‍ ‍‍ ‍‍❝ 𝒫𝐼𝐸𝑅𝑅𝓞 .

I already know the 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒔 . . . 𝐒𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 ── What is the 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒅 ?

NOT having Pulonia IS the character development 🧵 Allain created Pulonia to calculate the world formula. That was his wish. Sandrone, who didn't have any wish of her own, took it upon her to continue after his death. She DIED to give Pulonia the chance to fulfil Allain's wish

jokes on you mihoyo, i am switching their designs ahead of time!!! (because i know they're faking it and this is the real vision of tsaritsa and pierro)

⠀ 𝕴𝕗 ⠀ ・┈ ・ ─ ⠀ 𝑖 𝚆𝘦𝚛𝘦 𝙰͜͡ ⠀ ꒷꒦꒷ ⠀ 𝒛๏𝖒 ✶ 𝕓𝑖ల ⠀⠀🩸⠀⠀⠀ 𝓘’ᗫ 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁⠀⠀ ៸៸៸ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ℮𝛼𝕥𝚈𝝈ʯ𝚛 ⠀ ﹏ ⠀ ◌ ⠀⠀ 𝙱𝚁⍺ ┈ ⵊ𝛈 ⠀ ͏ ͏ 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒

He flinched a little when the other reached out to close the window. Startled, indicating he'd truly been lost in thought as he stared out watching the cold snow fall. He backed away from the window so the other could close it. "Sorry. Nothing, I was just lost in thought."

and i reckon you were considered quite mad for it. ( he perks up at the mention of old photos, causing him to squish a little harder. ) oh? can i see them? better yet, i simply must get copies of my own of these photos.

you understand me a little too well. ( a curious hum, with another squish. ) what did you find ... ? something interesting, i presume?

you've known me long enough to know how to get to me. my trust is not unfounded. ( he chuckles at pierro's request, nodding his head, offering a little squish to his cheeks. ) very well. i'll take the rest of the day off for you, my

hmm ... ( pursing his lips, head tilted. taking a second to fix pierro's hair. ) as much as i like to complain, i truly don't mind. i just need a little convincing, is all. but that won't be hard, if it's you.

i wouldn't blame you if you wanted to be a little selfish. ( once pierro removed his mask, dottore instinctively changes position to better inspect pierro's face; cupping his cheeks, mapping out his features with his thumbs. ) after all, i

ah ... i hope that does not offend you. experiments are an old comfort, i feel out of sorts if i am not working on projects. ( he plants a chaste kiss to pierro's jaw. ) i may have some more free time, soon.

affection does not suit me, but i make an exception for you. ( that feels nice ... eyes closed, relaxed in their little moment. ) ... it allows me to spend more time with you, so it works out in the end.

i suppose it has its merits. ( once settled, he's quite happy to lean into pierro. though, he does pinch him at that remark. ) you seem to really enjoy this, dearest. if i didn't know any better, i'd think you were trying to butter me

mm. i think my prior remarks of you behaving like an overly affectionate puppy still apply. ( with the brief pause, dottore is able to hide his face in the crook of pierro's neck, hands snaking around his torso to keep him put. )

absolutely not. ( eventually lifting a hand up, trying to put it between his poor face and pierro's insistent affection. don't look too closely at his red ears. ) i am——stop that——much too old to be swayed by these things. * 🌀

( folding his arms across his chest. yet, if he were a cat, he'd likely be purring under the attention. ) you know full well what you're doing. and you should also know it has no effect on me.

( deep, deep sigh. closing his eyes; pierro shall not get to him today. ) i didn't mean it like * that ... i said it as a——tch. don't misconstrue my words so readily, dear.

i——what? ( flabbergasted. turning a little pink beneath his mask in shock. ) hmph. you must stop teasing me like this.

* 💢 il dottore, the doctor, second of the fatui harbingers. me.