» w i c k e d.

   with a pleased hum, the schoolbook is closed over a page scribbled with every kind of note lisa could manage to squeeze between the lines. ‘ yup! over and done! ‘ lisa says, not an ounce of self-importance in her words; boasting would be pointless and a little rude. her intelligence allows her to see beyond most things, so why not share?

   ‘ see, once you’ve grasped the basic concept, you can apply it to everything! this topic really is a fun one to study. i don’t remember snoozing in front of this book once! ‘ young lisa laughs. ‘ it even has astrological beliefs in it, and plants, too! if you can’t follow a path, choose another? ‘ she helpfully suggests in more than one way. and, well, she’d be glad to help aellai, but...

   then poor girl makes an offer lisa would be a fool to refuse. look at that predatory smile. she could just eat her up!

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“I should’ve clarified. I mean, that the clothing is too small, not me. I’m not the skinny little thing you knew back at the Academia, Lisa. Come, we’ve both changed quite a bit since then, no?”

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“It’s a struggle, isn’t it? Sure, perhaps they look nice, but it’s different when you can’t wear specific pieces of clothing simply because the chest area is too small.”

   ━ »unprompted asks ( always accepting! )

   lisa is peeking into young womanhood by that point, barely sixteen, and she has a little problem that translates into the somewhat apologetic older man opening the door of the dawn winery for her, inviting her to step inside the manor.

   the clink clack of bottles in her heavy handbag follows her every step, not requiring guidance: she knows precisely where the room of the young ragnvindr heir is, and tries to put as many steps between the red-maned, adult winery owner and her as possible. while he stands in the corner of a room fiddling with his hands, lisa barely glances at him as she kneels over the fussing little child to take in the situation.

   the fever is high, stomach's empty. while feeding solid foods to a feverish person may cause them to choke, she considered crepus cultured enough to at least order the winery staff to make semi-solid edible things that little diluc could have digested more easily, and still kept him hydrated and fed. she presumed wrong, clearly.

   crackle crackle. the room fills with an electricity so potent, alimented by her anger, that without a doubt the man can feel it dance over his spine. ' there, there, ' it's gone, the young doctor gently fussing over diluc: she opens the window, letting the sunlight pour in, takes off the excessively warm bedding blankets, and asks one of the people guarding the door to fetch her, pretty please, a basin full of cold water and a cloth to dip in. with that out of the way, she sweeps red, sweaty bangs off diluc's forehead, easily rips the little cloth in two parts and applies one to his forehead, the other over the side of his neck to help him cool down faster. ' i got you, dear. don't worry, let me see... '

   rummaging through her bag, lisa produces a transparent, oval vial filled with a liquid that shimmers like a pretty emerald. following little diluc's bleary gaze over it, and she smiles so gently. ' this is to soothe your throat, sweetheart. it's just a mix of strong herbs, and i put some honey to sweeten it. here, let me help you... ' she maneuvers the little redhead in a sitting position, letting him drink from the vial at his own pace; no need to rush it, as many ill-mannered doctors tell their patients. personally, lisa thinks that if the taste of something is so bad that the whole thing needs to be downed, the medicine won't be as effective, as bitterness doesn't equal the medicine being stronger. when little diluc is done drinking all the medicine, he's met with a kiss on his damp forehead as she changes the cold cloth, rewarding him for having drank the soothing potion without a protest.

   underneath the cold water, the fever seems to have gone down quite a bit. bright green eyes affix on the servant still in the room, stoically ignoring crepus. ' excuse me, ' she asks, politely, letting diluc lean at her side in exhaustion. ' i will need the little one with a full stomach for my next potions to work better. could you get him something easy to eat? perhaps soft bread with a bit of jam? ' and she's not surprised when they obey her as if she owned the house: she commands respect, and is a capable doctor that everybody in mondstadt trusts. why having to run it to the manor's owner, when he has been perfectly still as a statue?

   also, she just made up an overly-believable and unrefutable request to have the child soothe his stomach with food. hm, actually...

   ' i'm sure that you and your staff must have been busy with your daily chores, ' she jabs, relentless. ' but he will need to eat something every two or three hours, i believe, ' she looks directly at crepus while saying that, the only person left in the room, and shrugs her shoulders. ' my potions always work best with a full stomach. ' silence. defiant green mets the other man's eyes. ' doctor's orders, i'm afraid. '

   what should be said as a joke is spoken with such icy tone that, without a doubt, if an electro vision hadn't manifested to lisa, her next element in line would have been cryo.

   while she waits for the snack to be ready, she busies herself in changing diluc's damp cloths again and moves gloved fingers through red, fiery locks to soothe him. as she hums him a soothing melody, she thinks that this isn't the last she will see of instances like these.

go ahead abd block me for this, i'm so fucking mad seeing that anon answer. i already have you and them blocked now

while i apologize for having made you uncomfortable with my portrayal, i can't really... block you if you're on anon? i would prefer not to block anyone tbh, and since you already blocked me i think we're cool.

however, i will specify: we know zero to nothing about crepus. while our portrayal may be a bit dramatic for the sake of angst, it was implied a couple of times that crepus wasn't exactly Father Of the Year ( ex. the bartending event, and i'm sure it'll be tackled in depht in other events centered around mondstadt ) and that he lived vicariously through diluc as he was never chosen as a knight himself or blessed by the gods with a vision. it isn't to be excluded that he may have pressed diluc too hard on certaint times because he was projecting on him. are we exaggerating, maybe? sure. are we harming anyone with it? i don't think so.

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“To my convenience, it is indeed a book. There was one I was looking into that held papers and notes recently procured from the Chasm. I’m curious as to what sort of findings were brought back, and even more so why they would be stored in a book unless it could be used to cross reference something.”

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“Speaking of, there’s something I’ve been looking for. Would you be able to help me locate it?”

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“I’m a Knight, I have a reputation to keep. Please let go.”

       ━ »unprompted asks ( always accepting! )

   ' ugh, ' she barely stifles her wince. ' what a tool he was. you'll pardon my choice of words, but i'm not overly fond of master crepus the slightest, no. '