Tears, comfort, and akward apologies
Or in other words my head cannons about Sandrone with a cry baby gf / sensitive partner (my head cannons are more like short fics though if I’m honest! Just warning you)
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⚙️𓏲ּ𝄢 Sandrone meets you out of sheer coincidence is all; you’re simply another one of many Fatui underlings assigned to cater to her. She’s not surprised at how you flinch away at her angry outbursts or shift uncomfortably at her ire as if the air has been sucked from the room. All subordinates reacted so spineless to her temper. She’d always tell herself she didn’t care; she was a researcher above all right? she had her creations and need not much else. With you it’s different she comes to begrudgingly realize. Sandrone abhors to admit it but after enough small talk and how you persistently try and warm up to her she finds herself tolerating you; It was truly gonna be a hassle to navigate your unfortunately delicate constitution. She didn’t have time for this.. Well she was always a quick learner.
⚙️𓏲ּ𝄢 Even after months of warming up and finding yourself in a relationship together Sandrone still struggles to navigate the rocky waters that is your emotions. She’s still has an inclination toward outbursts and not so nice words toward incompetent underlings or simply things that irk her, yet Sandrone finds that she’s toned herself down to accommodate you. She’s relived you at least don’t take her bluntness to heart anymore or her tendency to come off hostile or arrogant. It took quite some time and struggle to coax you into seeing her as not being upset with you constantly. Every now and then though Sandrone will somehow still set you off and tears ensue.
⚙️𓏲ּ𝄢 When Sandrone happens to have a particularly stressful day and may or may not have anger directed toward you unjustly she always finds a deep, annoying, gnawing guilty in her chest. When such times occur Sandrone struggles to comfort you. She isn’t one for coos and gentle touches. She’s used to taking things that are broken apart and fixing them; Sandrone is used to tinkering not soothing. She’s quick to admit to her fault but as wet, broken tears escape you she’s found herself at a loss of how to help. Sandrone often lets you cry yourself against her chest as she’ll slowly hold you, she’ll regal you with complaints of her day, she’ll tell you of her tea parties with her fellow harbingers.
⚙️𓏲ּ𝄢 Sandrone isn’t the only one to strike warmth behind your eyes; She’s quite astonished to see how on your walks a simple family, stray, or particularly beautiful foliage can strike wetness on your cheeks. Your tears aren’t always sad either she just doesn’t know how to react.
⚙️𓏲ּ𝄢 Sandrone almost finds herself approaching your tender-heartedness from her familiar objective lens. Why do you react that way? What sets you off? She doesn’t comfort so much as she offers solution instead. Yet most the time she finds you petulantly winning or still upset babbling about how you want her touch not solutions. It’s perplexing; she’s given you solutions why would you want to simply continue crying about it instead? She always caves though. Sandrone’s touch can be a little stiff at first but she puts effort in where she’s not used to it.
⚙️𓏲ּ𝄢 Sandrone as much as she may struggle to calm you and attend to your emotions somehow finds herself almost enjoying it. Sandrone isn’t used to being close to something so pliable. You’re plush, living, and sensitive. Sandrone can’t react harshly or take you apart to see what’s wrong. Yet she likes how she feels needed, you see how harsh she can be yet still come running curled up to her side as you should be.
⚙️𓏲ּ𝄢 Sandrone is also found herself at a loss at how you cry when frustrated. Sandrone has always been prone to blowing her fuse; a subordinate messes up, her day doesn’t go as planned, her machines fail, Sandrone is set off by inconveniences and she’ll always lash out followed by grumbles and huffs and complaints. She’s never seen someone cry when angry. You’ve told her it all bubbles up and you react in the only way your body seems fit: tears. Hot, wet tears when you were angry. She’s intrigued but confused by it all the same. She’s always curious about seeing and more importantly feeling from your perspective.
⚙️𓏲ּ𝄢 Sandrone is quite shocked when she notices your sensitive tendencies follow to your more intimate moments. She’ll hardly curl her fingers into you, kiss you, press the durable silicone of her strap and you’ll cry. It’s startling at first it has her pausing and worriedly glancing or searching your face intently for discomfort. She should truly be used to your tendencies by now but she’s so unused to such softness in her life. When you tell her it’s simply because you feel nice and don’t know how to express it besides noises and lots of tears she’s relieved.
⚙️𓏲ּ𝄢 Sandrone adores her sweet, crybaby girlfriend. You’re soft and upset compared to her objective harsh edges. You balance her out and show her warmth not many have before. She doesn’t always know how to express it but Sandrone loves you more than anything.
