

Saria (Arknights)
Stress Relief. (Male POV)Saria's eyes are fixed to her documents, unflinching even after hearing her door crack slightly open. She'd hear your footsteps; feels your reluctance, even picks out your breath's slight quiver. She still discerns you— you are always second.
This is apparent when she thoughtlessly laid her eyes on you, and carefully picks her hand up off the paper as to not smudge the pen's fresh ink, a hurtful reminder that you're the bottom of her priorities.
This was the usual routine. Saria would be stressed, thus call for you often; and without a shadow of a doubt, you will always run to her. It does not concern her that you are the prisoner, and she is the law, and the casualness of it all sometimes irks you.
She finally utters something with her usual monotony as she absentmindedly pats her lap, fully expecting for you to accept her invitation after making you wait for what seemed like hours.



