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November 19th, y109
@Bernadetta von Varley
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This was stupid.
This was so utterly fucking stupid.

So why was he doing it?
Who knows.

Upon hearing that Bernadetta had been discovered in Pandora, Felix had needed a while to process. Of course she was here. It was just another bullet point on the long list of ways that this box intended on fucking him over. Out of all of the people that could possibly appear out of thin fucking air, it had to be his only friend. It had to be the person that he'd grown the closest to after abandoning everyone else he'd ever cared about. It had to be her. Not someone similar. Not Annette, or Lysithea, or... fuck, Flayn, even. No. Pandora intended to go straight for the throat and tear Bernie up from wherever she'd been into this malicious hell hole.

Perfect.
Because he didn't have enough to worry about already.

What was worse yet was that Felix had no real idea of how she remembered him. That was just the nature of the game here, it seemed. Everyone was from different points in time, doing different things, fighting on different sides. From what he could gather, she did remember him -- and fondly, at that. (Or, as fondly as one could remember him. Meaning, he was likely less of an asshole to her than he was to most.) But was that because she was still on the side of the Eagles, as was he? Had she been recruited to the Lions? Were both of them on fucking... Claude's side? Felix didn't know. He didn't want to think of the details. He was tired of thinking of the details. Every single damn day here had been endless thinking about those certain set of semantics, and he was sick of it.

Therefore, in this particular instance, he'd decided to forgo them. If she remembered him as a piece of shit, she didn't make that apparent. Bernadetta actually seemed to have wanted to connect with him. While that fact warmed whatever dead parts of his heart that still remained in his chest, it did also make him nervous. Which was absolutely terrific, and wonderful, and lovely, and absolutely none of those things at all, and what the fuck was he doing standing on her fucking doorstep with a cake.

A bright purple cake, to be exact. Ube yam, dyed just slightly with food coloring to exaggerate it's already terrifically ridiculous color. A delicate buttercream icing to complement. All of the things that reminded Felix of Bernadetta: vibrant, but subtle.

He felt like a fucking fool.

He didn't even know if she would accept this, much less if she'd like it. He hadn't baked for her often in the timeline from which he'd come; he rarely found the time to cook at all, and he refused to answer questions from the prying eyes of the other Eagles. He couldn't imagine that any other version of him would also find solace in baking somehow, so this was bound to be the weirdest reintroduction... ever. With any luck, she'd call him out for being 'soft'. That was the best course that this trajectory could take. The worst was that she was either terrified or disturbed by the gesture, which he wouldn't doubt or blame her for being.

Felix sighed, cradling the dish between his still-not-fine wrist and chest as he knocked on the door with his free hand.

This was stupid. He was stupid.
He could only hope that he'd be able to rekindle this best friendship without somehow fucking it up.
 
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So, she wasn't alone in Pandora. That was weird. When she first arrived here, she sort of assumed this was it; the end. No more recognizable faces, until she grew numb to the strangers that lived around her. Even then, that wasn't really...a guarantee, was it? Pandora threw people out all the time. She could technically get used to a new person, just to have them be gone tomorrow.

Sort of reminded her of the war, in a weird way.

After running into Edelgard then Dedue the same day, she had sort of made a point to stop leaving her little cabin for awhile. Just needed to recharge. Too much adventure for this strange place, in a limited amount of time. And without battles to force her out of her room, she had no reason to leave. It was warm, safe, and Crackers kept her company. And she recently restocked on food, so that wasn't an issue.

Then someone had to just...knock at her door and ruin everything.

Bernie was sitting in her small living room by the window. An easel in front of her, as she painted the view just outside. She knew she'd paint it over and over again, but...it was soothing in a strange way. Something that was becoming familiar in a place where everything was brand new.

Her gaze rose to the door with a soft irritated sound falling from her lips. Crackers walking straight to the door as she if she going to answer it herself. She stood on her hind-legs by the door, and swatted at the handle - jiggling it slightly in place. But not quite. Just a bit too small.

Crackers' reaction to failure was to dramatically fall over and lay there - waiting to be picked up and comforted.

Sighing, Bernie pushed herself to her feet - tip-toeing over to the door to not give away she was home. She carefully picked up Crackers, who settled herself on Bernie's shoulders. Glancing back at the door, she was tempted to just ignore it. Pretend she was dead, so she didn't have to interact with anyone.

But...she was kind of curious too.

Standing on her tip-toes she looked through the little peep-hole in the door to see who it was.

"Felix!"

A wide grin spread across her features, as she quickly undid the sliding lock thing, as well as a few other locks, before opening the door a bit too quickly.

"Hi," she smiled, before her eyes landed on...a bright purple cake.

"Cake," it wasn't a question, but a fact, "Purple cake," she corrected, leaning her head to the side, "But...you don't like sweet? Unless that's actually...spicy purple meat somehow?" her brows pinched together, "Pandora sure is weird, but purple spicy meat doesn't sound very good."

On her shoulders, Crackers shifted to look at Felix better - making a small chittering noise in greeting.
 

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He'd been standing here for too long.
It'd been almost five whole minutes now.

Maybe he should turn back around. Walk back home, throw this stupid... 'peace offering' or whatever the fuck in the trash, call it quits, and pretend it never happened. It was foolish of Felix to think that Bernadetta would be his friend here. What basis, exactly, did he have for that? They were meant to be enemies anyway, based on principle. He was supposed to come from Dimitri's side, and she from Edelgard's. Unless there was somehow, some way, that some version of him had made the same exact fucking mistake...

Then came a sound like clawing. At the door. Okay, kind of weird, but maybe he was just hearing things. This cabin was basically in the middle of nowhere anyway. It would be zero percent surprising to hear some random creature scurrying around just under his feet. Did sound an awful lot like it was coming from indoors, though.

Given the fact that he was showing up unannounced, Felix supposed that he should have expected her to take a minute. Bernadetta didn't exactly like to open up her doors to anyone, both figuratively and literally. She was much more the type to pretend she was dead over the type to come running to the door when she hadn't expected visitors. It was part of why they got along so well (at least, back where he'd come from.) Both of them had the tendency to avoid people like they were a plague: her because she was terrified and anxious, him because he wanted nothing to do with them.

And he was beginning to suspect that, right around now, she'd taken the 'pretend I'm dead' route-

Oh, wait. No. There she was.
At last, she stood in front of him, looking like not a day had touched her. Save for the raccoon on her shoulder, Bernie looked almost exactly the damn same as when they'd been parted. After all of the differences he'd seen in the others he was supposed to recognize, something about that fact made Felix almost emotional.

Why was he being weird? He was here to deliver her a cake and to make sure that she hadn't off and shoved herself into a hole somewhere. Nothing more and nothing less. Emotions weren't supposed to be involved in any part of this.

"Yes, it's a cake. It's for you. Take it." No hellos. No formalities. Nothing but a simple request-turned-command, as he was famous for giving.

It suddenly struck him that... oh. Maybe the Felix she'd known didn't know how to bake. Not surprising. It wasn't something he'd normally pick up, ever, given that she was right -- he wasn't a fan of sweet things. Nor was he a fan of being nice to people. He'd only really learned to do so out of a need to keep himself occupied with something. ... And maybe after talking to Lysithea a few times.

Probably made this exchange even weirder.
Fuck.
Change the subject. Change the sub-

"... That's Crackers?"
Yes. Fixate on her raccoon. Get her talking and away from whatever the fuck this exchange was.
 
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"Bernie accepts your purple cake," she grabbed the cake, before taking a step back into the cabin to put it down - otherwise Crackers would just put both her paws into the cake and rub it all over her face. Yes, Bernie learned that the gooiest way possible.

"Pretty," she studied it, as she put it down on the little table in the living room - before wandering off to get some plates and things. She knew Felix wasn't big on sweet, but she wasn't going to not offer him a slice of his own cake.

Honestly, she was glad he was here. Bernie...didn't really like surprises or visitors - but Felix wasn't either, really. He was a friend that was always welcomed. At first he had been...terrifying. That look on his face made Bernie feel like she had always messed up, even when he was just trying to hand back her bag that one time. Or...few times, actually. But once she saw through that hardened shell, she realized he was just a softy who was as bad at being social as she was. Just instead of screaming, he got blunt. Different ways of dealing with the same things. So she just...tried being nice. Paid attention to what he liked, and showed him things she thought he'd enjoy. Their friendship was weird, but she liked it a lot.

In Pandora, things weren't straight forward. She had heard some stories - both from this group, as well as others - about timelines. Felix was originally a Blue Lion, before he followed Sylvain over to the Black Eagles in her timeline. Or...maybe follow wasn't the right word. Wanted to fight Byleth just enough to follow them to the Black Eagles, seemed more accurate - even if the other two were friends. There were probably timelines where nobody left their houses. Which would change a lot. Bernie didn't really talk to people outside her house, because she didn't want to.

But considering how Felix seemed to vaguely not mind her in the chat instead of just ignoring her, she had hope that it was her Felix; or at least a Felix that already knew her. It was okay if he was still a Blue Lion, or Golden Deer. She already knew him, and could easily just hand him cats until they were friends again.

At the question of Crackers, she set down the plates and things by the cake, and walked over to Felix - pulling the raccoon off her shoulders and setting them on his. It required a bit of reaching on her tiptoes - but not nearly as much as it would have a long time ago. Crackers quickly nestled against his neck - making a sound that Bernie didn't know raccoons could make. It sort of sounded like a cat and a dog falling down stairs. But in a positive way.

"That means she likes you," she smiled, before returning to the cake - not waiting to slice herself a piece. Because...cake.

"Want any?" she offered - despite knowing the answer already.
 

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Well, that was one bit of anxiety off of his mind. Despite the fact that they'd talked in that weird chatroom thing before and had no issues, there was still a large difference between that and actually talking in person. With the help of their magic screens, everyone could exist around each other and at least sound relatively at ease. That, however, all tended to dissipate when in the actual flesh-and-blood presence of another person. Especially another person that you had memories of that they might not reciprocate.

But seeing Bernie take the cake from his hands, operate smoothly and normally as if this were an interaction they'd had a million times before... it was comforting. With all of the faces Felix had seen in Pandora, there was a level of uncertainty between them. Those who remembered him doing things he didn't do. Those who remembered him on a happier, better, more correct side. Those who he'd remembered killing. Everything felt like eggshells. Even his own two best friends from childhood felt uncertain and rocky, for he'd caused rifts between them that were borderline irreparable even if they themselves weren't the ones to witness them. The security and sameness in the way that Bernadetta acted was nice. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but it was nice. Something that felt right in a world where everything felt so fucking wrong.

What also felt wrong was the sudden weight of a raccoon on his shoulders.

"Hey, wait-" Felix wanted to stop her, but his chance was missed, Crackers already having taken up residence on top of him. She let out a noise that sounded like some kind of dying animal, causing him to physically recoil, especially due to her proximity to his ear. He bent awkwardly at the waist in an attempt to balance her. He was more than sure that she was used to climbing things far less stable than his own wiry frame, but it still felt... incorrect not to. Guess he was a raccoon tree now. With a huff that meant either "I didn't ask if she liked me or not" or "This is my life now, I guess" (it could have been either one. Felix wasn't entirely sure which one he meant himself) he joined Bernie over at the counter, leaning against it for leverage.

"No. It's yours." She definitely knew that answer to her question already, but it was nice of her to have offered. Even beyond the fact that he wasn't a person for sweet things, the cake was a gift for her. Wasn't right for him to have any. At least, in his own mind. He'd also likely spend far too much time critiquing it if he were to ever taste it, so... it was way better for him to just not touch it in general.

"It's supposed to be subtle. ... The flavor is." That distinction was important, given the fact that it was as purple as one's local wisteria plant. The color of it was not at all subtle. That was sort of the point. Again, not something he'd ever admit out loud. Switching gears from that subject entirely, though, Felix tapped his foot against the floor idly as he allowed Crackers to use him as a jungle gym.

"How long've you been out here?"
 
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Bernie smiled as Crackers got comfy on Felix - half curious if she'd topple him over. He seemed fine though - leaning forward to even out the raccoon. Bernie knew from experience that she'd hold on no matter how he was standing. She had good balance.

And weird little fingers.

After Felix dismissed her offer for a piece of the cake he brought, she sliced a piece for herself, and moved to the couch to eat it - eyes still on her friend and raccoon. Two of her favorites in one place. It was nice. Bernie took a bite, as he told her that the flavor was supposed to be subtle.

She made a loud yummy noise, motioning at the cake with the fork, "It's so good," she beamed, "Thank you Felix. It's perfect."

Crackers continued to move around him, refusing to hold still. She seemed interested in his smells, for whatever reason. Bernie hadn't exactly made a point to actively sniff Felix, but he didn't seem to be stinky. But Crackers did have a better nose than her.

"A few months," she shrugged, "Edelgard seemed pretty worked up about that. I just...don't really like going out, so nobody noticed," she shrugged, "Too many people, everything's new. Easier to just stay inside," her eyes on her cake as she spoke, "What about you?"
 

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The incessant chattering of the creature on his shoulders did absolutely nothing to help Felix focus. What was Crackers so damn interested in? It wasn't like he smelled any different from usual. It was definitely possible that it was just her way of getting to know people. Wasn't like he'd ever met a pet raccoon before, exactly. Or had ever really planned on meeting a pet raccoon. Especially not one that seemed to be hellbent on making strange dying cat noises into his ears. Felix tried his best not to physically recoil at the grabbing touch of her little hands, doing what he could to focus on the conversation at hand.

It was a relief that she'd liked the cake. All in all, he'd expected her to -- he had made it for her a few times in the past. At least, in his own memory. Maybe she would remember that, maybe she wouldn't. A lot of the times in which he'd done so, it'd been in the wee hours of the morning. Times like when something was keeping him up and he'd shown up at her bedroom door to annoy her into acting as the night's company. He always figured that the least he could do was give her a gift before ruining her sleep with his presence.

"Glad you enjoy it."

She'd been here a few months?

That wasn't surprising. Disheartening, but not surprising. He figured that she'd at least venture out in hopes of finding someone she knew, but... he supposed that that might have been too much for her. Said it herself; entirely different environment, too many people, too much to deal with. He couldn't exactly blame her. He'd been here a few months by now himself and still barely had any idea what the fuck was going on ever. Probably much more difficult for someone with the level of anxiety that Bernadetta had at any given moment.

"She still doesn't take too kindly to you shutting yourself away. It's easier, yes, but it's still not healthy." The tone of his voice was far softer than usual. That would have ordinarily sounded like a barb, coming from Felix, but instead it was laced with a gentle concern. A nudge, but not much more. She had gotten better since their academy days, but not by much. As far as he thought, anyway.

"Three-ish months. Fell in from the sky and broke my wrist."
Also thought he'd been hallucinating Dimitri, but that was a subject he wasn't going to touch on.
 
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