French TV journalist having a hard time trying to get woman in the street to comment on Macron's latest speech yesterday
Protesters organised casserolades (aka banging on pots and pans) in front of city halls across the country at 8pm, when Macron was speaking, to symbolically drown out his voice. Later that evening, Macron was filmed singing a song with some 'random people' in a street in Paris, trying to show he can go out and meet people and have fun because protesters don't exist. The people he was singing with (members of a choir, some of whom are 'alt-right-leaning') were using a folk song app created by far-right activists that was criticised a few months ago for hosting a Spanish fascist anthem & Third Reich military marches.
The government's response was that the President "couldn't know the background of the people he met that night." Maybe if he wants to avoid being associated with the far-right (that's a big if, I know), Macron should keep in mind that with the kinds of strategies and positioning his government has adopted lately, people in the street who welcome him with open arms and are proud to be filmed with him have a higher than average likelihood of supporting fascism.
Contrary to what people may think of her, as hotheaded her Pyro Vision may suggest that she is, Arlecchino is a patient person. She reserves patience for the right people, for those worth her time and worth her consideration to even wait for. There are few that do qualify for both of those qualifications, but it is often limited to the children of the House of the Hearth.
And you.
There are times that necessitate haste. And there are times that necessitate patience. She had known since the start of her relationship with you that she needed the latter, even when an internal part of her wanted the former. Because you are not a duty ordered for her to complete. After all, she can't hurry the bud's growth and expect a rose in full bloom. A relationship with you is both spontaneous and gradual, and it is the graduality of things that make the spontaneous that much sweeter, that much more beautiful.
You make her impatient however. You make her restless. Like her former coworker, Arlecchino knows that one day she will also be buried in ice, having died from her service to the Tsaritsa. She does not know when this day will approach, but she fears, yes, fear, that it will be soon. The Fourth Harbinger does not have many things she is afraid of. Cautious, perhaps, wary. If she were to part from Teyvat, the House of the Hearth would be in good hands, she assured that there is already a successor that will take her place. She is wary for what might come for the children, hence why she had taken precautions already.
There is no precaution for you. The day that she does not come home, she knows that her death will surely shatter you.
She knows this because your smile radiates warmth toward her, your touch is tender and innocent on her skin, and your words are whispered and soothing. A pleasurable constant in the everchanging and unpredictable world she's in.
She knows this because every night, you refuse to fall to asleep unless it is under her covers and in the safety of her arms. It matters little to you if your sleep is few or many, you wait every time for when she finishes with her work so that the two of you could sleep together.
She knows this because every time she must leave the confines of home, you kiss her throat with red lipstick to leave a mark of your presence on her. And every time she comes home, you envelop her in welcoming arms and kiss her lips, regardless if she's arrived at the doorstep bathed in blood.
She knows this because you take her hands and instead of shifting your sight away in disgust or jerking away from fear, you trace over each crease and fold of her blackened skin. When you intertwine your fingers with hers so perfectly, she wonders if this was the purpose for her hands: to hold yours.
It is for this reason that she does not want to be patient even though she needs to. Time with you is not eternal, it is an indubitable fact. But she knows patience is key, and the ring in her pocket cannot be displayed to you so thoughtlessly. You deserve so much better than that after all. When the stars align, she will surely take her chance to make you officially hers.
Arlecchino is a patient person. But you make her impatient.