once a city that's hailed her as its hero, defeating the resurrected overlord of the vortex with her sword, its streets now feel unfriendly, the stares of its citizens stinging like the frigid, unforgiving winds of snezhnaya. she supposes that she herself is no longer forgiven, not when her clothes bear the symbol of the organization that nearly upended its government if it weren't for certain individuals, its soldiers flanking her on both sides: the fatui.
her thoughts trail towards her friends—or are they considered enemies, now?—and she wonders if they'll understand the choices she's made. zhongli might, the ex-archon far more insightful and discerning than most. but even she knows that he would shake his head, his real thoughts hidden behind his impassive face. the others?
highly unlikely.
but it needs to be done, the order from the top uncompromising. there would've been a time when she rattled against such austerity and authority, unwilling to bend her knee to it; she was a creature not from this world, after all. and yet, it was the only way; every other gave her false hope, bearing bitter fruit that she needed to swallow during her journey.
if she wanted information and resources to ensure she's moving forward in this journey, then she needed more power, more connections. she needed the tsaritsa and her indomitable will to tear down the heavens.
she needed to make a choice, one that will force her twin brother to finally reveal himself to her.
the wooden doors of the northland bank open and lumine's head cants a little, her eyes flickering at the familiar architecture. red and mahogany, gilded and lined with gold—liyuen, with pantalone's touches. nothing has changed since she's departed from the harbor and started her way towards the west. it's a moment later when ekaterina walks up to her with a slight bow.
"lord tartaglia is in his office. shall i—" ]
No need, I know where it is.
[ up the staircase to the right, down the paneled hallway—she no longer remembers how many times she's been through this path, traversing it easily even with her eyes closed. the agents standing at the door give her a nod before knocking, announcing her presence to the harbinger inside.
why he was even sent back here, she also doesn't understand. but maybe that's why she's been sent to liyue, to drag him back out with her.
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if we're sinners, then it feels like heaven to me ( harbinger au )
once a city that's hailed her as its hero, defeating the resurrected overlord of the vortex with her sword, its streets now feel unfriendly, the stares of its citizens stinging like the frigid, unforgiving winds of snezhnaya. she supposes that she herself is no longer forgiven, not when her clothes bear the symbol of the organization that nearly upended its government if it weren't for certain individuals, its soldiers flanking her on both sides: the fatui.
her thoughts trail towards her friends—or are they considered enemies, now?—and she wonders if they'll understand the choices she's made. zhongli might, the ex-archon far more insightful and discerning than most. but even she knows that he would shake his head, his real thoughts hidden behind his impassive face. the others?
highly unlikely.
but it needs to be done, the order from the top uncompromising. there would've been a time when she rattled against such austerity and authority, unwilling to bend her knee to it; she was a creature not from this world, after all. and yet, it was the only way; every other gave her false hope, bearing bitter fruit that she needed to swallow during her journey.
if she wanted information and resources to ensure she's moving forward in this journey, then she needed more power, more connections. she needed the tsaritsa and her indomitable will to tear down the heavens.
she needed to make a choice, one that will force her twin brother to finally reveal himself to her.
the wooden doors of the northland bank open and lumine's head cants a little, her eyes flickering at the familiar architecture. red and mahogany, gilded and lined with gold—liyuen, with pantalone's touches. nothing has changed since she's departed from the harbor and started her way towards the west. it's a moment later when ekaterina walks up to her with a slight bow.
"lord tartaglia is in his office. shall i—" ]
No need, I know where it is.
[ up the staircase to the right, down the paneled hallway—she no longer remembers how many times she's been through this path, traversing it easily even with her eyes closed. the agents standing at the door give her a nod before knocking, announcing her presence to the harbinger inside.
why he was even sent back here, she also doesn't understand. but maybe that's why she's been sent to liyue, to drag him back out with her.
"lady signora has arrived, lord tartaglia." ]
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