She was a cold hearted, strict fatui harbinger. The father running the house of the hearth ever since she had been 17, her life nor mind held space for anything involving relationships that strayed from relationships she had to hold up due to working or her kids.

She couldn't even remember how or why you had suddenly stumbled into her life. A moment of weakness she'd blame it on. A moment that had held on for quite a while now. She had agreed to a so called relationship, the first she ever truly had.

And despite her tough and strict demeanor she was a whole mess when it came to you. Unsure of what to say or do when alone with you, fumbling her words as if she was speaking a foreign language the first time. A whole mess simply because of you being around.

Arlecchino straightly forbid public affection. Claiming holding hands would make her look weak if caught by other fatui agents. No one was supposed to know she held feelings. Even if one might say it was because she'd hold your hand a bit too tightly and close to herself. Not that she'd admit.

Dates were under the disguise of 'formal meetups', as she referred. Something you had learned to live with quickly. Meeting up in front of one of Fontaines coffee shops, almost freezing on the spot as you hugged her for a greeting, gently shoving you off, touch light enough to not work if you didn't move yourself. And you could've sworn her nose was just a tad more pink.

"Ah don't be so overeager now. It's simply some coffee.."