..Being married to a Fatui Harbinger wasn’t at all what you thought it was like. Arlecchino, by any means, had not given you any bygone feelings in your relationship — in fact, she favored you over most people, and she had always tried her best for you.

Arlecchino had her face comfortably buried at the crook of your neck, her arms snaked around your waist with passion as she held you close. Today was one of the few days of every two weeks she actually got time off, and she didn’t want to spend her time with anybody else but you. It was sweet, really.

“..Babe, stop moving.” She muttered, smiling against your lipstick stained neck, her fingers tracing patterns on your hips.