gone very well.

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GC: F3F3R1 1 4M GO1NG TO FUCK1NG D13

GC: L1T3R4LLY

GC: HURRY UP

CC: MINNOW!

CC: W-ER-E WORKING ON IT!

Terezi had never intended to meet Feferi’s ancestor. As a matter of fact, it was entirely off the table! Terezi was going to act as Feferi’s most trusted legal advisor and her role in the rebellion would be with books and databases and rewriting and rewriting and rewriting of the Condence’s laws, and perhaps helping implementing those laws after Feferi took the throne. She was in no way supposed to be used as bait.

“Whale, whale, whale,” an ancient, older than time voice said as the door swung open. Terezi tensed, battle ready, because while she might have stood no chance against the actual fucking empress that did not mean she was going to go down without her best fight. “Water have we here?”

The Condence’s grin was wide, too many fangs, her Ψdon’s entente was gold (if larger than the one Terezi was used to smelling), and her hair was billowing behind her in a mountain. She did, in many ways, resemble Feferi, but the way she walked, held herself, cold, assured, practiced, set Terezi’s hairs on end.

“I am Legislacerator Terezi Pyrope! I am a member of the Heiress’s Rebellion and matesprit to the woman who will defeat you!” Terezi tried to make her voice even, steady, confident. Against peers, she would have seemed entirely assured. Against a sea dweller as old as this, she probably looked like a trembling meowkit.

Indeed, the Condence only laughed at her, and she shivered but did not falter.

“That guppy doesn’t stan’a chance,” the empress said, fangs gleaming against the age-blackened skin around them. “Tell you water, though. I’ll let you wash me krill her! Won’t that be gillarious, little baitsprit?”

“She won’t lose to you.” God Terezi wished she had her cane. Wish they’d left her with that instead of her phone.

“Shore, and I’mma glubbin’ gutterblood.” The Condence rolled her eyes, but then went back to grinning. “But you know what’s alwaves fun? When pupae boo-hoo over their injured quads and fling ‘emselves water-eyed into battle.”

Terezi’s bilesac sank like a brick.

“But that means I gotta get’chu nice an’ injured ‘fore my little loinspawn shows, don’t it?”

Terezi clenched her fists a little tighter and tried not to shake, tried not to tremble in front of this ancient, massive woman.

hell yes omfg thats my otp <3 

br: 10000/10 your theme brought a tear to my eye bc its so perfect 

CASTLE IS MY FAV RIFA OMFG

br: 1000/10