do not touch her babies

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Very fun. But it's not enough. Let me make something clear: you think of yourselves as "magicians", but when you're on the stage you're first and foremost actors. Good actors hone their craft to mesmerize the whole crowd.

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Short arlecchino drabble

You did not know much of her past. Arlecchino rarely ever talks about her own childhood or experiences. The most she mentions is that it is better she stay distant, emotionally separated from the children. You know little of why. But its not your place to question her or challenge her.

From what the children have told you, the previous knave was a two-faced woman. She prided herself as a mother but was in reality a cruel woman. It seems no one, old or young missed her, and no one seeks to avenge her death or visit her grave. You can figure from there that she was likely what made Arlecchino so.. distant. You can feel that beneath her stare is some longing of something, perhaps her heart beats still, perhaps she does love her children in some way. You have to be subtle with your affections, although she has not reprimanded you for your softness towards them, you feel her stare lingering sometimes when you play with the children.

You do not wish to change this, Arlecchino is not a patient and you are not her therapist. You are her employee, your job is too keep the kids from tearing the place down and eating each other. Their little wishes of you and her to form a union are likely brought on by the expectation that parents are in love. She, their father; and you, their mother are by that expectation to be romantically involved. On your part you feel a undeniable intrigue for her, but you doubt its worth entertaining any romantic feelings. She is distant, though she treats you a bit more fondly than the other staff.. you still feel that distance. If she does love you then you would assume she’s afraid to.

That’s not unreasonable, she is a harbinger. She lurks in the shadows and strikes in a flash. She likely has no intention to ever have anyone by her side.

But you felt something else was at play. Whne one fateful evening you offered her some cakes that the children made. They were rather delicious, and excitedly the children responsible wanted to show off their success. This isn’t uncommon. This wasn’t even the first time Celine made Father a treat to show off. Celine is a little chef and is equally as dedicated to her training as she is her culinary skills. In the past she would excitedly hand her the plate and earn herself a pat on the head. But she was nervous and so you did the talking today. You had only said the words cake when Arlecchino looked at you with a strange expression, shock. Its as if you were a dead man rising from the grave. It was a quick expression, it didn’t last long enough for the timid Celine who lingered behind your leg to notice but you did. She seemed as if she had recalled something painful. So you didn’t pry. You simply repeated the offer and she took it without further incident. Celine was relieved that day to see father enjoyed her cakes, but your were confused. You weren’t rude, you weren’t rash or unprofessional. Your exact words had been “Would you like some cake, Celine made some.” Perhaps it was a little informal. But informality like that wouldn’t leave the woman who has likely ripped out spines and plucked out organs from her enemies to shudder. You were confused, intrigued, and worried.

Arlecchino’s fondness of you was a weird category. She would not kiss you or make flirty remarks or offer promotions in exchange for intimacy like a regular employee and employer relationship might unfold. What Arlecchino was like was a cat, hardened and cold, approaching carefully and showing affection by simply getting a inch closer. You noticed sometimes there was a sadness to her, when it came to cakes or Lumidouce bell flowers. You had caught her eye when she hovered over your exhausted form, taking a nap on the couch as permitted during your break. Her hands pulled a blanket to cover you.

Its a confusing predicament to be in. Should you expect a lover or simply a boss? You were sure that only she could know for certain what her feelings were. And you doubted she’d ever say anything of it.

At first I wasn't wild about Arlecchino's ponytail, but then I opened my third eye and considered... Arlecchino and her lover are in bed and her lover just stares at her hair and before Arlecchino could even ask why they're staring, they pull Arlecchino close, remove her hair tie and run their hands through her hair to enjoy how soft it is.

The bed was warm, but never warm enough. No one ever became truly warm in Snezhnayan weather. But Arlecchino was always warm. You were initially surprised but it was comforting, especially when she held you in her arms.

Arlecchino was also always awake before you. No matter how much you tried to wake up before her, she was always conscious. Some days she was already gone, her side of the bed cold. Some days she was still there, such as today, basking in the quietness as she waited for you to wake up.

Sometimes you wondered if she ever got bored of simply lying in silence with you on her sparse days off. Arlecchino was such a busy woman - she could probably be doing much more productive things instead of wasting her time here with you. You remember offhandedly mentioning it to her, but she quickly narrowed her eyes and told you not to be foolish, which was reassuring.

So, on rare days like this, where the first thing you saw when you woke up was her face instead of the empty space, it was very precious to you. Already awake, as per usual, she immediately noticed the slow opening of your eyes, considering her hand was now stroking your cheek.

“Good morning, [Name],” her voice echoed throughout the completely still room, save for the snow beating against the window. It took a few seconds for you to process that your lover was still here with you, the warmth from her body seeping into you, her voice repeating in your head. You looked at her blinking, taking in her smooth face, X-ed eyes, and pink lips all directed toward you. At first, she didn’t question your staring, as you were usually bleary and still adjusting to the light in the mornings. You sleepily wondered what she thought about as she studied you. 

In no time you realized that she was actually here with you, especially when she placed a soft kiss on your cheek, quickly waking you up embarrassingly enough.

“Arlie… good morning. It’s nice to see you,” you murmured as you snuggled into her chest, enjoying the attention you were getting.

“You as well,” she responded, and silence reigned once more. One did not need to speak during these moments. Sometimes more is shared in the quiet than with words.

You peered back up at her, and that’s when you noticed that Arlecchino had exchanged her usual fancy hair clip for a regular hair tie so that it was more comfortable in bed. Though right now, her hair wasn’t the neat, orderly ponytail it usually was. Some wisps of hair bordered her face like a picture, while other locks were thrown over her body.

Arlecchino’s hair always fascinated you. It was beautiful, to put it simply, but simple wasn’t enough to describe it. Pure white that rivaled the snow of Snezhnaya, black locks trickling down that challenged the darkness of the night. And finally, it flowed into red curls that clashed against the white and matched her eyes.

Your internal marveling at your lover’s hair gave you the sudden urge to run your fingers through it. You had done it a few times before, and you enjoyed it immensely. Arlecchino seemed to not mind it either. So you decided to indulge yourself, and it was now that she noticed your endless staring. She was just about to question you when you suddenly pulled her closer (although it wasn’t much of a pull when your bodies were already touching each other) and tugged off the hair tie, allowing her hair to spill out and onto your waiting fingers.

The first touch of the softness against your fingers was heavenly. It was always astonishing how nicely her tresses rubbed and tickled against your hand. Hair both pretty to the eye and touch, something many people would be jealous of, including yourself. But you had Arlecchino all to yourself at least.

Arlecchino had not uttered a word during this. She had raised her eyebrows the tiniest bit at your sudden boldness, but soon returned to her poker face, allowing you to do as you pleased. Secretly, she had always found this activity to be quite relaxing and endearing, as well as finding the expression on your face cute. She wondered if you enjoyed this more than her sometimes, considering the funny things you did with her hair.

You twirled a whole lock of her hair around your finger, and let it go to see it bounce and then fall flat. You let strands flow between each of your fingers, and let it fall and brush against your arm in the process. You even combed out some tiny knots. It was always the mundane things that were oddly the most delightful, you thought, lost in the way her hair danced in your hand.

You weren’t sure how much time had past, but it was then you realized on every occasion where you played with her hair, you always asked explicit permission. Sometimes, there were days when she didn’t want to be touched, which was completely understandable, so you always made sure to ask. So now you were anxious about if you were internally irritating her.

The more you thought about it, you were worried that she would get annoyed at your continued stroking, so before you could get too lost in the motion, you began to pull away. But she hastily caught your wrist, only speaking a few words from there.

“You may continue.” You were surprised at her request but also happy and relieved, obeying her as your fingers returned to their rightful place, entangled with her locks of hair. It was then that she amazed you even more. Arlecchino’s eyelids began to droop, slowly but surely, until her multicolored eyes could be seen no longer. You knew she wasn’t asleep - she only fell asleep after you did - but this was simply incredible for you.

Your heart pounded fiercely at the sight, as though you’d just run a marathon. Even as Arlecchino’s lover, you rarely ever saw her as vulnerable as she was right now. She was surely a sight to behold. Ruthless and cruel to soft and comforted.

You didn’t utter a single word, not wanting to ruin this perfect and tender moment. And so the two of you continued to lay there in peace, her locks of hair gliding through your fingers effortlessly, and a very tiny, content smile on the Harbinger’s face.

Arlecchino: so. how are we going to settle you wrongfully imprisoning a Snezhnayan man?

Neuvillette: best I can do is wrongfully imprisoning the traveler so he has a buddy.

Arlecchino: deal.

Freminet: So, um... I guess I'm not invited to the family barbecue any more, am I?

Arlecchino: Oh no, your attendance at the cookout is still mandatory. However, you have been demoted from "son" to "weird cousin who nobody likes that sits in the corner and we all talk about you behind your back".

Freminet: No...

Arlecchino: Every time you set your gaze upon my face, you will have to exist with the terrible knowledge that I am not mad, I am just disappointed.

Freminet: *gasp* You're a monster!

Lyney: Hey, Father. Why did the chicken cross the road?

Arlecchino: To get to the other side?

Lyney: You were supposed to say “I dunno, why?“

Arlecchino: Uh... fine. I don’t know. Why did it cross the road?

Lyney: To get to the idiot’s house.

Arlecchino: ...Ok?

Lynette: Hey, Father. Knock knock.

Arlecchino: No.

Lynette: You were supposed to say “who’s there?”

Arlecchino: Fine... let’s get this over with. Who’s there?

Lynette: The chicken.

Arlecchino:

Lynette:

Lyney:

Arlecchino: Listen here you little shits-

Arlecchino - Dire Balemoon

THERE IS SO MUCH TO UNPACK HERE.

all the characters look amazing (navia, furina and neuvillette have my fave designs)

neuvillette and wriothesley are fine as hell

ofc we have ARLECCHINO

i already know this is going to be my favourite region

anyone know who they would pull for yet 👀👀

presents for father

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look what I found in my drafts

basically, arlecchino steals mr. mouche's wife and naturally, that wasn't a very smart decision :>

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