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a study in  :     steampunk  ,   machinery and religion  ,    seizing    RIGHTFUL    destiny  ,     cordial tea parties  ,    religious texts  ,   depersonalization  , derealization     &     necessary evils.    /    portrayal is canon divergent,  tied to     kn4ves',   "the knave",   arlecchino      and     ohdove's,  "the  damselette",    columbina. serving under tsaritsan's, "the tsaritsa", her majesty, anastasya. this blog is subject to heavy themes.

[ fatui!aether ]

️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️LADY MARIONETTE IS NOTORIOUS for being difficult. apart from her general temperament, most interactions with her from the very beginning involve some level of blatant distrust. hostility. one that she did not SPARE him of, despite hardly knowing anything about him. he made it easy to hold some form of disdain towards him. he tended to speak with a level of VENOM too. most times, they spoke out of line. hurling ugly insults without regard for anything or anyone else.

but, she must admit even to herself, that he is not the worst company that the fatui could ever OFFER. even if most conversations ended up in disagreements, even if there existed tension that could not seem to be resolved until awoken the next day, sandrone considered him as DEPENDABLE. her majesty would never put her faith in someone so untrustworthy. even he knows how to prove his WORTH.

a banquet is set to honor the COLLABORATION of the fatui with some nameless company looking to set their name in stone with the weapons they intend to mass-produce. sent out to honor the partnership, she stands amongst people with a GROWING feeling of hollow distance. people dance, cheer, & chatter amongst themselves with such bliss that she wonders if some of it is laden with ignorance. she wonders if they understand how quickly everyone will turn into spoils of war.

his outstretched hand breaks her out of her deductive trance. funny how a foe can quickly turn into an ally when SURROUNDED by a sea of unknown. stifling a scoff, gloved hands honor his own — grasped firmly but gently. " you're actually GOOD for something for once, " following him up, she keeps herself poised.

️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️" i trust that you have your speech memorized ? "

️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️OFTENTIMES, THE HARBINGERS WOULD BE TASKED to work with others in groups. but on rare occasions, they would be split into two, functioning as partners. according to her majesty, it is done to maximize efficiency amongst those who are serving BENEATH her. they do it to get everything settled and accomplished without stumbling too much & better their RAPPORT with one another. while she is not one to question her majesty's decisions, she can most certainly affirm that it is NOT working.

not only has she been assigned to work with dottore against her own will, ( she had tried to argue against it & reason with most to take her place, but her UNWILLINGNESS only seemed to cause disdain with the tsartisa, thus rendering her speechless even if unhappy. ) but it would seem as if his presence is DIRECTLY affecting all of her pitches to strike up a successful budgetary deal for her future projects. the doctor is the definition of DISTRACTING and unpleasant. she swears that he was snickering about her calendar of activity with the banker while she wasn't looking.

her suspicions — or anxieties — being proven correct when he makes a clear motion of TAUNTING. and while she was used to the attempts of halfhearted ridicule, the real thing that truly GRATED on her was the eventual rejection, the shake of their head as they tell her to rework her request into something MANAGEABLE before seeing them off.

the marionette promised that she would keep her temper in check, that she would attempt to find a MIDDLEGROUND with second. but when they turn another corner, when finally out of earshot, she finds herself bristling. sandrone jabs a finger to his chest, poorly CONCEALED anger finally bursting out. if she could, she would most definitely comically steam from the ears.

️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️" YOU !! that was YOUR FAULT ! "

CAN YOU GET OUT OF MY FACE FOR ONE SECOND ?

️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️FACE SCRUNCHES, BROW TWITCHES, her scowl deepens with her face growing twice as unfriendly. " what kind of question is that ? " she hates the color that slowly crawls up her cheeks, the annoyance that borders on some level of PERMISSIVENESS at the very prospect of columbina sinking her teeth in her.

" could you stop having weird thoughts for just a second ? " hissed out, practically BRISTLING before folding her arms. " and why the HELL would you need to know in the first place anyway ? "