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“Do you…” she found herself starting again, before hesitating, because it was of no consequence to her, and Sandrone always followed logic more than anything else. But she was so curious, her gears halting and then erratically speeding up in a pattern she didn’t recognize. She needed to ask, if only to ebb this uneasy and vulnerable feeling away. “...Do you also stay in her room like you do with mine?”
Columbina stopped eating, surprised by the question. She had no idea about the suffocating feeling in Sandrone's chest that accompanied her as she waited for her answer in a bated breath. “No,” she eventually replied. “I only stay in your room, I feel most comfortable here with you.”
Sandrone was a clockwork doll, and Columbina was a moon goddess. Both were living solitary lives before they met, both unable to experience emotions the way ordinary humans could. Yet, somehow, their paths converged and the foundations of everything Sandrone thought she knew crumbled to the ground.
(or, how Sandrone and Columbina learned about love through the centuries.)
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12 Aug 2026
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In the modern day of Teyvat, desires and pent up wishes always come to light at a certain time of the year. A Season that begins and ends, rife with festivities - and an opportunity to acknowledge a self that society may never afford otherwise.
But in House Guillton, theirs was a family of muted desires and clockwork expectations. As the gears and oils of society’s machine, a simple principle of negation was the summation of a Guillton’s desires.
“And I have always known what I don’t want.”
“... So you would only know what you do want, after you lose it?”Bookmarked by merc_ (mercer)
21 Jul 2026
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“If I die—or, once I die,” Sandrone tugs on the collar of her shirt, “you have to tear open my clothes. Imagine a doctor—as much as it pains me to say that—like Dottore performing his experiments. I assume you’ve never faced a real doctor during your time here and out, so unfortunately, we have to stick with the worst possible example.”Columbina frowns at the mention of Dottore, but merely nods in determination at Sandrone’s instruction.
“Go on,” Sandrone offers, her finger tugging her collar further down. “I only ever wear this garb for maintenance day, anyway. There’s pockets everywhere. I’ve been meaning to get into my nightgown all evening.”
Sandrone teaches the Trilune Goddess how to save her life.
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21 Jul 2026
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The truth is that Nefer once thought blindness was a complete darkness, though she now knows that it varies. She had opened her eyes once — perhaps directly to spite Lauma’s mandates — and saw only flickers of light, concentrated where Lauma stood. And this split her chest with a horrible ache; the absence of what they once had, and the absence of moon’s beauty shining back at her.
OR: nefer misses most what she won't let herself have
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21 Jul 2026
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On her way home after school, Sandrone runs into a strange girl wandering beneath the winter rain, dressed in nothing but her nightgown, singing to herself.
It turns out to be the start of a very unlikely relationship.[“Right, I won’t make you go home if you don’t want to,” Sandrone grumbles, shivering. “But you are coming with me before you succumb to hypothermia.”
The girl blinks, bemused.
“Is this… kidnapping?”
“Hah?!” Sandrone exclaims, “Why would anyone want to kidnap you?”
The girl opens her mouth as if to answer, and Sandrone quickly cuts her off.
“Don’t say anything. Come with me, stay out here and freeze, it doesn’t matter to me either way. Do whatever you like.”
With that, she turns on her heel and walks away, stuffing her hands into her skirt pockets in an attempt to keep them warm. The girl stares at her with wide eyes, her mouth open but no words coming out, one small, pale hand clutching the front of Sandrone’s coat.
A few moments later, she is back under Sandrone’s umbrella, humming another song to herself as she links their arms together.
Flinching, she hisses, “What do you think you’re doing?”
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