#* hmm smthn smthn she chooses who can understand her and who can't. nods.

[phantasmaw]

  〈εїз*〉┊ The little mage takes her time with answering, none too concerned about soothing his incredibly palpable anxieties. First, she runs clawed fingers through her hair. Then, she fusses with the fuzzy cape sprouting around her neck and over her shoulders. Afterwards, she turns around in three careful circles, eyes growing larger and larger as she takes in the towering walls and vaulted ceilings. Only after her antennae flick in his general direction does she seem to notice he’s even there at all. 

      “....░░▓┅░——█?” She smiles, undeterred by his drastic change in appearance. He smells the same, feels the same, but in a different way; like a reflection warped by a ripple. It wasn’t like she could judge anyone for such things, anyway, ghastly sight that she was to most.  “—≡░░█.”

      (tell? tell who what? / we’re just visiting the museum. i’ve always wanted to.)

      Without an ounce of hesitation, she approaches her friend all dressed up like a stranger and grabs his hand. Such large claws should hurt, but they’re soft to the touch, as if covered in a layer of velvet. She looks up at his face in earnest. 

      “▓░┅┅▀▤░░≡?”

     (did you come at night because people aren’t supposed to see you either?)

THE WARMTH IN HIS CHEST starts to spill wildfire-hot into his cheeks . he had been certain that nobody was around ; that micah and candle had safely put themselves to bed and deep sleep before he quietly snuck off in order to use his vision and transform . with a warning issued beforehand to mondstadt's knights , the challenge of another heist has already begun --- yet he gapes at his fresh witness as much as she might have been gaping right back at him through the dark . ' c-candle ? ' it's all too damning , in more ways than one . what was she doing here ?! had she seen everything ?! had she followed him ?! and if she had , then why , for how long --- had she always been bearing some sort of suspicion ?! there was no reason for the legendary phantom thief dark to know her name ; to plainly , obviously recognize her with the same shade of stark crimsons daisuke had been born with . his hands nevertheless lift to his face . even with a vision that could change things like his height or his voice , there was no mistaking the frantic , innocent way he always spoke . ' no --- no ! you're not going to tell , are you ?! ' anybody but micah , at least ! knowing dark and the other's relationship --- ( oh , good grief . we're really in it now , daisuke ! ) // @carnivorarium