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Arlecchino | To Complete A Family.

I'm assuming she's 25, you're 23. (I think of the house of the Hearth to be a giant mansion)

(⚠️ This is somewhat like the fall to insanity ⚠️)

Yukiko's P.O.V

For as long as I could remember I'd been infatuated with Arlecchino.

The type of infatuation that drowns your soul, so that, in time, the only thing you can think about is the person you're infatuated with.

The only thing I could think about was what it would be like to kiss her, to feel her, to be enveloped with her curse and wrapped in it, burning away but somehow still loving her, over and over, because I know she's made me burn up and forget, but I still remember.

I still remember how much I fucking want her.

And she knows how bad it is.

I put down the pan, groggily making my way to the fridge. I had barely eaten. I didn't want to eat. Over and over I want her and want her until it consumes me and every one of my instincts.

I was a mercenary once, but I'm not supposed to remember.

I was a Sister once, but I'm not supposed to remember.

I've been everywhere and nowhere and inside I know it. This vision that I cling onto, this Cryo vision that I can no longer remember how I got it, shows that I came from Mondstat. I can't even remember how I met her but from then on I've wanted her, when I was a kid I knew I couldn't understand it.

The only thing that won't be burned away is my punishments.

Whoever I was living with didn't like that I loved a girl. It was wrong. No matter how many times I was beaten or hurt I didn't understand what was so wrong with it, and I never will, because I want nothing more than I want her.

The egg fell out of my hands and onto the stone floor, shattering and flowing in between the cracks. My soul was cold. I needed her flame again.

I stared down at the egg on the floor for what seemed like forever before finally cleaning it up. The Children. The House of the Hearth. Everything I should be a part of but she won't let me in.

Because it'd be strange. Calling me one of her Children but yet I'm so infatuated with her.

I cracked an egg onto the pan, watching the whites turn from clear to white. I'm not myself when I'm away from her. When I'm around her I know who I am, what I'm supposed to be, but away from her I'm fucked, I'm so derived of personality that I can't even cook an egg right.

I flipped it over, longing to place my hand on the pan to feel the burn of it, to feel at least a little closer to her.

I put the egg on the plate and stared at it, stared for a long time, but I grabbed a fork and ate it while it was still hot.

Bottled flames.

The bottled flames would burn me up because I wanted to forget before.

But now I know that it will never work.

I felt my long silvery white hair drape over my chest, my icy eyes set on the flames, still coming from the stove. I put it out before slowly turning away from it. Every day has been the same. Over and over.

I heard a knock on my door, freezing in place before gingerly walking over to it. I could feel it then. The heat from beyond the door. I could feel my pulse heighten as a smile took over my face. She's here. She's on the other side of the door. I didn't feel obsessive anymore. I knew that wasn't who I was. But something in me longed for her so badly my soul tore apart trying to find her.