mercy . charade
Aug 14, 2020 6:37:40 GMT -5
Post by cass on Aug 14, 2020 6:37:40 GMT -5
p e t r a .
"I look inside of myself,
And try to find someone else
Someone who's willing to die,
Instead of watching you cry for help."
There was no time left.
In one week the tournament would begin and Petra didn’t know what to do. It was a mess, too much time spent on her academic work had meant that her time in other areas had suffered. She was frantic, a few strands of hair out of place as she tucked them behind her ears. Dark circles lined her eyes, unbefitting of a girl at her rank, and she knew that Edelgard would make some comment on it. But there was nothing she could do about it, the stress eating away at her every night.
Why sleep when she could study? And then, why sleep when she could train? It took up too much free time, leaving behind not enough for the things that mattered. She was scrambling, at this point, fingers grabbing any book she could find that might provide her with useful information. Mercedes had left her uncertain of too many things and she’d been trying to fill the gaps in her knowledge. But, it seemed she was a bucket full of holes, the sand slipping through and revealing more and more holes.
There wasn’t enough tape in the world to fix it all before she was empty.
She almost crashed, focus stolen as she spotted a familiar blonde head buried in a book. Her grip on the books tightened, eyes widening as she changed directions, stumbling through the closest aisle of the library until she was standing in front of Mercedes’ desk. With a loud thump that rang painfully through the silence, she dumped the books on her friend’s table.
Petra regretted the action almost immediately, cringing as she pulled out the nearest chair. She knew that Mercedes would not appreciate such ill-mannered behaviour.
“Sorry,” Petra said hurriedly, huffing as she sat down to face her target. There was no one else she could turn to, too few faces she was familiar with, even fewer she could call a friend. Mercedes was the only friend she had and she was in desperate need of her help.
“Please help me, I don’t know anything for the tournament next week, I’ve been too busy.” She slid a few books into the space in front of her, eyes flickering between the thick lettering on the cover and Mercedes’ face. “I don’t want to make any mistakes, not like-” she bit her lip, red creeping onto her cheeks as she thought back to their last training session.
“Well, you know,” she finished, tilting her head and flashing Mercedes a sheepish grin.