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Sweet Annoyance:
i request thee
?
did something happen?
Sweet Annoyance:
the threads of fate call for mine attention
you've been typing for a while. Where does it hurt?
Sweet Annoyance:
in the light of mine ailment i have come to the conclusion that i am unable to perform the mortal act of functioning with such pains from my royal blood thus the prinzessin will proceed to drift from this world into the depths of sinning heaven.
…
I'll block you fich
oh wait it's that time
Sweet Annoyance:
thou would be so bold to declare such laughable acts, dear emissary
Sweet Annoyance:
Lady Megistus?
I'm coming over with some pain killers don't fret, where's Oz?
Sweet Annoyance:
my familiar hast duties separate from his royal duties to attend to
and you didn't you tell him?
Sweet Annoyance:
Oz is aware…
lemme guess you tried to hide it from him
Sweet Annoyance:
it wasn't this bad this morning…
I'm in the hallway. Did you get your hot bottle or heating pad?
Sweet Annoyance:
no
it's uncomfortable to move
okay I have my key so don't even think about getting up Fischl
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Mona wasn't sure why she was surprised to see Fischl buried under her comforter, completely covered and curled into a ball. Was she expecting Fischl to be laying down peacefully? Hair perfectly let down and blonde silk strands fanning around her head as if she were a princess awaiting some true love's kiss from some princely wandering pervert? No, of course not; but she didn't think she'd find the girl in a fetal position repeatedly quivering.
She sighs, what was she expecting anyways.
The astrologist makes her way to the lump under purple, star stained blankets and places a glass of water on the bedside drawer along with the painkillers and hot water bottle she took from the blonde's closet. Mona gently shakes the lump, stirring annoyed squeaks and groans. "At least uncover your face, I know it warm but the air in there has got to be stifling.'' She reasons.
Fischl groans, clearly in agreement but nonetheless not moving.
The two stay there in silence, with the occasional movement from the blonde as she finds a more comfortable position.
Reasonably, Mona sighs impatiently. Then, she tugs the blankets off the younger streamer.
"Hey!!" Fischl complains trying to swipe back the edge of the blanket; Mona huffs and pulls it back further out of reach of the blonde, she didn't expect the girl to try and kick her though and out of panic she accidentally released the covers only for the sneaky archer to take it. Quickly, Mona pulls back the blanket again just in time to prevent Fischl from covering herself once more. "Mona!" she shouts, sitting up to tug the blanket back.
Not really thinking about it, the astrologist climbs onto the bed and wrestles the blanket from the girl. "I got you a hot bottle, Fischl! Let yourself breathe for goodness sake!"
"No." The blonde remarks defiantly. "How dare thee-!" Mona cuts her off by victoriously ripping the sheets from the archer's unsurprisingly strong grip— the blankets are completely fine— and puts her hands on the girl's shoulders forcing the princess' gaze on her.
"Listen. Her highness is just making herself more uncomfortable in the long run, let yourself breath," she reaches over to grab the hot bottle and pain killers, Mona hands the pleasantly warm pad to Fischl who gently takes it from her. "here. I also got you water, it's room temp so as to not further upset you."
Fischl pouts. "I'm already upset."
Mona rolls her eyes as she pops open the bottle of painkillers. " Yes, well, cramps tend to do that." She remarks. Fischl hums when she takes the pill from her friend and moves to take it, she is interrupted by her senior. "Ah, wait let me get the water."
"No need. I don't require the liquid, be satisfied as I accept thy offering, in the momentum of this wretched worl- uggh.." She groans suddenly, Mona internally face palms as she watches Fischl immediately knock back the painkiller in response to the possibly sharp cramp, without water, which bothered her a bit, but nonetheless the suffering girl took the medicine. Mona gently smooths out the wrinkles that appeared on Fischl's sleeved nightgown over her shoulder.
"Better? It'll be more tolerable in a bit." Fischl pouts.
She lays herself down, head turned to look at the astrologist. "You act like this is the first I've dealt with this, like you're my mom or something." she comments, too tired to carry on.
Mona cringes at that, she immediately shakes her head. "Do not say that- please stop." She sets down the bottle and settles more comfortably in the spot where she sits.
"Thou awaketh a neglected tale originating from the depths of the darkest crevices in mine brilliant mind, once upon many nights-" Mona lightly pats her head, perhaps with the intention of a light smack but ultimately held back. "meanie…"
"Yeah, yeah." Mona let's Fischl take her hand closest to her side, even rubbing small circles into the blonde's hands to hopefully further comfort her. "Can this royal servant aid her princes- Prinzessin in any way?" Mona watches Fischl push back enough of her hair to reveal pretty heterochromatic eyes, the double majorer side eyes her.
"Do my law papers that's due Wednesday?" she asks, a look of feigned hope almost convincing the astrologist to agree.
"two days- Absolutely not. Anything within my abilities?"
"Rest with me then, slumber beside your highness." Fischl smoothly orders, and well Mona is completely capable —and willing— to do so; not without playfully grumbling as she releases her hair from it's ties then lifting the blankets to slide in besides her friend —the thought of simply calling her a friend is heart squeezing enough, how is she to explain to the stars above that the ones in the two different colored skies (specifically green and purple) call out to her more even when hidden behind the closed lids of the dork in front of her; what then will she confess to those guides in the sky? that she's fallen for the temptation of the hidden stars within the self-proclaimed sinner? she might have to— and once Fischl opens her eyes again the two review each other's features. They were long past the point of studying the other, but neither needed to know that about the other, even though they do know… and are unaware that the other knows. They settle besides each other, the shared warmth between the two and the couple layers of blankets and the hot bottle makes the moment all the more toasty along with the light breathing shared between the two, and maybe a little bit late to realize that Fischl's bed isn't small; so why were they so close together almost fitting into each other like puzzles or drawing even closer each passing minute like closer enough magnets?
Fischl gives in and scoots in closer, mumbling something along the lines of "warm" and "don't say anything" that fairly confuse the astrologist as she was anything but warm. Cool possibly but her vision made it quite difficult to be warm; Mona unclips the offending vision that fell behind her shoulder, she turns over, away from Fischl, to put the thing on the drawer, this elicits a noise of annoyance from her. "Mona, what in the-" when Mona does turn back over, their faces are much closer than expected causing both girls to freeze.
oh.
Maybe it wasn't within her capabilities to rest beside the shorter girl, she didn't need to read the stars to tell that she would not be able to return to sleeping in her own bed, the lonely bed in her own apartment, the too far apartment on the floor two levels down if this continued any longer.
"You smell like petrichor…" Fischl stammers out, face and neck and ears flushed redder than the roses on her desk.
The red in her own cheeks starts to annoyingly burn and remind her that Fischl can definitely see her own flush too. "Petreecore?... Is that a good thing?"
Fischl tucks her head under Mona's chin and charmingly murmurs. "Definitely."
"Oh." she dumbly says.
Was her heart beating too fast? Too hard? Was her breathing irregular? Could Fischl even hear this? Hear her thoughts or the fury of joy and worry and affection she holds because of the eccentric nerd in her arms- oh… her hair smells like pine and vanilla.
If Mona lets her mind relax, she would be able to smell the dust from books that Fischl probably poured over in the library or from her personal collection or the scent of wood from the plentiful hikes the girl loved to partake in when not work-studying or busy with streaming, perhaps even the milk tea the blonde bragged about making herself during last night's call before Fischl promptly passed out after finishing the drink and getting in bed while still on call (not like Mona didn't stay on call anyway and fell asleep soon after, of course not).
Wait, today's Monday.
"Don't you have a stream in two hours? Would you like me to push it back for you? I'm sure Paimon and Oz will understand." Mona voices her realization, taking her phone and opening up Fischl's Vtuber account on Chipper. Fischl softly whines in response, instinctively grabbing on to her; Mona uses her free hand to rub soothing shapes onto Fischl's back. "You okay?" she asks gently.
Fischl snuggles further into Mona. "It's fine, but say that their Prinzessin may decide to instead host a Chipper space rather than stream Cult of Lamb if I don't recover." Mona nods, refusing to use her other hand as she struggles to type out the announcement and as she posts it the responses and attention are immediate.
'What's happened?' 'I hope you feel better!' floods the comment section along with hearts and rechirps. A peculiar thread catches her attention however.
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Nemui Kami🎭🔭|commissions open!!|: @nemuikami
replying to @prinzessin.der.verurteilung
I'm sure nyx is taking care of our highness.
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heterophobia in my eyess: @bingusbong
replying to @nemuikami
of course I'd see you here with that shlnyx agenda
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Nemui Kami🎭🔭|commissions open!!|: @nemuikami
replying to @bingusbong
ms lady you introduced me to shlnyx??
you're pfp is literally form that one shlnyx stream
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heterophobia in my eyess: @bingusbong
replying to @nemuikami
the way that doesn't even begin to narrow shit down😭
ne ways Nyx and Fischl are totally with each other, Fischl never chrips anything that short
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Tossing her phone to the side, Mona inconspicuously hugs Fischl closer, as per usual the blonde was as warm as ever. Maybe because of the miniscule sparks that danced across the electro holder's hair causing the occasional hair strand to stick up with static, Mona uses the closest hand to brush it down. "Why are you wearing your electro vision?"
Fischl doesn't answer. Her breathing is soft and slow, hitting the base of Mona's neck and collar; the astrologist sighs and brushes some blonde hair behind red flushed ears. Would it be rude of her to bully Fischl while she whimpered from the occasional cramp? probably.
Was she insane for daydreaming then and there about kissing the nerve in her arms till both of their faces hurt? oh definitely.
Was it impossible to achieve? no. She could ask Fischl, who was still awake, not that Mona knew that (even though she could very much tell, denial and "self-control" plagued both parties)
'Idiot.' they both think.