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You breathed heavily, shaking, wiping the access of of puke from your mouth.
A sob leaves you, as the white haired woman helps you up.
"Now, now, love." she whispers, pushing some hair behind your ear. "There is no reason to cry about this."
She waits a bit until you calm down, soothingly rubbing your back. "Here we go, that's better." she kisses the crown of your head. "Now, I'll make the bed ready, and you get cleaned up, hm?" she looked at you a bit expectingly.
"Yes, Arlecchino."
A rare smile formed on her lips, it looked odd with her deep set brows, a bit cruel with the sligthly upturned eyes. But to you it looked adorable. Don't let her know though, everyone knows she is a proud woman, who's main focus certainly wasn't 'adorable'. She left the room, though her touch still lingered on you and you wished she was still there to hold you. Sometimes you thought that it was her favorite activity, with how often she let her hands wander in public. You were pushed out of your thougths as you felt something coming up again, though it was quickly gone with a deep breath.
"Damn it." you swear, after washing out your mouth, spitting the nasty remnants of your last meal, or rather, what was left of it out. You closed the toilet seat and flushed, abandoning the disgusting smell of stomach acid and what not.
Your bones are heavy when you open the door, nearly to heavy to bear, but then your Knave catches you.
"I just got finished, wanted to see how you are doing."
You hide in her chest. "I'm shitty..."
"Understandable." she took your hands, and led you to the bed. In your mind it looked comedic, maybe even a bit absurd. The fourth Fatui harbinger, your lover, layed you, a sick mess into bed. Making sure she wasn't hurting you with her taloon like nails, as she put your head down, it stayed there awkwardly for a while, before moving to your cheek.
"Don't you still have paperwork to do?"
She shock her head as she layed down next to you, pulling your head under her chin, pulling the blanket up until it reached yours. "Did it all yesterday after you fell asleep...I had a feeling."
"A feeling?" you crocked a brow, looking up at her now.
She simply nodded. "You got quickly exhausted in the last few days, doll, your pulse was quicker than usual and you were quickly iritated, as for annoyed by the children."
She said it all in such a calm tone, it left you a bit dumbstruck. "Oh."
"Yes, oh." she chuckled darkly, tugging you under her chin again. You felt her hands going up and down your back, when all of a sudden you shivered, and gooseflesh spread across your skin, she knew what to do rigth away, warming up her body with help of the Pyro vision.
"How very convenient." you cuddled closer, bringing your leg over hers, having your hands pull her closer, a humm escaped you, you were still cold of course, but it slowly fated, being replaced by her warmth while she played with the ends of your hair.
"Aren't you afraid of getting sick?"
"Pyro vision, dearest. Thus, I've been working here so long, I'm practically immune." you chuckled at her attempt of a joke. Silence spread across the room shortly after, silence in which she stood up to take her jacket of. You drew circles into the flesh of her arm, feeling warm, maybe a bit to hot, but it was supposed to be like this. It didn't take long until you closed your eyes, with the warmth, and her gentle caress, you simply couldn't refuse Atleast until someone knocked on the door.
You stirred awake, looking over her shoulder.
"Who is it?" you nearly shock together at how quickly she changed her tone into something deeper, stricter, it was an interesting contrast to her touch, really.
"F- father?" it was dull, but you'd recognize that voice anywhere.
"Lyney." you croacked out. Arlecchino looked at the door for a second, a crease in her brow, she was licking her lips. Then she kissed you on the head, before standing up and recovering her jacket from the foot of the bed, neatly folded as always.
"I'll be back soon, don't run away."
You smiled as she leaned forward to kiss your forehead, before leaving the room. She didn't look as composed as always, Lyney would notice, her hair had strands hanging out of it, and her pants were a bit wrinkly, she wasn't wearing her shoes. Your smile continued as you listened to their rather silent voices, coming from the small sliver that was left open.
"Mother isn't feeling to well." Arlecchino explained, she could be so cold despite her occasional warmth.
"Oh..." the young boy said "Does that mean she will not be able to come to our magic show?"
"I'm afraid so."
An uncomfortable silence stretched between the two individuals, and you could only blink, and sigh, before standing up yourself. You always had to do everything yourself, though before you could reach the door, Arlecchino was already on it.
Her eyebrows furrowed when she saw that you were standing, and she quickly covered you from Lyneys view, Lyney who still stood in front of the door.
"You should go. I insist."
She took your hands, a crease appeared between her eyebrows.
"I'm fine, I swear." you said, while slowly swinging to the rigth, Arlecchino catched you, furrowing a brow. Her hand massaged the flesh on your waist.
She stared at you for some time, you crocked your head in a sligth pleading motion. Then a sigh. "Alrigth, but you will have to stay in bed, and here-"
She took the vision on her back in a swift motion, it was small compared to her hand. You stared at it for a few seconds, perplexed. Arlecchino continued to extent it. You brushed her hand as you carefully picked it up, pressing it gently to your heart. It was warm, and could just like her, made you melt away.
"Now come on, I don't wanna see those kind of stars in your eyes."
You smiled tiredly as she then hushed Lyney away, and led you back to bed.
"Call for me if there's anything you need, alrigth?"
Oh, look at the Knave, the wolf in sheep's clothes that kisses you gently on the lips when you don't feel well, but who also would destroy you when she had the permission. How very funny, isn't it? You put your whole hand around her vision, grabing it as if it could be ripped out of your hands this very second. "I will." you promise. "Just tell me how it was."
She leans down, giving you a kiss on the lips. "I promise." she lingers for a few more seconds, having her forehead touch yours, before picking herself up, and leaving, but not before sparing you a glance when she closed the door. The warmth of her vision enveloped you quickly after that, just in the rigth way, and you fell asleep, knowing she'd put her arms back around you once the show was finished and that she'll tell you how great the children did.