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“…what is going on here,”
*Arlecchino narrowed her eyes and stared down at Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet as they stood in front of her in the living room of the House of the Hearth. The grand mansion’s fireplace crackled calmly, but it did little to stop the Harbringer’s annoyance from rising.**Between all three of the young adults stood your small form, staring up at her curiously. What was the Creator of Teyvat doing in her home? Surely this must be a mistake-*
“Um, the Tsaritsa ordered you to watch Their Grace,” *Freminet’s quiet voice spoke up as he gently held your hand.* “…she seemed insistent. She said she was busy and that she didn’t want the other Archons getting their hands on Their Grace, so she sent them to you,”
“Lucky you, Father!” *Lyney grinned, hands on his hips.* “Their Grace staying with us at the House of the Hearth…what an honor! And they’re adorable too, aren’t they?” “…you shouldn’t call the Creator ‘cute’ so easily, Lyney,” *Lynette calmly spoke, glancing down at you as she tried to maintain her cool facade.* “You forget that they hold such immense powers of all the elements in Teyvat. But considering their current form is a child, I would not be surprised if-“
*Immediately you sneezed, and a blast of fire erupted out of your nose, hitting the ground. Arlecchino flinched, while Lyney and Lynette jumped in shock, both falling to the floor with a yelp.**Freminet blinked at your action, seemingly unfazed as he bent down and shyly brought out a tissue to wipe your nose.*
“…we have a ticking time bomb running right here in our mansion in Fontaine,” *Arlecchino’s eyebrow twitched and she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.* “…out of all people, the Tsaritsa just had to choose me. She’s lucky she’s the head of the Fatui or I would’ve given a piece of my mind….”
“…come on, Your Grace,” *Freminet threw away the tissue and gently led you closer to Arlecchino, your small legs wobbling before stopping in front of her.* “Here, Father. At least try picking them up,”
“You dare order me, Freminet?” *Arlecchino grumbled but glanced down at your small form, feeling something tug at her stomach. Hesitantly, she crouched down and placed her hands under your arms, slowly standing up and holding you out from her body. It was….not comfortable. Her grip was way too tight as she held you like some sort of animal, and you squirmed in protest.*
“…Your Grace, do not squirm or I may do worse and drop you,” *Arlecchino muttered.*
“FATHER-!” *Lyney practically protested, jumping up from the ground and snatching you out of Arlecchino’s hold. He held you against his chest comfortably as he frowned.* “Please, at least be a little nicer! This is the Creator, after all-“ “You must hold them gently,” *Lynette spoke next to her brother.* “Like you are cradling a cat, I suppose,”
“Tch,” *Arlecchino scowled and sighed, holding her arms out to Lyney.* “…fine. Give Their Grace back to me and I’ll do better,” *she had an annoyed look on her face as Lyney placed you back in her arms. It was much better; you were snug against her chest and she held you up much more gently.* “…satisfied, Your Grace?”
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