#okay viktoriya tell us how u really feel i guesS?

[heldvisionsarch]

❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . [ diluc to vik ]

it is a beautiful afternoon, and bianka adler is roaming the cobbled streets, loyal doll companion in hand one hand, and empty mora sack in the other.

her parents, once more- are already drinking away the paltry allowance they had swore on barbato's lyre they'd give to her- even though she hadn't counted on them giving her any mora, she also hadn't expected them to take her own small, hidden stash of hard earned coin as well.

it'd be a hungry night if she can't get any mora, and even the city itself seems to be taunting her- especially as she comes to a standstill in front of the bakery. her mouth waters, as she stares blankly at the breads and pastries in the window, wishing, wanting.

the baker's wife drives her away from the window after a few minutes- and the older woman sneers, tells her to come back when she's a paying customer. as bianka is chased away- she catches a glimpse of familiar ominous red hair leaving the shop, and decides to run faster.

bianka easily navigates the city, weaving in and out of the alleyways, and sidepaths- and she finally arrives bring her to her favorite fountain- out of the city watch's patrol path- and out of the way in general and nestled in the wealthiest neighborhood in mondstadt.

she can't hop into the fountain with too much vigor, it makes her head dizzy. but she splashes in the cool water, plucking the glittering mora from the bottom of the pool and putting it away in her coinpurse, the accumulated grime of living in a treasure hoarder camp running off into the water and swirling around her, cleaning her.

once's she's completely cleaned the fountain of coin, she lays on her back floating in the shallow water- she sings a song, half remembered from sneaking in and sitting in on the services at church. that voice- unskilled and untrained, but with overwhelming potential, echoes off the cobblestones and walls like a birdsong- and her eyes closed, obliviously immersed in the simple notes she sang.

at least, until someone blocks her sunlight. the song dies on her lips as she opens her eyes to see the unwelcome face looming over her.

diluc ragvindr is a bully, in bianka's jaded view. too cowardly to stop the gaggle of wealthy children who suck up to him and his family to curry favor with one of the most influential clan in mondstadt- easily pushed into acting in cruelty, and now he's staring down at her with those owlish red eyes, and she sits up- dress sopping wet, and pink hair clinging to bianka's face.

her stomach growls, loud enough to be heard over the burbling fountain. they keep look at each other. she rises ot her feet, hands curled into a ball, ready to defend herself- and diluc walks a few paces back from bianka, setting a plate of . . . well it appears to be a poorly put together pile 'em up. it looks like it's coming apart, though.

bianka climbs out of the fountain, and a man's voice calls for diluc- and diluc scrambles away from her- leaving behind an untouched plate of food.

once she picks up the plate, it hits her- it smells ... incredible. it's still warm, even. bianka weighs the pros and cons of eating it, and decides to roll the dice on the plate of hot food, ripping into and wolfing it down like a man possessed. it tastes decidedly far, far better than it looked.

she returns the plate well after the moon has risen and many have gone to bed- practically spotless to a servant's side door of the ragdvindr's city home, pounding three times on the heavy knocker, before dashing away as quickly as she could.

less than a few months after that incident, bianka adler would vanish from mondstadt without a trace, and a young lady named viktoriya passerine would begin the basics of opera training in fontaine- the incident of diluc and his attempt at an pile 'em up forgotten in the songstress's mind, with more of the painful memories remaining.

@resolutepath loud and deafening silence.