梨花が僕以外の女を連れ込んでごろごろしてやがるのですはうあう | モスラ太郎 [pixiv] 

At the mention of her rival, Bern's mouth slowly twists into a much more honest expression- a hint of bloodthirst perceptible by the sharp white canines peeping from underneath her curled lips. 

"Lambda...? So that kid's still hanging around. Hahahaha. . . . hahaha!"

Her body double's laughter is contagious, and soon Bernkastel finds herself laughing along to her gloats. Her desire to chastise Erika has faded away with the giddiness that accompanies confidence; Bern's easily distracted, and the pleasure at the thought of Lambda's crushed expression is more than enough to give reprise to her piece.

"Well, I suppose I'll take my leave now, but please do tell me what happens when we next meet. Aha. . . just imagine how sweet it would be to use her piece's hair to wipe her tears away- ahaha!"

With one last giggle, her form dissolves, entering a higher plane as she leaps from this Fragment to another.

Erika flinched at Bernkastel’s tone. “Erm… yes, Master, I won’t disappoint you, I definitely won’t.”

Erika’s face again slid into a wide, frog-like grin. “This sorcerer, he’s just one of Lady Lambdadelta’s pieces. I can beat him without a doubt. Then I can really rub it in his face, and gloat all I like! I’ll bring his head on a platter for you, Master!”

Erika had started giggling madly, her face still set in a horrible smile. “He won’t even know what hit him! I’ll let him think he’s winning, and, at the last moment, snatch his victory away from him! I’ll make you proud, Master!”

Her sensitive nose twitches at the faint scent of blood that lingers in the air- fleeting, yes, but enough to set her nerve on an edge. It's not that the scent of the viscous fluid is all that bothersome, (preferable, really) but-

"What I do in my free time with Lambda is of no concern to you." 

Ah. She should have realized immediately; the manifestation of the culprit theories is what is standing in front of her, not the Golden Sorcerer himself. A pleasant Kakera to have stumbled upon indeed. This form of the Ushiromiya, created only to entertain, is infinitely preferable to the achingly dull Battler.

She snaps her fingers, and her shadow contort into the form of a chair a touch more grand than the one Battler is currently seated. His affront had not gone unnoticed, and she is not one to take rudeness all too lightly. As soon as it has taken a solid form, Bernkastel settles into the cushioned seat, the ruffles of her dress gently drifting into place.

"I would like some crackers, if you would. I'm not particularly hungry at the moment." 

thecruelestmiracle entered the blood stained Mansion.

Trick or treat...?

((I can’t reply to this without prostrating myself in penance I’m so sorry))

Will you beat Erika now for making you the wrong tea? -.-

"Do you wanna know?"

Also it's October, Rokkenjima appreciation month! Any words?

"It’s not October, but as for what I think of an ‘Rokkenjima appreciation’-"

"-would suffice."

No, that's cats. Foxes go "gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding".

"…"

Her face contorts, showing an unpleasant grimace.

"Oh, maybe it's just the fact the sight of your pathetic face makes me more than just a little disgusted. Or- maybe it's because you didn't steep the leaves long enough? Either way, I don't like it."

Pauses, then smiles. 

"Instead of this insipid cup, entertain me with a report of what you've been doing. I hope it's at least a little more flavorful than the tea you brew." 

Bernkastel takes a sip. There’s no need for her to look up; she knows that her Piece is quivering in anticipation.

Pathetic.

The Witch throws the china aside with a careless gesture, and meets the other’s eyes with a stone-cold expression. 

"It’s tasteless, Erika. It’s hard to believe even you can ruin such a high quality brand to this extent.” 

"Goodness- I slept for a much longer period of time than I had anticipated."

"Screw writing “strong” women.  Write interesting women.  Write well-rounded women.  Write complicated women.  Write a woman who kicks ass, write a woman who cowers in a corner.  Write a woman who’s desperate for a husband.  Write a woman who doesn’t need a man.  Write women who cry, women who rant, women who are shy, women who don’t take no shit, women who need validation and women who don’t care what anybody thinks.  They are all okay, and all those things could exist in the same woman.  Women shouldn’t be valued because we are strong, or kick-ass, but because we are people.  So don’t focus on writing characters who are strong.  Write characters who are people.”

—(x)

What does the fox say?

"… meow?"

der Scharfrichter!

aaaah i’m really rusty with my artwork…here’s an incomplete bernkastel pic to start off my art blog! you may remove my artist comment if you’d like but do not alter or claim my work as your own thank you!

Dreamer

Bernkastel takes a sip. There's no need for her to look up; she knows that her Piece is quivering in anticipation.

Pathetic.

The Witch throws the china aside with a careless gesture, and meets the other's eyes with a stone-cold expression. 

"It's tasteless, Erika. It's hard to believe even you can ruin such a high quality brand to this extent." 

"Right away, my master!"

She quickly returned with a kettle of her master’s favorite tea. Pulling it out a cup, she poured a cup for Bernkastel.

"I hope the tea is to your liking." She said as she handed the cup to her master.

((Huff huff, expect another long semi-hiatus from this account; college apps and all are taking up a lot more time than I expected.))

*crawls at your feet* - Erika

Why do you think you should be grateful that Aurora made you the way you are? Is it really worth it if it's this painful?

"It’s rare to find any Witch that is not stripped of compassion after the drudgery of living for millennia on end. It’s only natural; it’s hard not to be bored. Auau, if nothing else, showed me during my awakening on how to distract myself by gobbling up the guts of other tales, instead of leaving me to wander about the Sea for a few centuries, cluelessly searching for things to do. It’s due to her training that I gained the reputation of the cruelest Witch in the universe at such a relatively young age.”

"Memories of her may be painful, but they are not hell. And whether they are ‘worth it’… but of course. The terror of others at the mention of my name is always fun."