
" ๐๐ง๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ค๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก ๐ฌ๐๐๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐, ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ก๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ. "
๐๏ธ, DEAD DOVE; MDNI.
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an animated being, a strange being indeed. when he sat down ahead of her, there was little nuance to the faux creature.
he simply stared at her. analytically, deciphering what could be on her mind. studying her like his latest subject.
Replying to @TheSunInRags
form to talk about this sort of thing in public anyway.
But what CAN she talk about?... might as well go with the niceties.
"... so. How have you been? I haven't seen you in... a while."
he blinked, and a new person enters his world, it was a servant. they brought them food, placing it on the table they sat at. it's what they ordered.
salad for him. honey roast for her.
he simply stared, and the servant took off in a hurry. his eyes --- too dead.
angelic, it was, no, perhaps even a cheap imitation it.
his stares, it was deep, calculating. she allowed his curiosity to rise when she behaved to differently.
insecurity settles in. was he being too much for her?
he may have overstepped a few boundaries.
ใthank you. ใ
and with that, he walked away. transaction complete. totally not awkward.
ใcome. let's seat. ใ
pulling a seat for himself, he sat down and sighed.
. . .
what was he doing before this?
They climbed up the stairs up to Good Hunters, but on the way, he was quite alert, observant, head on the swivel.
He was suspicious and frantic, just like her, but... less skiddish. He couldn't help but notice eventually.
" you look like I'm forcing you. "
He was known for his outbursts of mania, capable of uprooting Mondstadt, and his mother was...
We do not speak of her.
He practices arts that are forbidden, to bring the inanimate to animate, the dead to life.
All with Khemia. And against her, she was just another person.











