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Lisa had always been skeptical about visions. For all she had studied, and seen with her own eyes, god's were selfish; So why were they giving out a fraction of their power? It seemed too good to be true, it was ominous and it was also quite terrifying.
Being a librarian fit her just fine, thank you. She didn't need to go angering gods and playing with fire. Have you seen the reaction electro has with pyro? It's, well, quite explosive to say the least. She did not have enough of a hero's mindset to go out risking everything with a power guaranteed to backfire on her one day. She was content with staying in the library, it definitely gave her the opportunity to quench her constant thirst for knowledge. It guaranteed being undermined by people outside of the acting grandmaster's circle. Which should indefinitely piss her off, (it does, a little) but the advantages of being seen as a mere librarian outweigh her feelings on the matter.
Of course anyone of high ranking in the knights of Favonius knew that Lisa was one of, if not the most powerful catalyst users they had to spare. Unfortunately, great power came with great responsibility, this is something she knew too well, and something she would like to avoid. She really didn't really enjoy the idea of being used, not by this country, or by anyone for that matter.
After all, Lisa's loyalty had never lied with Mondstadt, but with Jean.
If the dandelion knight had somehow become an outlaw in the land she had served with her life on the line, Lisa would run with her. No questions asked. This probably wouldn't come as a surprise to Jean, they were dating and the brunette never failed to make her adoration for her girlfriend clear as crystal. If there was some person that knew their inner thoughts well enough, they may say it was rather ironic.
Jean was everything Lisa was afraid of being.
Lisa really did adore everything about Jean, especially that aspect of her. She liked-- no, loved the way Jean was so passionate about Mondstadt, loved the way Jean shouldered her responsibility with her chin held high, loved the way she struck with her sword, loved the amount of pure compassion she held in her lithe body.
Hated how it threatened to take her away, hated how often Jean had to leave her alone, hated the weight that Jean had to carry.
Sitting together in the library with the blonde was like therapy for Lisa, it wasn't often she got to spend time with the acting grandmaster like this, with unburdened hearts and quiet minds.
She had to savour it before someone stole her away--
She had jinxed it, the library door slammed open with an obnoxious amount of force that startled that sleeping beauty resting on her shoulder awake from her slumber. Lisa would be sure to restate that the rules of the library applied even in times of emergency.
You would think that because this happened so often it would make it easier to let her go. In some ways it did, Jean had come back every time, it was somewhat reassuring. The question still remained, what if she didn't? The librarian had felt increasingly anxious recently, abyss order attacks becoming more and more frequent.
Eyes panickily studying her girlfriend's figure, eyes darting around with nerves. Just this once, she wanted to be selfish, she missed Jean, she was worried.
Without thinking Lisa stands and follows Jean to the front doors. In turn, Jean tilts her head questioning. "Lisa, you're coming?" No, of course she wasn't going, she never went.
The brunette shakes her head, denying the notion. Jean looks adorably confused, she smiles worriedly and looks around for any threat. "Is there something wrong then? I know you're capable of taking care of yourself, but you know I would try and help at least.." She trails off, murmuring, affection pooling in her tone.
Lisa laughs softly. "It's not that," she doesn't mean to sound helpless, but she can't help it when she asks. "What am I supposed to do while you're gone?"
Jean frowns. "What do you usually do when I'm gone?"
Jean's powder blue eyes, filled with concern are boring into hers. Lisa grabs the hand her girlfriend has placed on the hilt of her sword, prepared to dash out of the Favonius HQ. So willing and ready to risk everything; So unlike herself.
She smooths Jean's hand out and brings it up to her lips to press a kiss against her palm, whispering.
"Wait for you to get back."
It's all she could do, as she watched Jean's retreating figure.