#( her remembering anything about a past she keeps locked away from her own memories: ewewew- no thanks- )

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MONDSTADT brought back such creeping nostalgia / of memories more so a dream now then ever a reality to The Fair Lady  ( Rosalyne-Kruzchka Lohefalter, however- )  && it left a sickening taste in her mouth. Oh how she relishes in the accomplishment of her mission. To put that pathetic excuse for a God in his place. 

      But it’s like fire in her veins, threatening to submerge her again. Again? 

Her return is not voiced by gloating, nor the smug satisfaction of her success. It’s silent, and COLD, and one wrong look is enough for her to snap. It’s those memories that weren’t hers, but were - of that man’s silhouette that has her heart yearning, and pounding, and ACHING to a point it may burst. It’s a pain she longs to forget. Ones that should be submerged deep within her subconscious; she never remembers his face, or his voice - but since Mondstadt, that fact had begun to disturb her. 

There’s only one she wishes to see right now. Her footsteps upon approaching lack a usual finesse, and her head is bowed; she’s tired, and the numbness that was her being no longer felt clean, or pure ... ugh, she could smell burning flesh. It made her sick. 

Signora kneels by Her Majesty’s feet - god, she feels so weak, and vulnerable; but she can see her like this. There was only one she’d ever allow to see her like this.

❝  An infested city - filled with nothing but vermin.  ❞  And yet, it was once home. It  disgusted her. Dreadful. Why was she remembering all this again? Signora reaches up, and takes hold of her Queen’s hand. Gentle as ever in her actions towards Khioniya, she puts the hand to her face, && sighs.  ❝  I feel dirty.  ❞