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ᅟᅟ( 𝒓iense speaks of 𝒇reedom, lingering still even past the 𝖍orrors of the 𝖆byss that lurk in the shadows. his hands 𝒘eep in blood beneath his gloves, & yet he pushes on. )

ᅟᅟ"would cause hunts to be set out, my lord."

ᅟᅟ( the 𝒃ishop can be seen sat beneath the 𝒔ymbol of 𝒎ondstadt's 𝖍ero, surrounded by a group of believers from nearby spots, each person listening to his words intently. )

ᅟᅟ"well, you will have to explain the 𝒃ishop's disappearance to our nuns, 𝒍ord 𝖉valin."

ᅟᅟwell, i have come across one of my favourite deities. ( he grins, brushing behind his ear. )

ᅟᅟit is a good one today. you are quite 𝒘elcome upon our 𝒄athedral, 𝒎iss. . ?

ᅟᅟhm. . . well enough. how about you?

ᅟᅟ( a little bow of his head. )

ᅟᅟah, 𝒈ood 𝒎orning, 𝒎iss. how was your night?

⠀ ⠀ 𝓗𝗘𝗜𝗥⠀𝕺𝗙⠀𝕾𝗘𝗜Ð𝗥 ;⠀〔 𝕭𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗥 . 〕 𝒘eight 𝒐f 𝒕he 𝒘orld 𝒚ou're 𝒖nder – 𝒍et 𝒆verything 𝒇utile 𝒃urn 𝒂sunder ; 𝒉exenzirkel's 𝒔corching 𝒔cion of 𝒇ire. ⠀ ⠀

ᅟᅟthe 𝒃ishop rises.

ᅟᅟ( moving closer, hands brushing along his hair before chuckling. ) 𝒈ood morning, 𝒍ord 𝖉valin.

ᅟᅟ( petting head. )

ᅟᅟ𝒈ood 𝒎orning, 𝒕eyvat.

ᅟᅟwell. . . would you like to 𝒋oin me, then? ᅟᅟ( his gaze falls open, observant of the other as his 𝒗isage remains warm despite his efforts. )

ᅟᅟa chortle abandons the man, placing his pouch of seeds into his pocket before offering a light nod. how very 𝒑erceptive. ᅟᅟ"yes, i was. few 𝒎ondstadtians who were 𝒆nrolled in the 𝒔pantamad darshan in my time."

ᅟᅟ( there is something about being under that 𝒌nowing stare that makes the 𝒃ishop shiver, eyes falling closed as he hums, trying to 𝒔chool his tone back to its natural shade. ) ᅟᅟtoday, if it is possible? i don't quite know the 𝖋ortress' schedule. . .

temporary pinned ( 📌 ). sofiya ， aged ten ， she ／ her pronouns. adoptive daughter of il capitano ， the esteemed first harbinger. snezhnayan born ， pyro blessed. unknown terminal illness ， first of its kind.

ᅟᅟi must apologise for my arrival. i was under the impression your guards had warned you, 𝒚our 𝒈race. ᅟᅟi come to discuss upon leading a day of prayer for the people in 𝒎eropide.

ᅟᅟ( by the time he returns, 𝒓iense is seated elegantly by the large desk in his office, hands folded upon his lap as he returns his focus to the 𝒅uke, a smile rising. his features still carry the soft 𝒓osy along his cheeks -- he won't forget the sight for a 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆. )