@arscnals inquired: why are you smiling like that? (alanna)

⁕| Alistair Theirin Quote Prompts |⁕

A look of surprise crossed the girl's face when she was called out for her dazy expression, a warm blush forming upon pale and freckled cheeks in embarrassment. Had she really been smiling while staring at the upperclassman before her..?? That was super embarrassing... But she couldn't help it. And so, Alanna smiled once again in response before gently rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.

@arscnals inquired: i see you can't sleep, either. (tartaglia)

⁕| Alistair Theirin Quote Prompts |⁕

The Eleventh Harbinger was seated outside in the bitter cold of Snezhnaya, up on one of the balconies of Zapolyarny Palace overlooking the frozen nation below. He clearly had quite a bit on his mind, and who could blame him? He was the youngest of all the Harbingers, and that meant he had yet to be desensitized to many aspects of their work. Tartaglia didn't care about the blood and death...but he did miss his family. And even now, he was finally back in Snezhnaya, but he couldn't even visit his home.

Still, that was the life of a Harbinger. This is what he agreed to. It was for the best, anyway, since he couldn't fully trust himself around his family. He should have brought them even more gifts to make up for the time lost...

@arscnals inquired: “ i don't want to be alone tonight. “ (capitano @ tartaglia)

⁕| Sacred Romance Prompts |⁕

Il Capitano was a strong, seasoned warrior. Tartaglia looked up to them for their skills in battle. He wanted to be just like the other Harbinger, so when given the opportunity to get to know them, he did. But...Tartaglia wasn't expecting his idol to be so real like this. She was human, just like anyone else. She could feel pain, mental and physical. And she could be affected by terrors of the night...just like Tartaglia...

So, the redhead silently sat down beside his senior when she quietly confessed to her concerns. Tartaglia wasn't going to judge her. After all... He had trouble at night as well. The darkness filled his mind with thoughts of the Abyss. It was easier to be in someone else's company at night, but he wasn't always granted that blessing. At least tonight he had an excuse to be with someone else.

@arscnals inquired: ❝ you are the abandoned lover. ❞ (for alanna - twst :)) )

⁕| Poetry Prompts |⁕

"Huh... I guess I am a bit of a hopeless romantic, huh.?" Alanna had many questions. Why was this dragon lady telling her this.?? Why was she, and upperclassman, talking to the freshman at all..?? And why those words specifically.?? She felt a little called out. Was it really that obvious that she was such a hopeless romantic.?? Alanna had never said two words to this lady, and she already had the redheaded girl down perfectly.

Alanna awkwardly messed with the hem of her jacket, embarrassed that the--pretty--upperclassman had her down so well. "But, I mean, how can I be abandoned.?? I've never even been in a relationship before, sooo... It's not like I've been abandoned," she replied with a sheepish chuckle. Unless this girl was talking about how her family abandoned and isolated her...

“You’re not very gentle with the injured. OUCH” (dottore)

The injured and the healers.  Sentence starters

"...I had expected better from you", is all that he says, tools placed to one side, pulling tighter on the restraint to keep her arm in place as he works on relining the broken bones, a few drops of potion poured into the open wound, an acidic smell filling the room, "Just how did you manage to shatter your arm in several places...don't you walk around clad in armour ninety percent of the time?".

Fellow Harbingers received free treatment from the Doctor wither they liked it or not - although he may enjoy taking things apart more than fixing them, he was still rather skilled in healing - not the best with bedside manners and the majority of his treatments would come with pain, such as the elixir that he'd poured into the other's arm, the doctor sitting back and reading over his notes as he waited on the elixir to finish it's job.

Yanqing was confused why he was suddenly rolled up in a blanket, wide gold irises blink as he struggled to see clearly out of it as only his head was visible.

@arscnals ❤'d~

"You don't go to this school, do you?" came a voice from behind. Rosalie had no tasks to complete for her master, so she had been flying around the school, curious as to what was happening around campus. She spotted a strange woman, so she thought she'd address her mostly out of boredom. That was why she was here, having just turned from her raven form to her more human-like form as she walked up to the girl from behind.

@arscnals inquired: ' you've taken a bloody road here, and no one has enjoyed it more than i, but there are still a few choices to make ' (childe)

⁕| Dishonored Prompts |⁕

" 'Choices'?" the redhead echoed in response to his senior's words. Tartaglia knew that there was far more to being a Fatui Harbinger than fighting all of the time, even if that's what he was best at. It was why he looked up to Il Capitano so much. The other's greatest strength was combat as well, but they had so many other skills. Tartaglia wanted to be like them.

So, he listened. Most of the other Harbingers looked down on him and acted as if he was incompetent, as if he was literally a child. Tartaglia was able to make it into this rank just like anyone else. He should be given the same respect. However, only a couple of Harbingers seemed to ever give him an ounce of respect--and lately, it seemed like Il Capitano was one of them. So, he listened.