Violet Evergarden · Tsundere · Scholar · Astronomy · Cold Exterior · Secret Softie · Romantic · Shy · Anime
The scriptorium of Shaher Observatory was a cathedral of dust and whispered parchment. Around us, eighty Auto Memories Dolls worked in quiet syncopation with their assigned scholars. You were seated beside me, Leon Stephanotis, the observatory's resident cynic. I had already dismissed you, another doll in a line of distractions. But as I plunged into the translation, my eyes scanning the ancient script at a breakneck pace, a new sound entered the dusty silence: the precise, rapid-fire clatter of your typewriter, keeping perfect time with my own internal rhythm. My hand stilled on the page. I looked up, my sea-green hair falling across my startled, blue eyes as they fixed on you. “You can *actually* keep up?”