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you guys should.. hmu for my new skype,,

i return from the war,,

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i return from the war,,

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anon hate... gotta love it.

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laceraalas.

▐│∶☽∶; —              Sσмєнσω, нє αℓяєα∂у кησωѕ. Or, knows enough, he should say. Gunter purses his lips and pushes them to one side, frowning after Petra looks up at him.

                  ❛ You okay? ❜

       “ Fine, fine! ” Flashing her signature smile, she allows the grass to fall from her palm and back to the floor. “ -- Just... Needed some air. ”

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SEMI-SERIOUS PLAYFIGHTS THAT END WITH ONE PERSON PINNED TO THE FLOOR/WALL AND ACCIDENTAL FURIOUS KISSING THO

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laceraalas.

▐│∶☽∶; —              Hє'∂ вєєη ση α ωαℓк ωιтн Ƒιяєƒℓу ωнєη нє finds her, curled up in a little grassy patch where the sun had melted the snow, plucking at the blades.

                  ❛ … ❜

Someone’s cranky…

         “ -- Selfish...” Pluck. “ Ungrateful. ” Pluck. “ Idiot. ” Pluck. Petra stares at the grass pile beginning to collect within her palm, then sighs. At the sound of shuffling feet behind her, she promptly quietens, peeking over her shoulder. “ -- Ahh.... ”

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       Sitting outside, as FAR AWAY from Auruo Bossard is Petra’s best idea at the moment; she absently picks at the grass as she mutters numerous insults under her breath.

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what do you think about eld and gunther's relationship? wink wink B)

       “ -- Eld and Gunther’s relationship? I’m happy for them! ” Of course she is. Two of her best friends, people she’s spent an unmentionable amount of time with found each other amongst the sadness of the lives they lead. That’s enough to make anybody feel warm. “ I think there might be someone for everyone, whether you’re meant to love them or not... And I’m glad they have each other. ”

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PETRA RAL WAS NOT A ‘LEVI FANGIRL’, and I hate it when people say she was. If you think about what her father said when he met Levi, “I was thinking it was probably too early for me to INSIST she get married…” that means not only did he want to, but he did have some decency to let her live a little before he, ultimately, was going to tell her what to do. I’m guessing that in those letters she sent to her father, she did tell him about Levi, but as the CORPORAL – not as a romantic partner. If she hated the way Auruo tried to act like him, then why would she ever come to think that the behaviour was attractive or acceptable on Levi himself. When she chastises Auruo she makes it clear that she thinks the Corporal doesn’t act favourably, which is precisely why she doesn’t want him to do it – it’s not being truthful to who he really is. 

As a plus, in the letters she sent to her father, I’m guessing that she wrote about EVERYONE. Petra told him about Eld, Gunter, Auruo, and everyone she knew. But her father, like most parents during that time, would have read through them and only seen what he wanted to see – that Levi was a distinguished member of society, a Corporal no less. He didn’t glance at the others because they were soldiers, and she didn’t have to ‘live up to their expectations’ which she only says because being in Squad Levi DOES require some excellent skill, as shown by the way they fight in formation when battling Annie, and how Levi fights himself – he’d want a STRONG team behind him.

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The soldier tread towards her with a bowed head. In their arms they carried a body, the left side soaked with blood. Auruo Bossard. The soldier spoke quietly. "They found him in the grove. He'd taken down so many of them first." They hung their head. "I'm sorry, ma'am."

       Everything had gone according to plan. Petra, Eld and Gunter were all in the right places at the right times – that had to mean something. Did they go wrong somewhere? Did Titans manage to slip through their defensive barrier? What was he doing over there? In the heat of the moment, none of them had noticed that… – that he wasn’t there. How can that be? She thought she saw him – no, she did see him. With a big, arrogant, stupid grin on his face. He yelled something to her… But was that before or after?

       Petra Ral is in a fervent state of heated denial. It’s not him. She doesn’t want it to be him. It’s selfish, she knows, but she’ll give anything for there to be a mistake – for someone else to be lying there instead of Auruo Bossard. “ … Put him down. ” Kindness ever still flowing in her voice she commands the soldier, kneeling when the task is completed. The body is the right size, the right shape to be him; recognisable tufts of hair even fall past the dirtied sheet stained red with blood. Petra can’t bring herself to fold it away to reveal a face because she knows who it will be that comes to stare back at her. Maybe if she doesn’t look, it’ll change. It’ll be someone else. 

        The soldier does it for her, peeling back the sheet and for a split second she catches sight of his worn features and she has to squeeze her eyes shut. It’s her worst nightmare come to life, because it’s him – but he doesn’t look the same. Petra peels her eyes open again and forces them to stay that way, focused on his eyes – they’re open and the last remnants of his terror lie still within them. She thought he’d never look like that. Auruo Bossard once boasted how he ‘ DIDN’T GET SCARED ’ with a broad grin on his face, as if that was something notable about his character. And suddenly she’s angry, because if he ‘ didn’t get scared ’ then why is fear still lingering within his eyes? 

       Petra has so many questions that will go unanswered. She wants to know what he was doing over there, why he thought it would be a good idea. Why, in that moment, he got scared. Why he never listened to a goddamn word she said. What was he trying to do? Prove himself? Make himself look better? Because now he just looks... Dead. Dead, broken, stupid. And this wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. She was supposed to nag him into an oblivion. She was supposed to go first so that at least it would be someone she trusted that would tell her -- Family. “ Oh... God. ” 

       Petra’s inwardly tearing herself apart, hands shaking and her vision blurred -- is she crying? She looks up to face the soldier who brought him here, but they’re gone. She doesn’t know when they departed but she doesn’t care, because she’s so drawn to looking at Auruo’s body and how it just.... lies there. “ What am I.. ? What are they... supposed to do... now? Your family -- what the HELL are they supposed to do.. You... You IDIOT ! ” Her words a spaced by deep breaths as she goes to give an angered shove to his arm -- it’s not there; when she pulls her hand away her fingers are coated with blood and she gives a high pitched shriek. And then the tears start falling, and there’s no way for her to stop them. 

       She looks at his messy hair, the only part of him left untouched,  sobs shaking her bruised frame and she pleads as quietly as she can, her clean hand trying to catch the tears that fall from the tip of her nose and that trickle down her cheeks and onto her neck. “ Please... Come back. I- Hell, ” in the middle of her sobs comes a short burst of laughter, shoulders hunched up to her eyes and a grieved smile on her lips, “ -- I’ll never... Nag you, ever again. I’ll n-never tell you to clean your room... Or poli... -- polish your boots. I’ll -- I’ll take your place. ” 

       That’s her final word, her final plea. Because she leans forward, features twisted into unimaginable sorrow and she closes his eyes and presses a gentle kiss to his forehead. She lets her fingers fall through his hair and then she covers his face with the sheet once more. This is ‘ Goodbye ’, but she’s not yet ready to say it.  

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give me a hunger games verse where petra is a past victor that joins the rebellion, and her father is slaughtered for everyone to see with the rest of the rebelling victor’s families. give me petra wanting revenge and going out to destroy the capitol...

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whoever sent in that ask, i’m gonna destroy u. :))

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theeldo.

It’s entirely impossible to keep the affronted expression on his face, and his features soon give way to a grin, brows furrowed in a stubborn attempt to maintain the look. Eld takes the extended hand gratefully, chuckling as he pulls to his feet.

“I don’t need your feeble excuses, Ral. That was a flat out murder attempt if I’ve ever seen one.”

He harrumphs, crossing his arms, before giving the room a brief lookaround.

“What are you doing in here anyway?”

       “ That was... Wow.. ” Some form of normality finally returns to her, chest rising and falling as she catches her breath. “ I’ll have to try harder next time, won’t I ! ” A hum emits past her lips as she dusts off her shoulder, retracting her hand from his own with a humoured, wide grin. “ I came in to grab something -- a mop, actually. But instead I found you, and with the two of us being -- ” Petra tries to look murderous, however her grin betrays her, “ -- MORTAL ENEMIES, I thought I could try to get rid of you whilst we were alone. Too bad it... Didn’t work out, huh? ”