Through the chaos, he found solace in her enchants. And amidst the flakes of snow, the only warmth he crave is her clasp. As the two of them bond fates together, what more can they uncover beneath each other's facade?
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highest rank...
Amidst the coldness, they were enveloped and weaved by the most gentle flames, flames emitted from the within of the unspoken.
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IL DOTTORE ❝Go. Use me the way I used you.❞
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MANY HAVE KNOWN THAT THE ARCHON WAR WAS what caused the demise of the late God of Dust, Guizhong. However, the death of that notable folk didn't stop the belief of the lady who's wandering around the boundaries of Qingce Village and it's plain now - the place that the late Guizhong had always devoted to visit.
And that belief of y/n is that glaze lilies are just as beautiful as it is, and just like how its pigment symbolizes serenity, she can also emit peace herself just by excelling more on wisdom and intellect despite not having a Vision or strength in the battlefield.
She has the same belief as what the God she looked up to has always believed and forever, that's what she'll always aspire to believe as well.
"So pretty..." Y/n muttered to herself, in her eyes lies the diversion of the cool maya blue hues shown by the glaze lilies she's peering at. Her mind lacks the apprehension to compare the flower's beauty whilst she's walking around the bushes - despite the servants scolding her not to amble too far because her garb will surely tatter from the keen ends of the branches all around the plain.
"Lady Y/n, you might injure yourself! Please be careful!" One of the guards appointed to protect her shouted, every fiber in his body was frightened that a single graze on the lady's skin might cause his early death or worse is for the Harbinger beside him to decapitate him right at that moment.
To keep the lady well is his duty and once she acquires any external or internal wounds, even a pygmy size of it will really get him or his fellow, a death as the corollary.
"You need not to worry! I'm fine here! I'll just pick some glaze lilies!" She blissfully smiled at them and they were beguiled at once, charmed by the beam of ray that their lady emitted, "This was once my home before you took me away. I couldn't have injured myself in the long run because I am well aware about everything in here," She added in a whisper manner.
"Lord, is it possible to just let her? The other sires will not let it slide if she goes home with a single wound. Tsaritsa might behead me if I ever come nonchalant about her wounds because of how outgoing she is." One of the servants asked the Doctor as she shared a glance with the guard, both of them are scared by the undermining presence of the Harbinger watching how the lady enjoyed herself around the bushes of the valley.
The Doctor smiled - his mask veiled the gander of his eyes but his lips showed how it curved into a nirvana manner kind of grin, "Let the lady do whatever she wants. The commands of Tsaritsa are absolute, she didn't forbid the lady to go out of our place or not allow her to wander around the valleys and coast. Do not treat her as a prisoner but do tell me if she ever ran away or got a wound from the constant trek she's doing. And fear not for the other Harbingers' opinions, who do you think is in front of you right now?"
The servant was stunned as she frantically nodded at the Doctor - the said Harbinger's alias underneath the name of Il Dottore. He's one of the executive officers of Fatui who was also given direct authority to contact Tsaritsa.
He was also appointed by Tsaritsa herself to take the pledge of serving the Lady for a rationale that all of the Harbingers including Dottore himself has yet to know.
All he knows was in the further outskirts of Qingce Village in Liyue once lives a runaway maid of the Lawrence clan - a notable family of nobles from Mondstadt whom were once eaten by greed to overpower and establish their authority to their people, yet, was soon driven by the rebellion led by Vennessa, a hero of Mondstadt who ascended to Celestia after her demise.
And that maid? Her name is y/n or addressed now under the title of the Lady. She once lived in Qingce Village, and she will always request to walk around the plain and valley all because she wants to physically see the glaze lilies or pick them to take home.
Dottore had been observing her ever since she arrived in their place as well and based on his own perspective as a virtuoso; traveling had always been y/n's hobby, and because the Fatui still have reigns all over Teyvat, nobody can really stop her from doing so.
She's also outgoing, too kind, and bothersome because of her kindness. She's someone who always sees good in bad, too optimistic, and carefree - even when she's scolded to be aware of the people trying to bribe her, she would always reasonate that there's nothing they can gain from her and so, the Harbingers shouldn't really worry about her every single time.
The Doctor also dared not to forget how he met her, too. It was an uncanny encounter between his frolic self and a scaredy black cat such as her. That was three years ago if he remembers it clearly - well, he would never forget it and he never will.
No. He just can't do it at all - the most unbelievable thing to happen for a man who bears the name of Il Dottore and is known for his mischief and ruthlessness.
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WARNING
suggestive / dark themes, grammatical / typographical errors ahead, graphic smut, possessiveness, obsessiveness, mentions of drugs, abuse.
this written work is a work of fiction. the characters, events, and any detailed information written in here is nothing but just a product of the author's imagination. any related events in real life is just pure coincidence.
