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”A vibrant plant that has been named "lycoris" by poets…
It is said that it blooms most enchantingly where much blood was spilled. Though it is very rare and expensive, the plant is regarded as ominous, and thus is little purchased.
Rumor has it that these plants are watered using blood.”

He shifted uncomfortably in the rather stiff chair he was sent to, gazing over the large table centered in the middle of the grand dining room. This dinner had certainly been an experience, with a select few other Harbingers and a few lower-ranks coming to greet him or congratulate him on his appointment to a Harbinger, but unfortunately he still found himself rather bored.
Until a man approached him.

“Greetings, new acquaintance.” A low voice offered politely. He turned, gaze meeting a tall man, with light blue hair and a crow-like mask. And, judging from the bulky coat in which Pantalone had also received, he could infer that he was another Harbinger. “Good evening.” He smiled at him. The man pulled a chair from tucked underneath the table and sat down beside him. “I heard that the Tsaritsa had appointed yet another Harbinger to our ranks, and I felt obligated to see just whom this man was.” Pantalone beamed. Getting a closer look, he noticed what looked to be scars from what he could see under his mask, along with a burn mark across the side of his neck. Along with this, the man spoke with a recognizable Sumerian accent, much thicker than the other Harbingers whom hailed from different regions.

“And what’s your name?” Pantalone cocked his head.

“Il Dottore. And if you must know, I am the Second Harbinger.” Pantalone raised a brow. “Second? My, I suppose I should be cautious around you, shouldn’t I?” He teased.

“Oh, no. Not at all.” He said with a small chuckle. “In fact, I was wondering if we could dabble in some business together.” He propped his hands onto the table. “Business? Just what kind of business?”

“You’re a banker, no?”

“That is correct.”

“Just as I thought. I was wondering if you’d be interested in directly funding my work.” He grinned at him, revealing a row of pointy teeth. Any common folk would be alarmed at the sight, but not Pantalone. In fact, Pantalone couldn’t help but find the man to be quite attractive.

“What kind of work do you do?” He asked, to which Dottore responded with a sigh. “You could consider it lab work. Though it’s much more complex than that. You see, my main goal is to manufacture a god.” This piqued Pantalone’s interest. “A god, hm? I am, in fact, interested in godhood myself.” He took a sip from the wine on his right-hand side, which had now grown stale on his tastebuds from sitting out for too long. “Really, now? You know… I manufacture one.. for the both of us.” Pantalone grinned.

“That sounds like quite the intriguing offer, now, what is it that you would require from me?”

~***~

Pantalone tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, his manicured nails emitting a ’click’ sound every time they hit the metal surface. He drowned in the pungent smell of chemicals that filled up his nostrils, sending a violent throb straight to his forehead. He massaged the area uncomfortably. He gazed through the slightly fogged glass at his new business partner, bouncing between his work with concoctions and the body laying on the table.

”It’ll be quick,” He had promised.

And now he was approaching almost thirty minutes of sitting here, on this damned uncomfortable chair. The audacity.

It hadn’t been too long since the two started working together. It was very shortly after Pantalone accepted his new position as a Fatui Harbinger, and it was that quick which Dottore received the news of his status as a banker and latched his dirty claws onto him, like a greedy animal claiming its prey.

But Pantalone couldn’t bring himself to refuse. It was a perfect opportunity for his benefit, and, despite his many flaws and overall brutish behavior, the blue-haired man was quite easy on the eyes. And oh, Pantalone had a prominent weak point for handsome, good-looking men.

But at a time like this, Pantalone nearly forgot about all of the benefits of this damned contract and considered up and leaving right then and there.

Ugh.

He reached in his pocket to grab a pack of cigarettes, took one out and lit it. If this man could handle the sour odor of at least a hundred chemicals at once, he could handle the slightly unpleasant smell from some pot. He blew a puff of smoke into the confined room, watching Dottore dispose of his dirtied latex gloves and clean blood and Archons-know-what off his scarred hands. And a few moments after he emerged from the entrance door to the operating room, unbothered by the stains and spatters of blood and other fluids that still remained on his clothes, face, shoes…

“Well, that certainly took you some time. You know it’s quite impolite to show up terribly late to an appointment.” He retorted.

“Hmph, learn your place, banker. My projects are far more important than frivolous ‘appointments’ such as these.” Pantalone rose from the painful chair he was seated at for around forty minutes. “Right this way— and, toss the cigarette. The smoke may affect some of the chemicals. Pantalone cocked an eyebrow at him. “Really, now? Haha..”
“Just toss it. Filthy chainsmoker…” He mumbled. Pantalone extinguished the cigarette against the wall and tossed it to a small trash bin in the corner.

Dottore opened the heavy steel door to the interior of the lab, not bothering to hold it open for the latter. Pantalone scoffed as the door bumped against him. He grimaced at the pungent stench of chemicals; stronger now that he was inside of the lab. Dottore rushed over to the cold body on the table, almost eagerly. Pantalone trailed behind him.

“As you may observe, the tests have gone quite smoothly this week. All thanks to this beauty.” He explained, grabbing a small vial of bright purple liquid from a table.

“That is… Archon residue?” He asked.

“Indeed. Worth the investment, if you ask me.”

Pantalone frowned. “Such a small amount. How underwhelming.”

“It isn’t easy to acquire loads of this shit, you know.”

Pantalone scowled at him. What a waste of mora, and on something as small as this. If only he had been better informed, he wouldn’t have spend his precious mora on this savage man.

He sighed.

But that’s how it will be, now. He ought to get used to it.

“You’ll come to enjoy working with me, I assure you. I wont let you down.” He said.

An empty promise… Pantalone thought. And he didn’t even try to hide his lies. He only grinned at him, a grin of pointy teeth and full of deceit.

He was a dangerous man, Pantalone thought.

He ought to keep his guard up.

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Pantalone blew a puff of fragrant smoke into the crisp air of his office, flipping another page of a stack of files. A sweet serenade flowed into his ears from the record player in the corner of the room. Sometimes this type of music made him feel as if he were ten years younger. Like he was in his twenties again, running around with young gentlemen like he used to. When he would kill for a fortune, and oh what a fortune he made in such a short time. A part of him already missed life before he became a Harbinger, even though he had been appointed only a little more than a week ago. But unfortunately, it was quite dull around the palace most of the time. It lacked the excitement he had when he was on his own.

A soft knock on his door interrupted the music.

“Come in,” He offered.

One of his assistants stepped into his office, a distressed expression on her face.

“Pardon me, sire, but there appears to be an issue regarding your funds.”

“Oh? And what might that be? I would hope that none has gone missing.”

“Unfortunately… yes. Another fatuus caught a glance of what appeared to be Lord Dottore rummaging through your personal safes..”

Il Dottore… of course. That man could be so utterly disrespectful at times. And on top of that, he constantly remained strange and unpredictable, making him impossible to read. And what was his excuse, now? That he didn’t quite feel like discussing means for more funding? How outrageous, Pantalone thought.

“Go off to his lab and tell him that I would like to have a word with him.” He responded irritably. “Yes, sir.”

~***~

“Dottore.”

“Yes?”

“Care to explain why you were caught sneaking around my stash of saved funds?”

Dottore grinned at him.

“Dottore. You mustn’t continue with this act. I wont hesitate to burn those contracts of ours. Honestly, Doctor, it’s only been one week since our partnership.”

“Now, now, Pantalone. Don’t get so ahead of yourself.”

“Hmph, and why’s that? What excuse do you have for me this time!?” Dottore chuckled, reaching his slender gloved fingers under the seam of his pants to retrieve a thin, silver chain, a lustrous blue gem hanging in the middle. Pantalone’s brows furrowed, puzzled.

“A.. necklace?”

“It’s for you. Consider it a compensation gift for your wait a few days ago.” Pantalone gazed softened for a moment. A compensation gift? Dottore hadn’t quite struck him as the type to follow that kind of etiquette. This had to be some sort of ploy.

And then he realized. “…A gift that you bought.. with my mora!?”
“It’s the thought that counts.” Oh, the audacity of this man! He thought. “No, Dottore. That is undeniably disrespectful and rude. To not only steal my mora, but then taunt me by spending it on a necklace disguised as a gift for me?” Dottore frowned. “So you don’t want it?” He asked, teasingly swinging it around in front of him.

Pantalone sighed. “I suppose it is quite a beauty..”
“So you’ll take it, then?” He lied it down on Pantalone’s desk. “Now, now, don’t get so hasty.” Pantalone warned. “I expect you to pay me back for this, you know.” Dottore narrowed his eyes from beneath his mask. “It’s only fair exchange, Doctor. And…” Pantalone started, weaving the silver chain between his slim fingers. “What prompted this choice of gift? Surely you are not attempting to woo me, Doctor. Might I kindly remind you that we are strictly business partners, so don’t try to overstep your boundaries.” To this Dottore burst into a fit of cackles.

“Don’t start jumping to conclusions, now. To think that I would be romantically interested in the likes of you… how laughable.” Dottore swiped a stray tear of mirth from the corner of his eye. Pantalone scoffed, offended. “Well from a man as unpredictable as you, I can never be too sure.” He retorted defensively.

“Now, as I said, I will be awaiting my compensation for this little 'sentiment', so I’d suggest getting to work at that as soon as possible.”
“Hah… so ungrateful as always. Is this a part of your character in which I must put up with for as long as our contract stays intact?”Pantalone glowered at him. “Really… I’m quite hurt. I was only offering you a gift.” The blue-haired man continued.

Might I remind you once more that you paid for this using my mora? I might as well have bought the damn necklace for myself!”
“Ohohoho… how foolish…” Dottore chuckled, his low, velvety voice itching a part of Pantalone’s brain that made him shudder. “You miss my point. Tell me, have you ever heard of a single being on Teyvat receiving a gift from Il Dottore, the.. ’infamous doctor’?”
“Well it’s not like I would know. I’ve only joined this damned organization a week ago.”

“And do you regret it?”

“Well, maybe I will! If you keep this kind of behavior up…” He snapped, watching as Dottore stared blankly at him, as if he were trying to read his expression. He smirked again, revealing that row of knife-sharp teeth.
“I see. Well then, I should be on my way. And don’t you worry, Regrator, I’ll have your… second compensation very soon.” Pantalone only glared at him, clutching the necklace in his fist.

When the door clicked shut, he unclenched his fist to reveal the necklace once again. He tilted his hand side to side, watching the brilliant sapphire reflect light from its surface.

Have you ever heard of a single being on Teyvat receiving a gift from Il Dottore, the.. ‘infamous doctor’

He recalled Dottore’s words. So what would make him any different? Why did that man feel the need to waste his time on something as foolish as purchasing a necklace for him? Even if he didn’t use his own mora, even if it completely defeated the purpose. But perhaps that was it, perhaps this was just his way of mocking him for his uptightness. It had to be some sort of trick.

But no matter the intention, Pantalone still reached behind his neck to fasten the necklace, watching the royal blue sapphire fall elegantly onto his chest. It was a beautiful necklace regardless, it contrasted nicely with the accents of purple that adorned his outfit.

But even as he lifted his quill once again, and tried to forget about this encounter, he couldn’t shake the strange feeling looming over him, nor the nausea rising in his stomach. He held onto a sense of danger and it made his skin crawl. He felt that he should learn more about this new acquaintance of his if he planned to continue this partnership. It would be for his own good.

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“So, what was it you wished to speak about?” The blonde woman asked, sitting down at a wooden tea table in the corner of her bedroom, across from Pantalone. Signora didn’t have an office, for her line of work didn’t require one, so the two decided to take their chat here, Signora even offering to make some tea for the both of them. “Ah, well… it’s about my.. business partner.” He responded shyly, stirring his cup of tea. “The Doctor? Oh, what has that brute done this time.”
“No, no, he’s done nothing wrong… I was just wondering.. could you tell me a little bit about him?”

“Me? Oho, I’d talk to Pierro if you are seeking for sensitive information about him. I’m not well acquainted with the man.” She responded swiftly. “Well, although it might sound silly, I know nothing other than that he’s a.. ‘scientist’, and that he’s quite the character… so any information will suffice.”
“Ah.. I see. You sought me out because I was the first Harbinger to join the ranks, hm? If anyone is going to be most knowledgeable of the others, outside of Pierro, it would be me, correct?” She asked, amusement prominent in her elegant voice. “Precisely.” He responded. “I like the way you think.” She smiled.

“Well, he joined the ranks shortly after Damselette and The Captain. And oh, he was such a rough looking lad.” She chuckled, almost mockingly. “I believe he was around nineteen.. not far off from the rest at that time.” She continued, her voice so relaxing it could almost lull Pantalone to sleep, if he weren’t too preoccupied listening closely to her words. “Now, none have yet to divulge the true story of his past from him, but, according to the rumors and stories I’ve heard.. he was exiled from his hometown at only ten years old. Apparently, he was caught conducting experiments on the other villagers. Much like how he does now.” Her bright blue gaze burned into him, as if to intimidate him. But he didn’t react, merely processing the newly acquired knowledge.

“I see…” Pantalone responded. So early… he thought. He never would have guessed that the man had such a past. And part of him was curious as to what exactly prompted that behavior.

“Then, he went on to study at the Akademiya when he was around.. fifteen, I believe. And he remained a student for three more years until he was, once again, exiled. And then he was on his own, well, until Pierro found him, of course.” She took a sip from her small, porcelain teacup.

“So.. how is his relationship with the other Harbingers?” He asked. “Well, it depends on which Harbinger you’re referring to, it’s different between all of us.” Signora chuckled. “What I do know is that he climbed the ranks very swiftly. When he joined, the group was quite small. But even then, he managed to surpass me, Damselette, Knave, and even, briefly, The Captain. And in such a short amount of time.” She said, tracing random patterns into the table with her long, red nails.

“Be honest with me, Signora, do you think that I’m in any prominent danger, being his business partner and all?” Signora smirked. “Well, let’s just say, even I was quite worried for you when I heard the news. But, who am I to intrude…” To this Pantalone’s stomach twisted. That was the response he had hoped he wouldn’t get. As Signora took another sip if tea, he wouldn’t help but wonder.. had he truly made a decision he will soon regret?

“Regardless… I can only advise you to stay cautious around here. You’re quite new, which makes you vulnerable. Don’t let your guard down, boy.” Pantalone narrowed his violet eyes at her, soaking up her every word intently yet cautiously. “..Thank you, Fair Lady. And thank you for the tea, as well. It was very delicious.” He rose from his chair, bowing respectfully to the blonde-haired woman. “It’s no trouble, dear. If you ever wish to speak to me again, just find me somewhere around the palace. I’ll be willing to listen.” She offered politely, picking up the emptied teacups to wash later.

“I’ll see you around, Regrator.”

“Likewise.”

~***~

Pantalone let out a fatigued sigh as he switched on the light to his bedroom, groaning as he rubbed his eyes. He jolted when he opened them again, violet eyes meeting the tall figure of The Doctor, looming in his bedroom, covered in blood and a steak knife in hand.

“What the FUCK Dottore!?” He shrieked in alarm.

“My apologies, Pantalone. I hadn’t expected you to be back so early.” He responded nonchalantly.

“What the hell are you doing!? Are you seriously about to fucking kill me!?”

…

“Ohohohohoho! Kill you? Now, why would I do that?” He cackled, swiping the fresh tears of mirth that pooled at the corners of his eyes. Pantalone glowered at him, hand discreetly resting on the hidden dagger beneath his robes. “I am not here to kill you, moron. I simply took care of some meager Fatui sneaking around in the hall, planning something decietful.” He grinned at him, as if he was trying to make him feel more comfortable. “Then why did you feel the need to enter my private quarters without my permission!?”

“I was feeling lonely.” He answered sarcastically. “Honestly, banker, for someone so brilliant you can be quite dense at times.” Pantalone scoffed. “I came to discuss business matters. You weren’t stationed in your office, so I thought I’d check here.” Pantalone breathed a silent sigh of relief, relaxed hands sliding down his sides. “Where were you, anyway?” The blue-haired man questioned. “I don’t believe that is any of your business, Doctor. But if you must know, I was talking with The Fair Lady, in her quarters.”

“Oh? Surely you don’t plan to replace me with her? It wouldn’t be very wise, you know, as she fails to posses the same brilliant knowledge and power as I do.” Pantalone rolled his eyes. This man, honestly, he possessed too much arrogance for Pantalone’s liking. “Of course not. In fact, I was talking to her about you.” He approached Dottore, stopping when he was still a safe distance away. “About me?” He questioned. “Indeed. And I learned a little bit more about you. Like how your insanity supposedly began at the young age of ten.” He raised his eyebrows for emphasis. Dottore’s crimson eyes widened, hidden underneath his mask, but Pantalone could tell by the way his muscles froze that this was quite a sensitive topic for him.

“Why did you feel the need to pry this sort of stuff out, anyway? Maybe… Is it that you’re perhaps infatuated with me~?” He teased. “Well, it’s not as if you planned on telling me anything about yourself. And it’s only basic caution to look into the one whom you are contractually bonded to.” He trailed toward the southernmost wall his room and sat down on the large windowsill. “Heh, you never fail to amuse me.”

“She told me about how you moved up the ranks when you first joined, and how I should be cautious around you..” he explained, gazing at his newly manicured nails. To this Dottore groaned irritably.

“Tell me, Dottore… do you intend to cause me any harm?” He asked, cringing at just how helpless and vulnerable he sounded. Dottore sat onto the windowsill beside him. “Power and knowledge are two very important factors to me. And I will acquire them both at any cost. The rumors or true,” He started. “I began this process at that young age. And I am never afraid to exploit the human vessel as much as possible for my own use and desire.” Pantalone glared at him, slightly puzzled at this random turn in conversation. “But trust me, I don’t intend to harm a feeble banker such as you. It wouldn’t benefit me, anyway.” He twirled a lock of the other man’s black hair around his finger carelessly. Pantalone slapped his hand away, although he struggled to ignore the pink hue that dusted his cheeks.

“You understand that it will be difficult to trust the words from a man such as you?” Pantalone warned, Dottore breathed a sigh of distress. “Oh, Pantalone. You’re such a difficult man to get through to.” Pantalone turned to him. “I’ll believe you once you give me a reason to. We only just met a week ago, must I remind you.” Dottore smiled. “I’m not asking you to be hasty, banker.”

But, didn’t he just..

…No matter.

“I must be on my way now. And, oh,” He began to walk toward the door, stopping briefly to turn to Pantalone. “Twenty-five thousand mora by this week. I need it for a very important project. If you have any further questions, I’ll be in my lab.” His footsteps echoed into the large hall outside his room.

Pantalone grunted, rising from the windowsill to shut the door which Dottore left wide open. “How entitled…”

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Dottore breathed in the pungent smell of chemicals as he transferred one solution into another. He glanced over to the large liquid-filled chambers that stood westward in his lab.

Empty.

He had a vision, a vision in which he’s had ever since he was young lad. He wished to create copies of himself, to help exceed in understanding knowledge from all angles. But unfortunately, he wasn’t quite sure how he would complete such a task. And currently, he lacked the funding needed to start investing in the simple, beginner resources.

It was nearing the end of the week, and Dottore began to ponder if Pantalone would even follow through with his part of the deal. Almost a week ago he requested some mora. And such a small amount, too. There was no possible excuse for this delay. He sighed. Perhaps this meant he ought to pay him a visit. Typically, this would bring great frustration to Dottore, but a strange part of him didn’t mind going out to see that banker again.

It was ever since he laid eyes on the newly-appointed Harbinger. Perhaps it was his midnight-black hair that flowed elegantly down his shoulder, or maybe it was his hypnotic violet eyes that gazed at him, always baring an unknown expression, or maybe it was the captivating aroma of his sweet perfume, a medley of the finest scents mixing and mingling together. But regardless of what it was, something about the man bewitched him, as for the past few nights it was Pantalone who haunted his dreams and blessed his nightmares. It was Pantalone who made him feel as if a part of him was full again, and it was Pantalone who made him feel as if there was somewhat of a growing void inside of him.

He faced new, unwanted conflict with his own thoughts now, straining to determine the cause of these strange and spontaneous feelings. Perhaps it only because he wished to use Pantalone for his various experiments; a perfect body, the perfect test subject. He imagined framing those deep purple eyes on his wall, and braiding pieces of chopped midnight hair into an ornamental object for him to display somewhere in his lab, and he pictured plucking his pearly teeth from his gums and storing them in a carefully crafted glass jar. Rip that man into pieces for him to study and enjoy.

But he knew it wasn’t love, as he stopped feeling such emotions years ago.

It couldn’t be love.

But he felt bothered whenever the elegant man snapped at him, or reminded him of his stagnant distrust. He hated how on edge the banker seemed whenever he was nearby. It was irritating, upsetting, painful. But perhaps he was right to stay on-guard. Maybe it was for his own good. Dottore stared into the palm of his own hand. And for once, in almost ten years, he truly felt like a monster.

He breathed a deep sigh.

No.

He reached under his mask to pinch the bridge of his nose, shaking his head side-to-side slightly. Enough of this, he figured. It was far past time for Pantalone to come and deliver the funding, and he needed something to get his mind off this newly surfaced stress. Thus, he decided to pay him a ‘friendly’ visit.

~***~

He swung the door open, a loud boom sound rattling his own ears as it slammed against the wall. Pantalone jumped in his seat, to which Dottore smirked.

“You brute! Look what you’ve done to my wall!”Pantalone shouted, gesturing to the large scuff mark on the wall from where the door hit. Dottore only snickered, shutting the door behind to close out any passersby. “Oh please, Regrator, you can pay for the repairs.” He spoke softly.

It was then he took notice of the bright red lipstick pleasantly coating Pantalone’s typically pink lips, and the rather feminine robes he wore, shoulders peeking out from the top. And… was that pantyhose he was wearing? Dottore scoffed. It was unlike him to take notice of such things.

“I believe I requested funding from you a week ago. I can only ponder on why I’ve yet to receive it?” He tipped his head, arms crossed behind his back, almost menacingly. Pantalone sighed, moving his hand up to massage his forehead. “You never told me what it was for. And I do not have the ample time to travel all the way to your stuffy lab to ask you. This funding matters quite a bit to you, no? Then take the responsibility of discussing your needs to me professionally.” He retorted.

Dottore grinned at him. “If you must know, I’m beginning a new project. For years I’ve been studying many methods of ‘cloning’ and taken many insights from ancient Khaenri’ahn techniques. I merely require the twenty-five thousand mora to supply for some.. starter resources. You understand that this is quite important for our… mission, no?” He asked, leaning closer to Pantalone over his desk. Pantalone frowned at him, violet eyes bouncing around the move as he struggled to maintain eye contact.

“…I see. I suppose I can pull such a small amount of mora aside for this project. Await for me, and return tomorrow afternoon, two PM. Or I’ll take it back from you.” Dottore clicked his tongue. “Unfortunately, I’ll be quite busy at that time tomorrow…” He rubbed his chin with a gloved hand. “..No matter. I’ll send an assistant over to collect it.” Pantalone scoffed. “Once again, Doctor, for something as ’important’ as this, you should really take some more responsibility. Or is your arrogance too strong for such?” Dottore glowered at his confident tone. “I’d watch that tongue of yours if I were you.” He warned.

“Oh, Doctor. Was it not you whom told me to not be so wary around you? Perhaps this is just that facade of yours fading.” He commented, those cherry-red lips widening into a snarky grin. And it was then Dottore became aware once again of just how scandalous he was dressed.

…He shook off that thought for now.

“I will send a fatuus at tomorrow to collect the mora. Two PM.” He repeated sternly.

“Very well.” Pantalone sighed, resting his hands atop the wooden table. Dottore glanced at a cigarette box just beside Pantalone’s hand. He chuckled to himself. “Still holding on to that bad habit of yours? You know.. you’ll come to regret that in the future.” Pantalone glared at him. “I believe that my smoking habits are none of your concern, Doctor.” Dottore only smiled at him, mumbling something under his breath to which Pantalone couldn’t discern.

“Well, banker. I suppose we’ll meet again soon, hm?”

“Yes, I suppose we will.” He sighed.

…

But what Dottore didn’t know, is that his assistant would come to have ill intentions toward the vulnerable banker.

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Pantalone brushed a strand of hair behind his ear, glancing at the clock in his office. ‘1:55’ it read. He sighed. For whatever reason, he held a gut-feeling that this supposed assistant would not be showing up today, and most certainly not on time. Such were the woes of partnering with such an unreliable man. But as if on cue, a knock on his door cut off his thoughts.

“Come in.”
The door creaked open, revealing a tall male fatuus, dressed in all black instead of the typical dress for a diplomat. It was quite strange to find a diplomat— or any fatuus for that matter— out of uniform, but Pantalone didn’t think much of it. “Good afternoon, Lord Regrator. I come to collect the payment?” The man spoke in a silky, almost soothing deep voice. To Pantalone, the lad was actually quite attractive. He had dark, short hair… and he had quite a well build, too. If it weren’t for his status, Pantalone would certainly consider making a move.

The man sat down, pressing his legs together and maintaining a straight, professional posture.
“Twenty-five thousand mora for a…” he chuckled, “’cloning’ experiment, yes?” He asked, flipping a mora with his thumb. “That is correct, sir.”

Pantalone narrowed his eyes. He couldn’t help but notice how the man shifted in his seat, occasionally averting his gaze elsewhere, almost as if he was worried about something.
“Is everything alright?” He asked politely. The fatuus jolted, brushing off his clothes awkwardly.
“Yes, sir. I seem to be a little chilly, is all.”
Pantalone hummed. He was quite well at reading people, and he could tell for certain that wasn’t the case.

“I have the mora set aside right… here.” He grabbed the bag of currency and placed it in front of him. “But first, do me favor, and pass this message onto Dottore,” he started, the man awaited attentively. “‘Next time you require funding, go out and receive it yourself. It’s not a good look for someone as powerful as you to neglect basic responsibilities’.” He finished with a smile. The man nodded uneasily, clearly unsure about passing a message of that nature.

Pantalone cleared his throat, signaling the man that he could be excused. But to Pantalone’s shock, he didn’t budge.

He cocked an eyebrow. “Do you wish to speak to me about anything else?” He asked. “My apologies, sir. I got distracted…” He rose from his seat and lowered into a respectful bow, before hastily exiting. But just before he shut the door behind him, Pantalone caught him mumbling something under his breath.

How odd…

He yawned, glancing at the clock once again. it read. He rose from his desk, stretching out his uncomfortably stiff limbs. It was past due for a short break outside, he thought as he grabbed a black, furry coat from a hanger mounted onto his wall. He unlocked the dark wooden door that led to his balcony, the bright Snezhnayan light reflecting on the iridescent glass window in the center. The harsh, cold breeze nearly yanked the handle from his grasp, but Pantalone stabilized in time to prevent yet another nick on his wall. Pushing against the force of the breeze, he closed the door behind him, pulling the coat over his shoulders with a shiver.

Walking toward the rail, an unusual sight nearly made him shriek. He looked down to find Dottore, bloody dagger in hand, hovering over two limp bodies, a large puddle of blood beneath them, staining the gleaming snow.

“Good Celestia, what the fuck is all of this!?” He demanded, shouting loud enough to be heard over the strong gust. Dottore grinned at him. “Pantalone! Forgive me, I was merely taking care of some… business.” He replied, the violent gusts now reduced to a gentle breeze, so the two could hear each other clearly. “Oh, please, what’s your excuse, this time!? We’re you bored!?”
“And why must you decide to do it right underneath my balcony?” He snapped.

“I thought you’d appreciate the view.”

Pantalone opened his mouth to retort, but was quickly cut off by a chuckle. “I only jest. I killed them under your balcony because that is where I found them.” He stated, sliding his finger across the dagger, collecting a large streak of blood. “These two imbeciles planned to assassinate you.” His calm demeanor almost disturbed Pantalone.

“Assa…” He gasped in disbelief “Assassinate me!?”

“Unfortunately. I believe they formulated a plan with that man whom you just spoke to.” He nodded toward the door.

“You sent assassins to me!?” He snarled.
Dottore cackled at his hysterical display. “Oh, Regrator. If I wishes for your assassination, why would I interfere with my own plan?” He questioned him, a strange hint of gentleness in his voice slowly creeping through.

“..But even so, what if they had succeeded!?”

“You search for reasons to loathe me.” He huffed.

“Perhaps that is so. I can’t find myself comfortable around a man like you.”

“Such as shame. I had hoped this deed you prove something to you.”

“Just who are you trying to charm, Doctor?” He grinned, raising his eyebrows. “Charm? Oho, you misunderstand. I merely wish, as business partners and all, we should form a closer bond. Work cannot get done if one doesn’t trust the other, you know.”

“Prove yourself to me, then.”

“Have I not already?”

…

“Your dedication to me is fascinating.” He observed, leaning on the rail and extending his palm to rest his head in his hand.

“Once again, Regrator…”

He shook his head. “I don’t mean romantically, Doctor..”

“I dedicate my time to no one. As far as im concerned, I don’t give two shits about you and your stubborn air.”

“Such a sudden change in demeanor.”

He grinned to reveal a row of sharp teeth. “As you say, Pantalone, it’s hard to cooperate with a man like you.”

“You didn’t seem to mind when you signed the contract.” He commented cocking his eyebrow curiously.

“Well then, I suppose I’ll leave the corpses here—“

“No. Clean them up.”

“Remember your manners~”

An irritated sigh escaped his lips. “I humbly request of you to, please clean your own mess.” He mumbled, clenching a fistful of his own long hair as if to release tension from the humiliation he now faced.
“Thats better…” Dottore cooed.

Pantalone furrowed his eyebrows at Dottore’s teasing, yet he couldn’t deny the feeling of warmth wafting over his cheeks. “Well, get to it, now. It’s about time you start picking up some responsibilities for once. And— don’t get any ideas, I will be supervising you.” He retorted.

Dottore frowned at him. “Have some faith in me, Regrator.”

“Well, hurry on, now.”

Reluctantly, Dottore grasped the legs of both corpses, dragging them across the snow awkwardly. His brows furrowed as a small trail of blood was left behind with each tug. There goes his days of short, peaceful retreat from his work.

Chapter Text

Pantalone,

It has come to my attention that I had rudely interrupted your break the other day, and I’ve decided that it is only right for me to take responsibility.

So, if you find the time, meet me down by the docks this evening, and I’ll attempt to make it up to you.

Dottore

~***~

Pantalone sighed, setting the paper aside on his desk. It was most unusual for The Doctor to offer something quite like this, and it certainly made him wary. Yet, he couldn’t say he wasn’t intrigued. The woman in front of him cleared her throat.

“Is everything alright, sir?” She asked in a gentle voice. Pantalone smiled at her.

“I’m quite alright, Polina, It’s just that… Dottore requested for me to meet him, down at the docks tonight…” His voice trailed off as he watched Polina’s eyebrows furrowed in suspicion. “I’m not sure what it could be for. But… Unfortunately, I have work to do this evening, also. It was assigned to me by Pierro, and I’m afraid he wont be too pleased with me if I neglect it.” He sighed, resting his cheek against his palm.

Polina’s soothing voice broke the lengthy stretch of silence. “…I wouldn’t advise it. The Jester is a powerful man, and he…” She cleared her throat, fidgeting with her hands a little. “Apologies… I’m here to serve you as a maid, it isn’t my place to overstep.” Pantalone chuckled. “Oh, thats quite alright, dear.” He replied lightheartedly. “That being said, I would like to do my own thinking.” He grinned at her. “You may be excused now.”

~***~

Ultimately, he had decided to make the trip down to speak with Dottore, skillfully sneaking out from his balcony for some extra caution. As many may say; ’curiosity killed the cat.’

Pantalone shivered, rubbing his arms together in attempt to gain some heat from the friction. Through fogged glasses, he could barely make out the familiar sight of merchant stalls and bustling roads lining the port. It had been a minute since he visited these parts, as work took too much of his time to allow him to go for some fresh air. He couldn’t help but smile as he walked down the roads, eyeing the docks still far off in the distance.

Slowly he began to near the docks, pushing his way through a large mass of citizens and foreigners alike. Until finally he was met with the serenity of the gently swaying Snezhnayan sea, the only people around being a few fishermen and anglers. He scanned the area for Dottore, gaze finally landing on familiar light-blue hair. Dottore turned to smile at him as he approached.

“Why hello there, Pantalone. I must say, I didn’t expect you’d actually come.” Dottore commented. Pantalone glared at him.

“Tell me, Dottore. Why have you decided to take me down to the docks?” Pantalone asked, a hint of bitterness lining his voice. “Is it so strange to participate in.. ‘kind gestures’? I merely thought you’d be fond of the scenery.” He pouted at him. “Please, Doctor, that is the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard pass your lips. I want a real reason.” He clenched his fists. “I see… this is where you plan to assassinate me, isn’t it? There’s almost nobody around, you could easily get away with it, couldn’t you?” He questioned, almost threateningly. “Are you really that cautious of me? Tsk, such a shame. I figured I’d already redeemed myself..”

Pantalone huffed. “And what makes you think that?”

“I killed for you, didn’t I?”

“You’d kill for anyone. It’s like a pass-time to you.”

Dottore snickered at him. “You act as if I’m any different for you..” Pantalone placed his hands on his hips. “Perhaps that’s because you are. You see, I do not kill for fun. I kill when I need to.”

Dottore frown at him “Neither do I.”

“Oh, please, save me your bullshit…”

“But it’s true… you see, Pantalone, your vision of me is distorted. You view me as a monster, a cruel, heartless man…. But I’m afraid your perception is incorrect.” Pantalone glowered at him. His words seemed so sincere, it was hard to accuse him of deception once again. But he had to remember that Dottore was a dangerous man, one that was infamous for his manipulation. He could easily be made into a pawn if we wasn’t cautious. “And what makes you think I can trust you?” He sneered, gazing at the blue-haired man.

“You’re just as I’ve described, a cruel being. You use your power to manipulate those around you, exploiting their most prominent weaknesses until they are helpless and vulnerable under your grasp. Yet you fail to recognize that I am not that malleable.” He said, voice lowered to a growl.

“If that’s so, why haven’t you left? Somebody like you could surely afford buying your way out of the contract, no?” Pantalone froze. It was then when he realized it was himself whom was playing the fool all along. And as much as he denied it, he had already given the strings of his very being to Dottore. His ego denied himself of truly realizing his vulnerability in the hands of someone like Dottore. The logical part of his mind told him to break the contract with Dottore altogether, but the curious part of his mind couldn’t help but be intrigued of what was to come next in this peculiar relationship. He was an oddly fascinating man, someone who Pantalone couldn’t help but loathe and love at the same time.

“Is it that you’re afraid of losing me, Furen?”

Furen…

The very mention of that discarded name made his face twist into a gape. The very name he swore he’d never hear pass the lips of another man for as long as he lived. It was the very name he was assigned to at his birth, and it was the very name that haunted him and arose the most unpleasant memories. He couldn’t help but scowl at Dottore for making him relive his vivid memories of poverty.

“Where did you hear that name!?”

“I found it in your files.” He explained nonchalantly, as if Pantalone’s extreme reaction hadn’t phased him even a little.
“You were perusing through my files!?” He accused, voice loud and strong.
“It was on the front cover. It was quite hard to avoid it.” He shrugged, smirking at Pantalone’s state of hysteria, which he found to be quite amusing.

“Explain to me why exactly you would find something like this funny? Do you not have even an ounce of empathy in that twisted mind of yours?” He hissed, grabbing onto the royal blue handkerchief that hung from his neck, pulling him closer so they were face to face, only a few inches apart. To this Dottore’s smirk widened.

“What’s all of this, now? My words… they didn’t turn you on, did they?” He chuckled sarcastically. But Pantalone did not take his light-hearted comment as he expected, for he was met with the sharp sting of a palm striking the side of his cheek, Pantalone roughly releasing his grasp on Dottore. “What in the heavens would possess you to joke about something like that? Do you know how insane you are!?” He snarled, hands placed on his hips as he glowered at the blue-haired man.

“You’re right, you’re right…” He grinned, rubbing at the fresh redness on his cheek. “I didn’t know that was such a sensitive topic for you, banker. Perhaps if you opened up more…” His trail of speech cut off as he was met with an infuriated glare from the dark-haired man. Pantalone watched as the man awkwardly rubbed at his next, seemingly figuring that he ought not say much more.

Dottore sighed. “I apologize, truly. I mean it when I say I never intend to cause you any harm, as much as you refuse to believe it.” He started, gazing into Pantalone’s deep violet eyes from the bird-shaped mask he always wore. “I have no interest in using you or hurting you for my enjoyment. And I certainly don’t need anything from that vessel of yours— although, I can’t say I wouldn’t mind studying you one of these days..” Pantalone stubborn gaze remained as he spoke. “..What I’m meaning to say is, you already hold to much value in staying around as an outlet for mora and a source of entertainment.” He grinned.

“How touching.” Replied Pantalone, voice thick with a hostile sarcasm.

“..But I suppose I’m obligated to accept your sentiment.” He sighed, bringing a gloved hand up to caress his the silver chain that hung from the sides of his glasses. He could feel Dottore’s gaze burning into him, as much as he tried to distract himself. And it was almost as if he could feel the brute smirking…

“I’d call that progress.” He teased, taking a few steps closer to Pantalone. “Now that I think of it, we’ve been chatting quite a bit. Are you hungry, perchance? There are some street food stalls just over there, my treat…” He gestured toward the market outskirts. “Oh, please, we both know I’d be the one paying.” He huffed, narrowing his eyes at Dottore. “And besides, I’m not too interested after that shit you just pulled two minutes ago.” He watched as Dottore’s demeanor seemed to slightly dampen at his response.

“…But perhaps some other time.” He offered hesitantly. He wasn’t sure why he said it, what foreign force inside of him pushed the words from his lips. But it was something about the way Dottore seemed to beam at his words that made the corners of his lips rise into a small smile.

“Alright, then.. expect another letter from me next week.” Pantalone raised his eyebrow. “Alright, but make sure it doesn’t infringe on my schedule.” Dottore paced toward his side. “Would you like me to walk you back to the palace?” He asked, voice filled with an unusual politeness. Pantalone eyed him suspiciously. “I suppose…. Just keep your distance.” He shot him a warning glare, contrasting with Dottore’s responded smirk. “Whatever you say, Regrator.”

Chapter Text

It was the Maslenitsa Festival, and the market was adorned in bright, colorful flags almost everywhere you looked, as well as a scarecrow; large enough to be visible from where he stood, stationed in the middle of the farther half of the market. Around him, the sweet aromas of various pastries and other baked goods mixed into the air.

Pantalone huffed, crossing his arms and tapping his heel against the cold cobblestone below him. Around him, the lively sound of festive commotion helped bring a rather exuberant mood to the usually somber market. He’d relish in the moment if it weren’t for the fact that his "date" was running excruciatingly late.

He sighed. If Dottore wasn’t going to show up any time soon, he may as well kill some time by walking around a little. It wasn’t his concern if Dottore had to waste some time searching around for him in the large masses of crowds.

But as if on cue…

“Good afternoon, Pantalone.”

Pantalone whipped around to meet the ever-cold and deadpan crowd-shaped mask. “How is it that you’re late even for your own ideas?” He retorted, folding his arms. Dottore grinned at him. “Preparing the lab for my absence isn’t easy. Especially when you have to leave unreliable assistants in control..” He said in a low growl. Pantalone’s upper lip curled into an annoyed smirk. “Well maybe you should plan ahead next time,” He huffed.

“Enough chatting. I specifically halted my work for today, so I’ve got no time to waste. Take a walk with me, will you?” He offered, reaching his hand toward Pantalone, to which Pantalone’s brows rose. “Rather direct are we? Alright, then… but I’m not.. holding.. your hand” His voice wavered in uncertainty as he glanced at Dottore’s still extended hand. Dottore quickly retracted his arm, brushing his gloved palm on his baggy trousers. “Oh, don’t be foolish. I wasn’t suggesting such a thing.” He chuckled. “Let us go on then, shall we?” He asked. Pantalone gave a quick nod before trailing down the road, Dottore at his side.

Pantalone breathed in the crisp air. Around them, merchants hollered as they passed, children ran across the streets eagerly, briefly chatting off their path from time to time. It was quite a nice change from the typically uptight and cautious atmosphere of Snezhnaya.

Pantalone glanced at Dottore a few times, brainstorming some conversation starters to make the air between them less tense. “Are you big on festivals?” He managed to muster. “No, I never have been. Even the festivals in Sumeru… it’s just foolish pass time if you ask me.” Dottore answered swiftly; almost curtly. Pantalone gave a puzzled look. “Then why is it you insisted on inviting me here?”
“You said you’d be ‘free next week’, did you not?” Pantalone’s violet eyes widened. He had almost forgotten that interaction they had about a week ago. Did The Doctor— as busy as he was— really remember such a silly detail?
“…That’s it? That’s what this is all about?” Pantalone asked.
“Precisely.” He answered, gazing off into the farther areas of the market.

Pantalone chuckled. “You remembered that? Really? My, were you that inclined to spending time with me?” Pantalone teased, the corners of his mouth rising into a small smile. Dottore furrowed his brows, holding a scowl for a few moments. “Don’t get the wrong idea, banker.” He warned.

They crossed over an extensive road that cut between the two sides of the market, leading onto another path, this one seemingly longer than the last. “So… is the Maslenitsa Festival usually this lively? It’s the quite unusual look for such a subdued city.” Dottore grumbled in annoyance. “I told you, banker, I’m not one to partake in festivals. Therefore, I’m not familiar with the Maslenitsa Festival customs.” They reared around a large scarecrow in the center of the city, dodging bands of rowdy children excitedly bouncing around the figure. “You’re quite mundane, you know?” He stated. Dottore frowned at his unwanted comment. “Well, then, I apologize for not appealing to your standards.” He huffed sarcastically.

Pantalone remained silent, finding no use in arguing any more. Dottore was quite a difficult man to read, and struggled to decipher whether or not his words were truly sarcastic. Perhaps his intentions were deeper than just pure jest. Pantalone could sense for the first day of their meeting that something about him felt strange, as if there were feeling lying dormant inside him that he refused to share. Was it his vulnerability, maybe? As someone of such a high ranking, he could imagine why The Doctor would want to keep such feelings concealed. But, if that was so, could it mean that he truly does harbor no ill intentions toward himself? Pantalone figured he ought not to dwell on it too much, lest he spiral into reckless overthinking.

He paused abruptly, a colorful stall in the distance catching his eye. A large banner stood on two wooden posts above a counter, lined in colorful tablecloth. It read: "Mr. Lavrov’s Fresh Blinis". The display instantly intrigued Pantalone.

“Blinis? And what might those be?” He asked, gesturing to the stall. “I believe it’s a type or pastry, native to Snezhnaya.” He stated confidently. “Really? Well, then, I’d like to try it. I believe that it is quite important to adjust to Snezhnayan cuisine.“ He explained. Dottore looked unconvinced. “Really, banker, is it so hard to just say that you’re craving something sweet?” He grinned at him teasingly, watching in visible amusement as Pantalone returned a nasty glare to him. Pantalone cleared his throat. “Well, it’s a special occasion. I see no wrong in helping myself to any of the food I’d like.” He argued, placing his hands on his hips assertively. “Hmhm, whatever you say, Regrator…” He chuckled, a hint of endearment lingering in his voice; one that Pantalone picked up on yet refused to acknowledge.

As they approached the stall they were greeted by a warm and welcoming old man. “Greetings dear gentlemen! How are you on this fine afternoon—“ The old man at the counter stammered on his words as he took in the features of the two and recognized them as Harbingers. “Apologies, my Lords. How may I be of service to you?” He blurted, bowing at once. Dottore smirked maliciously, to which Pantalone did not take kindly. Shoving Dottore to the side, he intervened in the potentially disastrous situation. “Two blinis, please.” He gave a polite yet uninterested grin. The old man quivered slightly as he delicately picked and packaged two of the desserts.

“And how much will it be?” Pantalone asked, retrieving his gold-laced leather wallet from one his robe’s pockets. “No, no my Lord. It is only policy that the almighty Harbingers accept goods for free during the Maslenitsa Festival… Ah, but I’m sure you already knew that, my lord..” Pantalone grinned at him patiently. “It’s no trouble at all, really. Just treat me as if I were an ordinary civilian.” He explained. “Now, how much was it?”
“My Lord, it is only policy for every booth to offer free services for authorized persons!” He insisted, pushing the bagged crepes closer to the two Harbingers.

“Well, If that’s what you desire…” He sighed, grabbing the wax paper covered desserts off the clothed counter. “You have a nice rest of your day.” He parted politely. “Farewell, my Lords!” He hollered, voice raspy, and dipped into a respectful bow.

The two Harbingers seated themselves at a table, not far across from the food stalls lined across the rode. Pantalone sat adjacent of Dottore, gently peeling off the wax wrapping on the pastry. “I didn’t expect you to order one also, Doctor.” He remarked as Dottore barbarically tore off the wrapping on his. “You’d nag me if I didn’t.” He stated matter-of-factly. Pantalone ignored the comment, taking the flat pastry into his hands, watching as the thin dough drooped on each side of his hold. He took notice of the appealing topping smeared proportionally onto it, though he didn’t recognize what exactly it was. He took a small bite from the edge, and was pleasantly surprised as a light flavor englufed his taste buds. The nutty taste of the blini mixed exquisitely with the sweet yet tangy topping, which seemed to be a mixture or sour cream and fruit jam. It was delicious, quite unlike anything he had ever tasted in Liyue.

He took another bite, glancing at Dottore as he chewed. To his surprise, Dottore’s blini was already halfway eaten. “You’re quite the fast eater.” He observed. Dottore swallowed propping his elbows onto the table. “Not everyone goes out of their way to… analyze everything they eat.” Argued Dottore. Pantalone scoffed, “Well that’s what adds to the experience of trying something new! My, you really are quite the soulless man.” He took another bite, the pastry’s sweet flavor engulfing his tastebuds once again. Dottore took one last bite of his, crinkling the wax paper in his gloved palm as he chewed. He gazed at Pantalone and swallowed.

“You were awfully persistent back there. I didn’t take you as the generous kind.” He remarked curiously. “Oh? Well, how could I just take advantage of such a sweet man like that.” He put in between bites. “So why is it you’re willing to go easy on civilians whom you have no connections to, yet you continue to deny me of the funding a require for my research?” He retorted, clenching the paper in his fist.

“You just haven’t proved your worth for it.” He stated simply.

“Apologies, I wasn’t aware that there was a criteria.”

“Prove yourself worthy of my trust, and I might.” Pantalone replied in a snide tone. “Have I not already? My, you are quite challenging to please.” Dottore grumbled, circling a finger against the cold surface of the table. “Can you really blame me, Il Dottore? The almighty second? With the… quite messy criminal record?” Dottore curled his lip. “You act as if you’re innocent yourself, Pantalone. Might I remind you that you’re just as fucked as the rest of us in this organization?” Dottore spat, almost threatened, leaning slightly over the table from where he sat. Pantalone glared at him, unfazed with his little display. “At least I know how to save face.” He merely stated, the last bite of blini disappearing down his throat shortly after.

Pantalone brushed off his silk robes and crinkled the wax paper in his gloved hand. “I’ve finished. We may resume our walk now.” He announced. Dottore rose from his seat, stretching out his arms which had grown stiff from sitting so long. “I wouldn’t mind walking the whole path… down to the southern side of the market. I’ve yet to familiarize myself with that half.. I can never find the time to do so.” He explained, pushing the chair neatly underneath the table. “Well, I have no objections to… extending our walk a little further.” Dottore stepped back, signaling Pantalone to lead so he could follow just beside him.

They passed through an extensive road that cut between the two sides of the market, than began to follow a what seemed like longer road that led straight down the middle. As Pantalone scanned the new, unfamiliar surroundings of the market, he was pleasantly surprised to find a small field of snow between the packed vendors; almost like a garden, but of snow instead of vegetation and flowers. Children battled with snowballs there, and Pantalone couldn’t help but smile. He would have loved a life like this when he was a child, spending his days care-free and youthful…. No matter.

Looking farther down, he took notice of a vast cul-de-sac which was crowded by many civilians, grouped together for what seemed to be a festive dance. Cheerful music could be heard from where the two walked; loud enough to drown out the muffled commotion emitting from the people.

Pantalone glanced at Dottore. “Do you see that? It seems to be some sort of festive dance…” He drawled, mind struck with longing to participate in his first dance sense almost six years. And, eerily, Dottore seemed to pick up on the longing in his heart, as he suddenly turned to him and asked,

“Is this your discreet way of asking me for a dance? Hmhm, how sly of you.” He teased.

“What!? Of course not. Why would I ever suggest such a thing?” His voice wavered a little from pure shock. Dottore let out an amused chuckle at the spectacle unfolding before him. “I merely jest, Pantalone.” Unfortunately for him, Pantalone did not take too kindly to that, remaining silent yet holding a prominent scowl of his face.

Alas, soon they found themselves stationed just outside of the festive culd-e-sac. Pantalone yearned to join in on this dance, to experience it all as if he was in his twenties again…. But there was no fine gentleman around that could grasp onto his delicate hand and take him to the dancing ring. So he could only sigh as he gazed at the extravaganza in envy.

“Pantalone?” Dottore called.

“Yes, Doctor?”

“…Will you have this dance with me?” He strained to hide the hint of hesitation that lingered in his voice.

Pantalone gawked at him, utterly flabbergasted. “Are you teasing me again!?” He demanded, voice rose loud enough to faintly be able to hear over the blaring instruments. Dottore gently grabbed his wrist, bring his hand forward and gazing into his eyes. Pantalone had to admit, times like these he could be… quite charismatic. But he couldn’t help but feel it was dangerous to let his guard down around such a man.

“Well then…. Will you have this dance with me?” He asked, and Pantalone couldn’t tell if he was joking or if he was dead serious.
He remained unmoving for a few moments before Dottore began to guide him to the crowd of people dancing about. “Dottore! What the hell are you?—“ He protested, quickly cut off by the deep voice of Dottore.
“Do you ever quit shouting at me? I can tell you’re interested in dancing, so I’m doing you a favor. I will agree to it just this once.” Pantalone’s face contorted at his words. He acted as if he’d requested him anything! “Now hold on!—“ He struggled in Dottore’s grasp. “A favor? I never said I wanted this!” Dottore halted, tucking a his index finger underneath Pantalone’s chin. “Oh don’t play dumb with me. You’re not hard to read.”

Pantalone gave a maddened chuckle. “Well, aren’t you eager to get me on the dance floor. Do you have feelings for me?” Dottore irked at him. “You always leap to the most ludicrous conclusions. If I didn’t know any better, I would for sure assume that you were interested in me.” Pantalone rolled his eyes. “Now, will you take this dance, or not? You know… there are lots of diplomats and civilians that would kill to have a dance with me.” Pantalone bit his lip with uncertainty. “You may never face an opportunity like this for a long time…” He remarked, almost baited.

“Rumors will spread..” Pantalone warned, violet eyes meeting Dottore’s covered ones. Dottore shook his head. “Have they not already? It’s not exactly a common occurrence for two Harbingers to go out and celebrate a festival together, besides…” He started, “What do the mere words of common folk mean anyway?” Pantalone let out a deep sigh, giving quick adjustments to his luxurious robes. “Alright… If you insist…” He moped.

To this Dottore grasped his wrist once again, guiding him to the vast area of the culd-e-sac. He slipped through the small openings between dancing couples; in hopes to blend in with the crowd a little more, Pantalone guessed. Finally they settled for a small area surrounded by other people who, oddly, didn’t seem to pay them much mind.

Pantalone couldn’t help but smile at Dottore’s unsure expression as he took hold of both his hands. It was clear that Dottore was quite unfamiliar with this type of thing, which ignited interest in Pantalone. Was he truly just doing this for him? Would The Doctor really go out of his way to please his ever-growing longings?

“Do you even know how to dance?” Pantalone asked in a chuckle. Dottore frowned at him, his sharp teeth showing slightly from his slightly parted lips. “I told you, I’ve never busied myself with worthless pass times.” Pantalone smiled at him. “No worries, Doctor. I suppose I’ll.. take the time to teach you.”

And Dottore didn’t hesitate when Pantalone intertwined their fingers, and began to gently sway with him from side to side. He started slow, allowing Dottore to adjust to the new experience. Lifting Dottore’s arm, he gently spun himself around, his body pressing against Dottore for an instant. And fairly quickly, Dottore began to flow into Pantalone’s movements, picking up the pace until the two we’re engaged in an elegant— dare he say, oddly romantic dance. He found himself strangely enjoying the situation, as if he were dancing with a handsome bachelor instead of the deranged scientist he was with instead. Now, it was as if Dottore was a different person… or perhaps, maybe this was a side of him lying dormant for all this time?

For the first time, Pantalone felt truly at ease in The Doctor’s arms. He was sure that there were people gawking at them, but that didn’t matter to him anymore. And just for a moment, he reconsidered his attitude toward Dottore. Perhaps he was right, perhaps he wasn’t so dangerous after all.

But eventually the cheerful music came to a halt, and was replaced by a slower, more relaxing sound. A sharp pain jolted up Pantalone’s legs, and his feet felt excruciatingly sore from dancing in his high-heels. “Forgive me, Doctor, but I need to rest.” He said, straining. Dottore guided him to a nearby bench, helping Pantalone safely sit down without toppling over and injuring himself.

“This was quite the night, hm?” Dottore began as he sat next to Pantalone. Pantalone brought his hand up to rub at the bridge of his nose. “That was such a stupid idea, wasn’t it?… I let my guard down, and now the word is bound to spread. I fear I wont ever hear the end of it.” His abrupt change in tone seemed to have surprised The Doctor, who struggled to find an appropriate reply for his venting. “Oh, please, it’s not as if I took you to my bedroom.” He managed to muster. Pantalone whipped around to face him. “My, what a bold statement!” He gaped at him in shock.

I mean, really, did he hear the words that came out of his mouth sometimes? He could easily blackmail the man and he wouldn’t even need to do any deep reviewing; he could go purely off of his own authentic words.

Pantalone rubbed at his leg through the tight material of his stockings. “It’s getting late, Doctor. I should return to the palace soon.” He explained. “Please, Pantalone, allow me to walk you back. I, too, have urgent work that needs to be attended to.”
“…Offering to walk me home, are we?” He cocked an eyebrow curiously. “Well, frankly I don’t see the point in the two of us taking separate trips, as we are both headed for the same destination.” He was quick to defend himself, which certainly rose some confusion in Pantalone.

“Well then, if thats the case… I’m ready to return now.” He announced in a breathy voice, rising from the cold, wooden surface of the bench in which he was seated. Dottore followed shortly, brushing off his baggy trousers with his palms. “Let us head off, then.”

And soon he found himself at the entrance of Zapolyarny Palace, standing back as the guards pried open the heavy gates for the pair. Pantalone breathed a sigh of relief as a light warmth engulfed his body. The palace was never well heated, but it was certainly much better than spending nights and days out in the frigid snow.

The doors shut behind them with a boom. Pantalone extended his limbs into a long stretch, relishing in the pleasant pull of his muscles. “I suppose I should thank you, for tonight…” He said, turning to Dottore. “Oh? Really, it was no trouble.” Dottore confessed, grinning. “Tonight was… quite amusing, I must say. It was quite the pleasant change from my usual routine of demanding work and tight schedule..” He sighed, brushing a strand of his own curly hair behind his ear, attempting to ignore Dottore’s almost eerie stare as he listened intently to his words.

“Something positive about me? From The Regrator? That’s quite new.” He jested, cutting in before Pantalone could have the chance to respond respond. “I must go resume my work in the lab now. I fear the mess that I may be presented with when I return…” He grumbled. “I presume you can find your own way back to your bedroom?”
“Why, of course I do!” He scoffed.
Dottore chuckled, awkwardly standing and rubbing at the side of his neck when Pantalone didn’t move. Pantalone gave him one last smile. “Farewell, Doctor. I’m bound to see you around again sooner or later..” Dottore smirked at him. “And that you will, I’m sure of it.”

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hey y’all!!! i know it’s been a hot minute since i’ve updated this, but that’s mostly because i plan on updating all of the existing chapters!! throughout the months i feel like i have greatly improved with my writing and i’d like to touch this fic up a little bit since it means so much to me.

so yeah, this is not discontinued!! but it will take me quite a bit to update the whole thing, haha

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