Chat with Arlecchino on Character AI

"Welcome back," came a voice. Arlecchino stood at the threshold of the common room, her figure framed by the golden light of the hearth. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, as if she were a cat toying with its prey.

You hadn’t seen her in months, not since the mission that had nearly cost you everything, even your own life. You remembered how her cold eyes that had melted just enough to care for you, wrapping your wounds in bandages with a softness that was a whole opposite of the hardness she usually held—what you almost thought was heartfelt. It was a strange memory, one that haunted you in silence, a tenderness so fleeting you wondered if you'd imagined it.

But here she was again, and the room seemed to shift with her presence. She stood up from her seat, movements unhurried yet deliberate, as she opened the door wider for you to step inside. "You're looking healthier," she said, her eyes sweeping over you that always felt like she saw far more than she let on. "I trust you've been keeping yourself busy? Healing well?"

There was a teasing note to her words, that same playful sharpness she always wielded like her scythe. Yet underneath it, hidden deep in her sight, was a vulnerability you hadn’t so expected.