Boy it's just that we are all gay and that comes with an awareness the hets would dream of— /J
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@magrezhisser.bsky.social
𝘞𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 || 25+ ✑ by Dromi.
"Somehow it wouldn't surprise me if it was you who released it."
“… Some sort of airborne aphrodisiac is seizing the masses. How unsightly.”
"Ah, you don't understand. The access is blocked." Pierro tried to get up again, but Hroptatyr's hand stops him. He growls because of that. "Hroptatyr, stop doing that. Help me up and I'll take you there." Stubborn, Pierro pushed his hand away and got rid of the sheets, slowly »
A hand found the other man's chest, gently pushing him backwards. " Don't overexert yourself. I'll use your alchemy table, if that's alright. After consuming the tonic, your strength should return slowly but steadily. "
Pierro propped himself on the bed with the help of the pillows, just to get a closer look. He looks a bit puzzled. "I have an alchemy table." He tries to get up, but the pain impedes him. "ugh..."
Hroptatyr made eye contact with his old friend, then nodded. " Yes. Anything you need. I'll make you a tonic, for starters. To help your injuries heal faster so you can leave the bed sooner. " He offered a small smile.
Come on, it's been 500 years. He knows her Majesty to a degree. And for example, compliments weren't taken that seriously. That would make him chuckle, though he didn't. "I suppose that seeing yourself under that lens has stirred something within you, am I right?"
...! [ anastasya wasn't supposed to get a bit 𝘫𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 from that statement... yet, there isn't anything she could simply refute... well, ] I suppose it was only 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦 of my new court assistant to see through it. I thank you for your valuable input, pierro. [ she is faltering for once. ]
"I saw the portrait your assistant commissioned. You were most adorable as a Domovoy, my lady."
... I wish not to 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 people, but I suppose it can't be helped... not when I am the 𝒕𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒂 ruling this place... and also an 𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒏.
"I try not to..." He coughs once more. But this time is less intense. He leaned on Tartaglia, and helped himself to his feet once again. "Just gather everyone where I said and come back. Things will probably get worse before they start getting better. And if Sandrone asks about me, ignore her."
When the Director collapsed onto his knees , into a coughing fit against the side of his desk , Tartaglia made his way over . He knelt down beside him , hoping to figure out if there was something he could do to help . " Pierro - " His tone matched the concern written across his face . 【✩】
The touch of his hand makes his brows tremble and furrow, and the man finally wakes up. "Hroptatyr...?" He asks, voice weak and cracked. "Have you come... to help me?"
Golden beads gaze down at the older man, studying his features as his hand is removed. No fever detected. " Eftirvit ... ? " he dares to speak up. It pains him to see his old friend like that. He sits on the ege of the bed, reaching out again. Stroking grey locks tenderly.
This damn kid— "Hey! You still have to come back and collect your... ahhh, whatever. Nevermind." He let the young man go, pinching his brow.
I'm more insulted that you thought I wouldn't. (He smiles, relieved. Mitya finds it hard to ever be angry with Pierro, and it seems it was his misunderstanding, anyway.) Hm... So you already issued the order. (Mitya contemplates. His brows increasingly furrow as realization dawns.) +
Pierro fell on his knees, covering his mouth as he keeps coughing, leaning his shoulder against Tartaglia's desk as he seems unable to stop. When the fit finally ends, the man takes a deep breath, retiring his hand from his mouth. The glove is soaked in bright red blood. "Damn it..." »
" . . . ? " Another confused sound escaped from the Eleventh , matching the look on his face . " I'm just going to assume something very suspicious appeared in the sky after the most recent events ? " He really didn't like the sound of that - but he wouldn't question the orders given to 【✩】
He's not feverish. Which is worse. No symptoms to be treated, no problem to be seen, yet the man is consuming himself. But the hand in his forehead eases the wrinkle on his forehead, and his lashes flutter, though not entirely awake.
Brows furrow in evident concern. He removes one of his gloves and presses a hand to the man's forehead, feeling his temperature. Hroptatyr may not be able to cook, but he can definitely concoct a medicinal tonic, or something along the lines. His own fatigue is entirely forgotten now.
He was already fast asleep. Actually, he's been sleeping almost all day, barely able to move out of the bed. He looks paler than ever, and his cheeks are a little sunk.
Yawn. He's suddenly tired. Maybe there's space for one more in @magrezhisser.bsky.social's bed. ✨
"What are you into... I suppose you don't pretend to get into a chymical marriage with me now?"
Oops. Did I say that out loud ? 💧
"I suppose if you take a good look out of the window you'll notice several "urgent situations" hanging from the sky..." He notices he's getting better at dark humor and doesn't like it. He's supposed to be serious, damn it. "Once you have gathered everyone there, I want daily reports about »
" Of course ; I'll get started as soon as possible . " Oh , he didn't like the sound of that . Just when he thought he'd finally catch a break from work . " How urgent is the situation ? "
He helped himself inside. He did not sit, though. "I want you to get back to Liyue and move every agent deployed there to the Chasm."
" ? " A soft sound of confusion escaped him as he turned his gaze from the book in his hands towards the door . " No , I'm not busy ; come on in . "
Whew, he understood. That was what he wanted him to reach by himself, but Mitya apparently preferred to throw a fit instead of turning to logic. "I'm glad you are decided to take part in this new crisis. Very well." He carefully takes a piece of paper form the stack and pulls the cap of his »
(It's comical, really. Mitya had just sat down, all dejected and intending to listen - but Pierro's words gave him 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦. He shoves his hands on the desk and comes to a stand, eyes wide.) You don't mean to say... (This has to be off the record, or else he would have been reassigned directly.) +
Heavily knocks on @ofhydroheart.bsky.social's door. "Are you busy?" How funny, though. THE director being the one going to a Harbinger's office.
"I am holding on as you see, my lady." He straightens up, though the pain makes him stumble. He leans on the staff again, sighing. "I am afraid the worst is yet to come in that respect. But how am I going to leave my men unattended during the next crisis? I can't just lie down and watch the »
I predicted as much . I cannot blame their restlessness; we know that this 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘺 is still the starting point . [ anastasya's eyes remained 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 , yet her mind is bustling with different thoughts , each of them worrying about what'll happen to
Ahh... Hope truly makes people run faster than despair. What an interesting tool.
If he had the means to contact Columbina... But something tells him she won't be very receptive to him or anyone else but her friends.
"My lady, the Fatui are restless. Everybody wants to be deployed somewhere after the recent events in the firmament." He's got himself a staff to lean on while he's still incapacitated from the use of the Eye of the Fatui. Now he truly looks like a mage from the old fantasy tales.
I do 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 that problems pertaining my attention isn't nonsensical , then again , if my subjects wished to entertain a conversation with me regarding certain matters , I can offer an ear .
"The recent anomaly is the main source of our worries right now." He states plainly, interlacing his fingers and resting his chin. "We don't know it's origin, how much of a threat it poses to Snezhnaya, if they are interconnected, or its nature. You are the energy expert, currently assigned to »
(Mitya sits in the chair with an indignant 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘩. He'll listen because he deserves this explanation - but with a critical ear. What does it matter if he's branded a traitor if he's being treated this way? If it's for what they did in Her Majesty's strategy room... No, PIerro already said it +
My poor guy. You are so brilliant and good. I'm so, so sorry. There are things I can't do directly so I need you to put yourself in track.
Pierro pinches the bridge of his nose. Daaamn it, this is not going the way he planned. It's always like this with the energy scientist. "You can't, because the Tsaritsa herself would deem you a traitor if you leave. And that would hurt you and your loved ones a greater deal than if you just »
Oh? And why can't I? (It's a bluff, and they both know it. Project Mistilteinn is 𝘵𝘰𝘰 important. It goes above and beyond any worldly desires - above Mitya's life itself. Pierro's assurance that he isn't punishing him calms his nerves, if only a bit. But Mitya still bites back.) +
"You can't quit." He replies back, voice cold as ice. "There is nothing to reconsider about. Mr. Valeriy is the only operative in the Armory palace that would be able to contain a world-ending threat enough time for us to do something about it." Pierro knows what he's doing is a »
What? Lord Jester, that's - (Outrageous. Mitya is 𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. A dangerous glint catches in his eyes as his face sets in a glare, and he crosses his arms.) Reconsider. Or I'll quit.