@rapperiasgirl girl this is just for you because I feel sorry for starving you💔
But hngggvhhhh imagine Arle watching one of your various performances. The way those cursed eyes follow your every step over the dance floor as if you were but a star dancing across the nightsky. Her chest feeling tight, unable to tell where that feelings comes from she opens up the first buttons of her jacket, yet the rock that seemed to weigh on heart didn’t seem to butch the slightest bit. You were just so utterly mesmerizing, how the various colors of the surrounding lantern illuminated your features, the way your dress seemed to dance along with you. If she didn’t know any better, she‘d accuse of an assassination.
Her clapping at the end of your breath-taking performance wouldn’t be exaggerated, but loud enough for you to spot her in the crowd almost instantly. Her usual mask of a cold diplomat replaced by a look of pure adoration- the kind of adoration you‘d express for a lover. Warm and sweet. Arlecchino found these words unfitting for someone of her caliber, yet they described you perfectly in her eyes.
But the last thing the Harbinger would wish upon you is a target on your back for being affiliated with her. In the blink of an eye- the woman is gone leaving behind a hefty tip on her table along with a single note that’s been weighed down by the coins.
Dashing as ever.
11pm. Don’t make me wait.
You didn’t know how exactly she always managed to get inside your apartment without tinkering with the locks on your door or the windows. But who cares about that if the fourth Fatui Harbinger is whispering praises about tonight’s performance of yours. How amazing you looked. How perfectly controlled your every move was. How brightly your eyes were shining from committing yourself wholeheartedly to the dance floor.
She just couldn’t stop. Not when you were whimpering her name into the crook of her neck when her fingers slipped inside of you, that beautiful dress that was adorning your body mere minutes ago now carelessly discarded on the floor. It was music to her. Even better than the melodies you move your body to. Her work not often allowed her to be with your at all given times- but she also doesn’t have the heart to rip you away from your homeland, to steal you away and never return you. But she wasn’t exactly fond of that one bird in the mountains you call „Mother“ to suddenly appear on her doorstep.
So this night will do for now.
