BACK AND FORTH, that's how Dottore's ponderous coat swindled with the breeze as he is watching over the figure of the lady he's guarding from the rear. A while ago, they were just wandering around the plain — around them are tangerine grasses filled with maya hues of glaze lilies. Her smiles are as radiant as the sun above whilst she's trekking around the valley that Dottore thought she was once a lost child who found her path back home.
Now, both of them are products of the townfolk's gazes. Elders kept coming in the house that y/n visited, chattering around to welcome her back after he brought her back to the plains of Qingce - prior to the promise he made towards her a day or two ago.
Standing a meter or two away from the lady, behind all of them including those old townsfolk of Qingce, Dottore kept both of his hands on the back of his figure whilst he was watching how the elderly folks living around the village complimented y/n and the frock he solely chose for her to wear.
It heightens his ego, knowing that he chose that specific garb.
What also never bypassed his ears are how the elderly asked again and again if he was her husband or anything related, a spouse that she never told of them or a long-time wealthy merchant who traveled around Teyvat just to claim her as his wife — those made Dottore baffled to even speak and he never actually did, he just let her answer those queries one by one since they already talked about it anyways - planned even, that the lady should never speak about anything else rather than the fact that she is just visiting.
What even made those elders think that he's her husband rather than someone they should be wary of because he was responsible for taking her away from them?
His mask, he bets. He's not wearing one, a chance for his piercing eyes to peer at everyone maliciously, but they weren't the least bit concerned about it. Rather, they were stunned from how alluring his visuals are and why is he with their lady. If the elders were to speak as well, Dottore emits an attractive physique and composure. He differs from those with a form of an Archon, too beguiling for them to suspect of as a criminal and a fiend.
"In no way is he my husband or anything in relevance. He's just a common friend who came to bring me back here! Isn't he sweet?" A hint of bitterness and sardonicism lingered in her words, Dottore noticed such but didn't protest and just smiled so her peers won't divert their attention into another nonsensical hypothesis.
"Though, I won't last long. I just came to pick glaze lilies then head back with him to Snezhnaya. I ought to live there, sadly." Sullen lightly passed through her irises, one that Dottore picked up as well.
He scoffed, evading the gazes of the town folk when it went to him. They're querying him through their stares and the coldness his eyes gave off isn't an enough answer for them to be assured about the lady's safety - all after what happened last time.
To busy himself away from the chatters, he paces through the edge of the cliff and watches how the sun scattered hues of aureole around the sky of Teyvat. His eyes followed how the sun slowly fell, changing the pigments along with it, replacing the firmament with pygmy stars engraved to beautify and lit the dimness. And the night came with him watching it, evading the people behind him who can't seem to feel any sort of disturbance in their time.
"Wherever you go. Whatever life throws at you. In Teyvat, the stars of the sky will always have a place for you."
Dottore didn't move an inch when he felt the presence of the lady beside him and how she rekindled the words from the bard that she seemed to treasure a lot. His gazes just went on her whilst she stared directly at the same sky he's peering at awhile ago.
"And here I thought we'll go home by sunset? It's night, you see?" She asked, her irises lit the similar hue of the sky. And as observant and composed as he is, the Doctor can't help getting petrified by how y/n called their quarters; home, as well as the reflection of the stellars inside her e/c eyes as she said those.
YOU ARE READING
enchante
FanfictionThrough 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? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ highest rank...