#schismatica

@schismatica asked:

⠀⠀──── ✶ [FLICK ! ]but like . super gently & without ill intent .

(Send [FLICK] for your muse to flick my muse on the forehead)

"oof?"   a   small   squeak   emanated   from   rosette   lips   as   the   soft   'flick'   hit   her   brow.   "Now   what   was   that   for?"   she   asked   with   a   puff   of   her   cheeks   while   palms   found   themselves   firmly   planted   pon   her   hips.

"   is   that   any   way   to   treat   someone   who   was   worried   about   you?"   of   course   Sigrika   wasn't   actually   upset   ...   she   knew   the   gesture   was   good   natured   after   all.   Though   that   didn't   mean   she   couldn't   playfully   scold   him   ...   just   a   little?

⠀⠀──── ✶  ❛  i  said  i  would  handle  it  .  ❜  the  sharpness  in  his  voice  isn't  made  duller  for  her  sake,  even  when  all  Columbina  had  done  was  look  out  for  him  .  he  didn't   like  to  be  treated  like  he  was  fragile,  even  if  all  signs  pointed  to  him  being  exactly  that  .  excessive  gestures  of  worry  just  drove  the  spikes  deeper  .  made  the  snags  rip  harder  when  attempting  to  pull  them  out  .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀  *  ❛  do  not  make  me  repeat  myself  .  ❜

"... Is this what you call handling it?" Columbina's voice does not waver despite Anaxa's sharpness. She is used to it - too used to it, attitudes like this. That stubborn, irritating attitude where worry and care are seen as an insult.

Should this have happened long ago, Columbina would have turned around and left. She doesn't have the energy to give up to those who reject her care, and yet - she remains in place. "You need to rest, even for a bit. Nothing will change nor end if you take a moment to breathe."

Will these words fall on deaf ears? She's not sure. If it were anyone else, they would likely take it into consideration - but Anaxa is not 'anyone else'. Columbina hates to be so serious, but even doves will scratch and claw when provoked. 

Odd, this certainly did not look like the Knights of Favonius or even Mondstadt for that matter. Sharp eyes gaze around the rather bustling town as he would probably stick out like a sore thumb, this guy made sure to remain as tactile as can be as he swiftly moves around.

He made sure not to be seen by any prying eyes as that wouldn’t be good, the Vice Captain took in all there was to see here as everything looked to be ancient? Huh, he couldn’t fully tell so best to continue this venture.

With his mint hair and uniquely colored irises, he may be accidentally mistaken as someone else who resided in this world.

there is no healthy body without a healthy mind⸻there is no healthy mind without sleep. veritas speaks from some seldom-sought, tender place, clasped between his ribs as a book unfurls in his hands. he is not tired⸻rather, their discussion has been invigorating, but anaxa's vigour will not last forever, and he cannot go on much longer like this. veritas spots it in the worn curl of his spine, the exhausted lines on his face. the body can only take so much.

“ you'll rest as long as you need to, ” he refutes, reaching to help the thick blanket over the other man's chest. “ you are running on fumes, anaxagoras. keep it up, and there'll be nothing left. ”

words come clear, perhaps harsh⸻really, the reminder of impending death?⸻but veritas figures it is best to be true. minced words would be an insufficient meal for the one before him.

"Perhaps I should clarify for the misunderstanding... I am seeking forgiveness for a habit not completely in my control... yet. Anaxagoras, I believe that is how you pronounce your name in full? My tuning abilities tend to auto pilot when I come within range of someone suffering due to my wish to help others receive relief for their ailments so I am here simply to offer support should you allow it."

Not exactly the best first impression that Sunday desired, already being scolded by the other for something he was actively trying to avoid, from the reputation Anaxagoras had it didn't bode well to being believed this was an honest mistake and something he didn't wish to repeat.

"I can sense your body and even mind are pushing itself to its very limits but with such a strong negative reaction to an accidental tuning I, Sunday, will respect your wishes and stop myself from 'auto' tuning as soon as I realize I am within your range until, maybe never, you seek me out for even some temporary light relief from such intense strains."

❝ I wonder, with such company as yourself, which of us is the superior scholar? I mean no offense, of course, though I do invite a thorough and challenging discussion of any sort. What do you say? ❞ Dottore donned his signature haughty smirk. Always eager to step up to another connected to a legacy institutions.

[ TXT ] : don't tell me what to do . so you're telling me you're wasting my time & yours on a scammer ? typical 🙄

[text]: At least I didn’t brandish my bat. [text]: The guards got to them anyways. Causing a commotion worked to my favor. [text]: I’ll be there in a sec.

@schismatica — context .

[text]: Wait a bit more. I’ve been roped into proving some scammer’s products aren’t what they seem to be. [text]: Is it about the pumpkins again?

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