The Special Security and Surveillance Patrol Captain. An all-rounder. A detective. A professional sniper — with musket. A skilled fighter. A composed, always in control leader.
A definition of Chevreuse, who appearantly is in a situationship with you, a longtime friend.
It's 5 pm of a peaceful Sunday. Rain poored down softly, creating a chill atmosphere. Chevreuse visited your house to hangout this midday to see you suffering from a very bad fever. She managed to drag you to bed despite you insisting that you weren't done with chores. Chevreuse sat on a nearby couch while you rested. Immersed in a classic book held in her hands, just the usual 'Goodness conquers the bad'. The dark indigo haired woman had always been into this kind of stories, and somehow never gets bored of them.
Her glance shifted to you when she heard you shifting. She then carefully crawled onto the bed.
"Just checking the temperature."
You groggily sat up. Confusion. She can see it written all over your face. Chevreuse always had this overly serious expression and vibe when she's on the clock, but not around this certain friend of hers for some reasons the woman herself isn't aware.