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If you wanted to find all kind of trinkets or hidden jewels, Port Ormos was your place. When Lumine found her Mora pouch heavier than usual, and her time not tightly scheduled by any particular errands, she enjoyed walking down the busy streets of the port city; the scent of spices that tickled her nose, the vibrant colours and notes that followed her anywhere she'd go. She enjoyed that familair chaos, that life that seemed to burst from every corner.
She was only casually browsing one of the many stools when her eyes caught a silver necklace. At the end of it there was a pendant, the same one she was holding now between her hands, her callous thumb running over the pattern that had made her mind wander to crashing waves, to waters that were unstoppable and yet elegant in their destruction. It was beautifully crafted, even with the worn out signs of time and use on its metal surface.
She was holding it on her palm, stretched out for Childe to take it.
"Just in case so you won't forget how my face looks like." her tone was soft despite the playful smile lingering on her lips. If he were to look carefully, he'd notice the pendant was thicker than others, and able to open in half. Inside, Lumine had carefully placed a picture of her taken with a Kamera. She looked almost shy in that portrait, unable to look too natural after she had convinced Charlotte to take that photo for her without asking too many questions (which meant she had promised a next interview regarding all Natlan scoops next time Lumine would be free).
She suddenly felt silly looking down at that second hand necklace, for wanting Childe to take a part of her wherever he went, when they'd be apart for long enough she was afraid she might forget his scent, or how his laugh came warm waves from his chest when he truly looked... Content around her.
Ugh... She was being too cheesy, wasn't she?
Of all the places he'd been so far, Sumeru was perhaps the one the most opposite to his homeland; hot, dry and hot. Very hot.
At first, it had it's charm. It was nice to feel the sun on his skin, to see new clusters of freckles deepen on his cheeks, to smell and taste new foods. But eventually, his pale complexion turned pink and he had to buy an ointment to stop it from burning rather than waste all his healing food and he got bored of feeling so thirsty. It was starting to get to the point of irritation. The only thing stopping that, was the traveller and her company.
Adventures are best shared, he'd learnt. Sure, he wished he could go off on his own travels but having those experiences with someone- someone you cared deeply for- makes them all the sweeter.
There are markets and stall places in every town or port he'd been too and despite his appreciation of the finer things, there was nothing better than a merchant selling their homemade wears.
It was cooler by the port, albeit slightly, but at least it meant he could wear most of his usual wardrobe without worrying about passing out from heat exhaustion- the gloves being the only exception and tucked into his pocket. This meant his rings were now touching his bare skin and it was such a strange sensation, he couldn't stop fiddling with the one on his index. Childe had become distracted by some intricate designs of various jewellery. He always wondered if he should bring some home for his family but the only ones who ever wore any were his older sister and one of his older brothers.
His attention was pulled away when he was offered the pretty pendent from his company. He looked between it and her before taking it from her hands. There was a warmth in his cheeks he was sure he could blame on the sun but that didn't mean he could completely understand himself why the offer made his heart skip.
Childe smiled in thanks as he ran his fingers over the man made markings. It was beautiful, small but intricate and it's complexity made it seem bigger than it actually was. His thumb found the latch and with a gentle press it popped open. When his eyes laid on the picture and matched it to her words, his heart swelled and his smile grew.
He chuckled at the ridiculous notion but for some reason there was something oddly captivating in the photo of the blond. She seemed... Vulnerable. In a way he felt he'd never seen her before. It felt intimate, all of it.
Blue eyes looked up to golden, to the person he cared for in a way he'd never cared for anyone else. The intensity and magnitude of it was as terrifying as it was thrilling. He cupped her cheek to underline his honesty. "Like I'd ever be able to forget a face like yours, Mila."
That didn't mean he wasn't going to accept the gift, however. Childe closed the pendent and unfastened the clasp to wrap around his neck. The chain was the perfect length to slip under his shirt and land just over his heart- how stupidly cheesy.
But he could always do something dumb to make it cheesier. Childe removed the ring on his pinky. He grabbed her hand before she had to chance to deny him, placed it in the centre of her palm, and wrapped her fingers around it.
"I know you don't like wearing things that don't remind you of home, so consider this a loan. You don't have to wear it but keep it on you and if you think you're about to forget my handsome face you can look at this and think of me."
There was something that hurt his heart at the idea that they'd be saying good bye for long enough for that to even be a possibility. But with each farewell was the joy of looking forward to her company again. He still hadn't let go of her hands as he thought about how long that would mean this time round.
Snowfall brought back malinchony and heartbreak. The comforting crunch under boots, her breath fading in a cloud before her eyes, his warm hand on her red cheek. Bright crimson, like warm blood and a smile that never melted in that world surrounded only by freezing white.
She wasn't oblivious, Lumine could see it every time she backed away that something in him was in pain. There was always a sadness lingering in the blue of Ajax's eyes, a shadow that hovered even when the corner of his lips turned up. Rather than bringing comfort to whatever demons taunted him in this life, she was only adding further to that load.
The weight shifted beside her. She didn't have to look away from the tv screen to know he had at last left her behind as she heard his feet moving towards the kitchen.
That small old sofa was so empty, so cold the moment he had left.
All that talk to herself and Aether, promising mostly to herself that she would make sure to protect this second chance Ajax had been given, and she couldn't even bring herself to turn her hear, not daring to look at his back turned to her.
Breath in, breath out.
She held her own hands together to stop the trembling of her fingers.
The blanket was tossed on the side once she was able to get up.
There it was, his back turned to her. She had never been fond of that image, neither of her brother's, not after everything that had happened.
"The kind of wise host who allows the expert to help out?" Despite the thicker socks, the cold seeped in her feet, but she still moved to follow and stand by his side. She gently bumped his side with her shoulder, smiling, or at least pulling the most apologetic smile she could never seem to put into words because words would never be enough in the first place.
"There's no joy in watching a movie by myself anyway." She stated, only then looking up to him.
"Said expert is willing to teach you the secrets of cooking."
It was wrong, deep in his person, he knew he shouldnt keep playing this game. It wasn't healthy for either of them. They needed a friend. Ajax had been quick to ruin that. She was a pretty woman, infinitely interesting, she was quick and smart and funny, but any time he got too close she became cold and closed off. Just him. He gathered he reminded her of someone. He had no clue who and he never pressed the issue. Didn't even try to bring it up with the family who only shot daggers his way... Whoever it was he was a reminder of did an absolute number on her. What he never got was why she continued to pursue a relationship with him.
So why did he? Was he really so desperate for a friend that he'd continue this despite how it obviously hurt her and then in turn hurt himself? Gods, why was the answer 'yes'?
He was so wrapped up in his thoughts he hadn't notice her getting close until she spoke. "The expert hm?" His lips curved into a courteous smile as his eyes stayed on the back of the bag of pirogi, his native Snezhnayan partly covered by the sticker of the common tongue translation over the top, the same typo on every bag regardless of the filling 'cook at 1000c for 7 minutes'. It was only when she nudged him that he glanced down her way, seeing the smile on her lips. She was a bad liar. But just because he could tell she was lying, didn't mean he knew what the truth was. And sadly, in a lie, there was remanence of truth.
"I suppose you're right, I like hearing your commentary." The movie could wait, he also liked doing things with her and maybe doing something would distract from the want to be close to her and his ever constant thoughts. "So, Ma'dam Expert, what do you plan to teach me with the dregs in my fridge and a bag of frozen pirogi." He shook the frozen goods for emphasis. "Oh and 4 and a half bottles of firewater." The half bottle was still on the side of the counter, the other 4 cheap stuff sat in his freezer taking up most of the precious space he had. Since Lumine had been coming over he had to buy an extra glass, an extra mug, extra cutlery. Before hand, he just reused the same stuff, not like he had the space for too much else... but he made space for her.
Letters had become more common between the two of them with time; like with any other person she grew fond of, she finally started returning his own exchanges. She would write to Childe to update him about her adventures, about new food or creatures she would discover, of her new acquaintances as she made her way further in Teyvat in the search for answers. and her brother.
Her calligraphy usually elegant and delicate on paper had come out clunkier in the last one sent to him, the pen struggling to put her simple request into words. She had disappeared for some time from everyone's radar before the burden on her shoulders had lifted enough for her to leave that state of great sorrow she had been left in. She had asked him to meet, something about a lunch treat offered to him and new sword techniques learnt in Natlan, to hide the real feelings behind that clumsy invite.
They met, they ate. She could already breath more easily by his side. It was her sword that did not appear on that day, though. She was tired of fighting, no matter of the context.
"Please, stay." it was the first time she had voiced it out loud, her fingers holding gently onto his after the sun had lowered in the sky and was now barely visible in the horizon. Perhaps selfish in her demand, knowing his own busy schedule. But just for this one time, she needed him.
He loathed the paper work, hated spending even 5 minutes sat at a desk doing report after report. It felt so unnecessary. The results were proof enough of what happened, no? After all these years and many many reprimands he's capable of fulfilling the most dull part of his duty- or rather he's better at writting what they want to read and spending the rest of his time chained to a desk on something more joyful, correspondence.
Without fail, every day he'd write a letter home, namely to Tonia. He'd write about his day in code, his guise of a travelling toy seller. Tonia was old enough to know what it all meant, Tuecer still saw his fables as truths.
At first, less frequent, he'd write to the traveller. In the beginning it was short notes, mainly requests to spar. She started responding, which meant his responses- in turn- grew. Soon he became delighted at every letter with her handwriting. Slowly, Childe could tell her moods from the loops of her letters, the crossings, the dots, the grammar. He was beyond happy when the harbinger would see her in person- a happy accident here, a well timed coincidence there. But the letters kept him barely satiated between those moments. He'd over heard a Fatuu remark on how he'd been spending more and more time at his desk and somehow that Fatuu ended up stationed in the chasm but that was a total coincidence. Not that Childe was shy of his relationship with the traveller. Whatever that might be. In fact he was proud to know her, happy to talk about her, brag about her even. His pages of writting to his siblings had more and more often become paragraphs of the moments he'd spent with her.
Then it stopped. The flow they had, the rhythm of their correspondence. He'd continue to write her. However, for a time he wouldnt hear back. That's fine. She's a traveller. She goes to far lands, much further than Childe could reach. Places where there's no post or pens and paper...
The lack had him rewriting his letters to her. A first. Usually what is, is. But he'd find himself writing about his day, writing down his thoughts of her. Then screwing up the paper. It'd make him itch so much he found himself having cleared out monsters from large sections of Fontaine until he got bored or ran out or ended up in a different region...
He was... worried. He didnt like the feeling, it felt uncomfortable and uncontrollable. Childe had thought about asking around for her whereabouts when a letter appeared on his desk.
It was her. But, well, anyone could tell something was wrong at a glance. He opened the envelope with a strange concoction of delight and concern. Eyes lovingly traced each letter which juxtaposed the irregular beat of his heart- not excitement or endearment but something perhaps worse.
Loops, crosses, dots. All a little different. Different enough for Childe to feel uneasy by the time he'd finished the letter despite her always enticing offer of company.
When the time came to see her, his unnamed anxieties had grown, circumvented only by the joy of getting to lay eyes on her again. He enjoyed the meal she offered (though he was more than happy and willing to pay), enjoyed her laughter, her tales of adventure. Everything she gave him he devoured greedily.
Please stay.
Two words. Sweet. Unheard of from her. Unheard of for him. It was enough to numb the feeling of her fingers in his, enough for his grip to tighten to ensure he could feel her still. Looking between her golden gaze, unblinking as though a 1000 year comet was passing by. "Of course." He said a little too quickly, with more certainty than he realised he had, like his tongue couldnt hold back all the words he'd hidden in crumpled bits of paper on his office floor.
It is not often she gets to sneak behind the 11th Harbiger to attempt a surprise attack and be successful with her plan. Her arms wrap around his neck, her chest pressed on his back, nose burying right behind his ear, where his soft hair tickles her skin the most, but she where she prefers to hide her face above all.
She inhales his skin, and in the least creepy way, or at least she tries to do so. The scent of home is not just Inteyvats anymore, neither just windwheel asters caressed by Barbatos. But of a stormy winter sea, of a trail of blood that always follows. She likes that smell, his scent.
"Can't sleep?" Her arms tighten gently around him, her lips brushing against some freckles that decorated his scarred skin. And like that, she chomps at his neck. Not too hard, but she needed to confirm he actually does taste of sea salt huh.
@nagareboshiko | unprompted but always pleasant ask
He couldn't be sure what time it was but the darkness painted the room blue and the moonlight was soft. His blue eyes, deeper and darker in the low light, rest unfocused on the soft blow of the sheer white curtains in his Fontainian apartment. Ajax sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but his boxers (which was strange for him as it was either all or nothing). Though he was absentminded, he wasn't too surprised by the embrace of his company- likely because he always wanted to know where she was whether it was in the confines of his apartment or the whole of Teyvat. Childe enjoyed the way she enjoyed him, how she wrapped her arms around him- slender and deceptively strong. Her sweet scent and familiar touch slowly drifted him back to reality.
Childe tiredly chuckled at the way she bit his neck, he reciprocated her hold as best he could by placing a hand on her's and pressing her calloused skin to his lips. "No, doesn't seem I can." His voice gravelly and low, full of the sleep he couldnt get. "Why are you up, Mila?"
ooc, I know im 20 years late but do u think Ajax would like Hamilton
She undoes the buckles of his jacket, only to snuggle inside it herself, wrap the fabric around both of them this way, before proceeding to buckle it all up again. Her eyes are barely visible, but sometimes sacrifices must be made for the greater cause. (Aka her own entertainment)
"Mission: infiltrate Snezhnaya starts now." not like she really needs to sneak in, but why not make it more fun at least.
Childe doesnt stop or question her actions for now. The traveller- to say the least- was a strange one. Odd dress sense, odd mannerisms, and odd quirks. But all of them endearing and something to admire and love about her. The harbinger allowed her to undo his jacket and get closer to him, then buckle it back up. It reminded him of what his siblings would do in the harsher winters or when it's past their bed time. He chuckled at her statement, amused how she was able to redo his jacket without seeing it so well. "You know you can just walk in, right?"
If it wasn't for the blanket she had to keep carefully wrapped around her body to protect her a little bit from his prying eyes, she would have wiped that dumb smile off his face. What was he so smiley about anyway? Watching her falling into disgrace because of a cash grab movie and a cheap line? Whatever was on his mind though made her groan softly against the soft fabric. Again, it wasn't the act itself that really mattered, but the principle in which it had happened in the first place. The weight on the sofa shifted by her side, but she still didn't make any effort to leave her cocoon.
"No." it wasn't a matter of if, it was a matter of "Never." she repeated her thoughts out loud. "It never happened." exactly, and if she said that many times, it would become true. Another tug at the blanket, another of his dumb smiles.
Because that was the problem, not that she obviously found her boyfriend, that was what they are now officially, attractive. But that she came undone under that stupid embarrassing movie line, with his dumb half accent. Maybe that was it, it wasn't the line that had her lose it, but Ajax's accent. Would that made it better though? Oh Archons, not only she was a deviant but she also fetishised the young man she was supposed to love. She was a horrible human being.
But he might be even more horrible, sadistic.
"No!" was that a squeak? She never squeaked. Her head turned so fast she could swear her neck had cracked at the sudden force, her frame half raised on the sofa, the blanket now almost looking like a cape on her shoulders and terror in eyes.
He wouldn't dare. She knew him enough though to know the problem was, he would freaking dare. Had this been his plan all along? She wouldn't be surprised if it was, but how could have he possibly predict her- oh. Maybe he had always known, that she was some kind of pervert. Like people addicted to something that refused to acknowledge their issue, and reality might have not hit her until this event.
She flopped back defeated on her seat, her gaze finding anything but his face. "Please." she had opened the blanket enough for him to slip through. That was her middle ground.
"Never." He repeated, still unable to stop smiling. "Cadet's honour." he placed his hand on his heart. Really, this was just going to be a great a memory to store in his bank of teasing, was it weird to also put it in his wank bank? He wasn't aware there was a venn diagram for that, uni is for learning he supposed.
Wow- that noise, shrill and so unlike her. She was usually so assured in her speech, this noise and sudden change in position completely surprised him and made him chuckle wickedly but it died down as she opened up the blanket to him.
He still couldnt help the look on his face, a mix of endearing love and wickedness. Ajax took this as a sign to lay and cuddle up next to her, wrapping his arms around her to hold her close in a comforting gesture. For a moment he held her in silence, before he had to ask, "So," He pressed a sweet kiss to her forehead, and relaxed is accent into his native Snezhnayan, the Rs heavier, the vowels more stunted and the consonants more pronounced, "you have a thing for my accent?" It felt odd to do, given how common tongue is taught so closely along side any country's own native language, and then in his special boarding school they were so thorough to ensure proper pronunciation- which basically meant it was more of a country accent by this point. Ajax rubbed his nose on her hear gently, "I wonder, how much of a thing."
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For the moon to shine so brightly, the darker the sky, the stronger her reflection of the sun she brings around her to those who are brave enough to dare the dangers of the night. Is she insane or is he insane for accepting whatever challenge presented to him? Perhaps that is exactly why they have always gotten along so well, after all; they've always matched their darkness, and insanity.
"I haven't thought that far in advance in all honesty." her grip is firm around his own gloved hand, her confidence verging on that arrogance she can't help but get it off her chest if in the right presence (his in particular when the blue of his eyes set her heart on fire). She is still holding his hand when she lowers her body enough to aim her free palm towards his legs, her target his shins in particular. The anemo burst is always her strongest ally when she needs to take anyone by surprise, and well, the easiest way to get someone on their arse too.
"Can't say that's ever been one of your strong points, moya mila."
The wonderful and tragic thing about fighting the same person over and over meant you learnt everything about them, it meant you knew when they tilted their sword or twitched their nose even, it meant they'd be going one way or another. For that reason, Childe knew she would be aiming for his legs and, given no sword, she'd be using one of her elements. He couldn't be sure which though, and that was what continued to make their duelling so exciting. Rather than parry or run away, he reciprocated the firmness on her hold tenfold. No matter which direction she threw him, she was going with him.
Of course she used her anemo blast, it seemed to be a reliable favourite of her's after all this time. Rather than put him on his knees though, it sent him flying backwards on his arse and he didnt let go of her the entire time.
"Nothing, huh" her hum announces that she is ready for mischief.
"Well then we shall make up for it then." she offers her hand ready for the deal "so if I bring you to your knees, you'll have to taste the healthy benefits of raw kapusta?"
The problem when someone knows you so well is that theyre able to put you into positions you possibly shouldnt be in but absolutely love to be in. That line was about fighting not sex, definitely not about raw kapusta.
The idea of raw kapusta was enough to make him hesitate, finding out his future wife had such a dark side made him question what else he didnt know about her. However, a fight was a fight, and he never turned down a fight. Especially not from his Lumine. "You're insane." If Lumine could make him eat kapusta that's one his his mother could never achieve. He doesnt care he's a fully grown adult he refuses. This would mean life or death. Regardless, he took her hand but squeezed it as he looked into her golden eyes, so beautiful, yet held such darkness behind them. "And what do I get out of it, if I bring you to your knees?"
"What?" did he not appreciate her metaphor? She even thought about that one carefully, shame. "Apparently raw cabbage is good to support your heart health and digestion. Perhaps next time we do some cardio we shall chew a cabbage leaf when I'll bring you to your knees again."
okay she was using facts, that usually meant she was being literal with that she meant. When she was trying to play him, she'd just play him - she likes her facts too much. He sighed his momentary embarrassment out.
"There is nothing you could make me do to eat a raw cabbage leaf, that's insanity. Besides, I'd say it's been a while since you last one like that."
Is that supposed to be their pre-marital spat before they even got married? Interesting.
"I'm not picky." her eyes narrow, lips pursed in thought. Should she say it?
"I like it especially when raw." There it is, she said it.
"Like your kaput in our spars, raw and quick."
"Raw?? It's not about being picky, it's- hm?"
He cut himself off, staring at her after her last comment. He wasn't quite sure he had heard properly. "What about our spars?" Despite having had a lot of sex with this woman and being a 20 something it still managed to throw him off when she said or did certain things in otherwise what he would consider a totally normal conversation. Years ago, he probably wouldnt have even noticed. After spending so much time with Lumine however...
Someone's keeping count, damn. She folds her hands on the table, her demeanour more serious now.
"Kapusta kiszona or boiled?" he needs to be more specific, because that is the real question, right?
"Kiszona or- no." Childe laughed, "No no, that wasnt the question, moy kochana. Kapusta should be loved in all it's delicious cooked forms, there is no competition." This is serious, he likes his kapusta. Cooked obviously, he's not an animal.
@nagareboshiko cont.
"Dating for 5 engaged to 2, not married yet and I need to know if I'll have to be cooking separate meals for us." Most of their life has so far been in Fontaine where there are few dishes which use the all mighty kapusta, hence the delay of such an important question.
Continued from here ☆彡 @tosxah
Of course, she would miss him, but that isn't the point. Kind of, but words would not be able to physically stop him the same way stealing his boots would.
Efficiency, one again, is what she is going for.
"I will miss you. That is why I will keep these as a memoir."
She boops Childe's nose, raising one foot and a dangling boot that was way too big for her, as if to make her point even clearer.
"However, it would be of such extremely bad manners to leave without shoes, a disgrace in the Tsaritsa name I would say." Nods nods, bad reputation and all.
"A win win, really. You stay, I got your boots and I won't miss you." It totally makes sense.
Memoir? Was she intentionally doing that? Damn though he knew it was the wrong word but he now couldnt remember the right one. Something. Memory?? No. M something.
Her boop brought him back. Oh she was bringing the Tsarista into this? She really was serious. "Wow thats a pretty weighty accusation there, moy malenkiy traveller." He took a step toward her, reached forward to tuck her pretty blond locks behind her ear.
It was a quick turn around when he bent down to hoist her onto his shoulder. "Guess ill just have to take you to the Tsarista so you can explain my 'disgrace'." He spoke in a friendly and teasing tone, making his way toward the front door clothed and nothing but his socks on his feet.
She slips the first boot in, probably double of her own size. The second one is on and she attempts to stand, the black leather baggy on her calf, her feet barely able to do a few steps before she almost stumbles.
"Can't leave if you don't have your shoes." hands on hips, she smiles with pride to her own genius.
Mission: Sabotage the 11th of the Fatui Harbingers, game on.
She could say she would miss him, but this sounds definitely more efficient.
Childe watched idly as he got ready to go, having been recently notified of a errand to run and not particually liking his plans being disrupted. Especially when they had involved Lumine. He didnt really question her motives as he went about putting on his socks and buttoning his shirt and jacket. It clicked only when she almost fell over in his shoes which were far too big for her and announced her intentions. It made him laugh as he took a few steps forward to appreciate her efforts, hand on chin as he hummed in thought. "You gonna miss me, Girly? Could just come with me, you know." He was more than happy to have her accompany him on his grunt missions. Made the usually laborious and unchallenging task of swatting off treasure horders more enjoyable and unfortunately he was the closest to this particular group that were causing some trouble in Fontaine. Too weak for the Fatuii around here to handle and too weak for him to even feel a small thrill at the kill. Oh well, no job is perfect.
