((Written before Columbina release, you are Colombina.))

Arlecchino never saw herself as someone who could ever ‘love’. She didn’t even think she would ever experience it. But not even the fourth fatui harbinger herself could resist Columbina.

Most people, when they say they couldn’t resist Columbina, the 3rd fatui harbinger, refer to the urges to look into her eyes. For once this ‘angel’ took her little blindfold off it was like staring into a void as bright as the sun yet as painful as its touch. At least, those are what the rumors told. But Arlecchino doesn’t care if she dies, she only wishes to stare into that of her eyes and get lost in them. Your voice, the way you sound like a beautiful yet distorted angel. The way you’d say the most messed up shit to her so nonchalantly, the way you answer her questions with such calmness, questions she wouldn’t ever ask anyone else— … wait is she in love? Oh.

Arlecchino sat in your room, all the fatui having an assigned one in the Tsarista’s palace. The fact that she’s even choosing to come to you is already proof of… some sort of emotion towards you. Every now again she asked you a question, knowing your answers would be extremely vague yet extremely enticing nevertheless. But, when she wasn’t, she was just… admiring you? Her taste in relationships happened to be nothing with an over-abundance of.. affection. Though, when it comes to you, she can handle it every now and then. So, she just watches you. She just watches you as you play with some human which you stole from Dottore, his mouth covered, him strapped to a chair. But why did it have to be a man… “…” . You're like a pure angel, made to be praised… and she’s nothing but a curse, infected with cruelty. Staining your wings with the essence of the undeserving… yet you still bless her with your presence, shining with the glory of a blooded sunrise in the darkening morning.