Childe "I Can Make Her Worse" Tartaglia (
monoceroscaeli) wrote in
insurmountable2021-12-31 10:35 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
you know i'm the type / type to risk my life, not afraid to die
[Call it crazy, call it morbid curiosity, call it insane. A craving for battle, a craving to test his skills against the powerhouses of the Abyss, he follows a few Heralds into the portal they'd left behind as they whisked themselves away from the camp they'd set up for their next assault in Teyvat. He couldn't leave the Abyss without aid, of course, but if he could find his master once again, he'd be able to return to Teyvat. And maybe get a good sparring match out of her while he was at it. Either way, he's got his sights set on those Heralds who thought they were alone, announcing himself behind them as he brandishes his weapons with glee.
They look surprised. Good. That was the point.
The battle rages on for some time. They prove to be incredible foes, taking several on at once. One dies, cut down by the Harbinger- the others wounded badly. But what Childe hadn't counted on was that they'd get reinforcements so soon, and with more numbers, they manage to overpower him. The Foul Legacy Transformation still proves to be a large burden on his body, and with waning strength, he finds himself captured and chained. The remaining Heralds drag him to an incredible hollowed out ruin, one that looks like the very architecture of the ancient dynasty from Khaenri'ah itself. Finally, he's thrown to the ground in a room that clearly was made for some sort of royalty, his knees hitting the concrete hard.
His head bowed, he coughs up blood, knowing he'd really messed up this time. This isn't good, and he has no way out of it. His body is wrecked. It's taking all his strength just to keep from passing out, as he looks up and sees the leader of the Abyss...]
They look surprised. Good. That was the point.
The battle rages on for some time. They prove to be incredible foes, taking several on at once. One dies, cut down by the Harbinger- the others wounded badly. But what Childe hadn't counted on was that they'd get reinforcements so soon, and with more numbers, they manage to overpower him. The Foul Legacy Transformation still proves to be a large burden on his body, and with waning strength, he finds himself captured and chained. The remaining Heralds drag him to an incredible hollowed out ruin, one that looks like the very architecture of the ancient dynasty from Khaenri'ah itself. Finally, he's thrown to the ground in a room that clearly was made for some sort of royalty, his knees hitting the concrete hard.
His head bowed, he coughs up blood, knowing he'd really messed up this time. This isn't good, and he has no way out of it. His body is wrecked. It's taking all his strength just to keep from passing out, as he looks up and sees the leader of the Abyss...]
no subject
lumine glances back at the harbinger, however, before she shrugs. ]
No. [ his first taste of rejection from her. how does it feel like? and how much does she want to bet that that will only frustrate him further? ] I'm in no mood to fight at the moment.
[ besides ... she reaches out a hand and pokes him on his injured side. she'll bet her life this part hasn't healed yet. ]
no subject
[He holds his side, stepping back a few steps. Oh, that's just insulting him now. She got him right between the broken ribs and everything.]
That was uncalled for! Hey, how are you going to say no and poke me like that?!
[Isn't that basically asking for a fight???? What is with her??????]
no subject
Because it proves my unspoken point that, while you're well enough to mouth me off, you're not well enough to fight me at your full strength.
[ and wouldn't that be a sad sparring match for him? again, she's not quite fond of bullying the injured and the weak—in his case, it's both. she'd rather not waste her energy on something that would end so quickly, and in an unsatisfying way. ]
... I'll send over a mage to help you redress your wound.
no subject
[He grumbles, but wow. Ugh. His frustration grows, ever bored with now wandering around. Something's gotta happen around here, he's got to get his vision back, this can't go on like this. He has things to do, gnoses to collect, foes to slay.]
Do you even plan on fighting me? I think you're just pushing it off because you're afraid.
[Last ditch effort. He knows it's not going to work.]
no subject
though were she admittedly someone different, someone who would easily get riled as much as he does, perhaps she would've risen to such goading. would've started a fight even before he can utter another word. but she's not, so she doesn't, and lumine simply levels him with a flat look as she continues her walk. ]
Then feel free to be insulted more. [ she waves offhandedly at him. ] Though you'll probably get tired of it eventually, given how long you might have to stay here.
[ she'd laugh but she's quite fond of this garden, even if much of it feels dead, and laughing would probably provoke his rage. ]
no subject
He'd wait. He'll wait until he's fully healed, and when that happens, he's going to throw this entire place into chaos and here's absolutely nothing anyone can do to stop him. As far as he's concerned, at least.
Fast forward three more weeks.
He's gotten a little bit of sparring out of his assigned Herald, which at least was something to let the steam out. He'd at least asked it not to hit him in his ribs where he was still healing, sighing but accepting this was going to be his life for the time being. He's learned the day to day here in the palace a lot better, and learned where the most chaos could be started too.
A fight breaks out in the courtyard, some squabble that turns into a scene among the mages. Childe had been seen talking to some of them days prior.
At the same time, an entire formation of Abyss soldiers get violently sick. Childe had shown the cooks a traditional Snezhnayan dish to make, having cooked it with them the two days before and eaten it right in front of them to show that it was safe. They tried the dish. It was good. So he wrote it down for them! Except he changed the ingredients to include something that wouldn't go over well with their stomachs.
Minutes later, an explosion happens in the kitchen. He'd managed to distract his Herald for enough precious seconds while he set up a recipe for disaster in there, feigning that he was going to cook something.
In the chaos, he slips away, beelining towards where he knew that the princess kept her quarters- and he's rummaging around in it looking for his vision. It's nowhere to be found, not at all. He turns it upside down, only to find that it wasn't here.
He should of known, ugh, so frustrating.]
no subject
the fight in the courtyard, the argument between the mages, the upset stomach of the vanguard, the explosion in the kitchen—there's only one person who could've done this, and she finds it rather amusing that this is how he tries to get her attention.
—or even keep her distracted.
lumine moves past the burning kitchen, leaving her guards to deal with it, while she makes her way to her quarters. she didn't spot him in the courtyard or hallways or even in the kitchen, which means that he's elsewhere that's not crawling with the orders' soldiers. and she can only think of one place where that is. ]
I see that you're not above going through a girl's bedroom.
[ she's leaning against the doorjamb, arms folded on her chest, her gaze flickering over the mess in her own quarters: clothes strewn everywhere, pillows thrown haphazardly, sheets pulled out and bundled up in a corner. ]
Did you find what you were looking for?
no subject
No.
[Is all he says, staring at her. Finally, after a moment, he asks:]
Where is my vision. Keep the delusion if you want, but that vision belongs to me.
no subject
humans are so foolish, to think that these are gifts from the gods. their acknowledgment of their ambition and strength. ]
If it's not here, then it's not here.
[ she straightens to her full height as well, slowly walking into her room. it's such a mess she has no idea where to even begin. she'll simply have the mages sort it out for her. ]
no subject
[He turns to her as she enters, now approaching her. All of that planning, and he's got absolutely nothing to show for it.]
I can kill each of them until I find it. And I will find it.
no subject
sometimes she wonders if he realises what he is in this palace. just because she's granted him the freedom to walk around doesn't mean he's also permitted to wreak havoc in her own domain. ]
You can try, [ she deadpans, still not turning to look at him. ] Your death will be on your hands if you do, not mine.
no subject
Since she's here, let's try that first.]
Give it to me now or I'm going to take it from you.
[He's done playing games. Maybe it's under her neck scarf. He seems to be searching with his eyes to find where she might be hiding it on her person.]
no subject
lumine pauses from her attempt to clean up her room and slowly turns around to face him, eyes following the line of his gaze. ]
Then take it, [ she calls him out, dropping her clothes back onto the floor. ] Or are you going to walk away again like before?
no subject
Ready yourself. I won't hold back.
[Knock her out, search her, get out. That's the plan.]
no subject
And yet you've held back for the past four weeks. So come, try and find it on me.
[ even if he won't find it on her person—or on anyone in the palace. she's not an idiot to hide it in a place where she's allowed him to roam freely. ]
no subject
He's sick of this. He wants to leave, with his things, to return home. To his duties, and to his family.]
no subject
lumine ducks to dodge his attack aimed at her face, his fist missing the top of her head by an inch, and deflects his other hand with a forearm. the blow stings, gritting her teeth as pain radiates up to her shoulder. but there's no point in checking it now, sweeping her leg across the floor to tip him over. ]
no subject
no subject
in retaliation, however, she picks up a piece of cloth from the floor and throws it at his face to divert him, summoning the dark ropes from last time with a gesture of her hand to wrap around his ankle and toss him across the room. ]
no subject
So that's how it's going to be, huh.
He picks himself up, feeling his heart beginning to race with excitement. This was the fight he wanted, even if he couldn't use his vision, Childe's expression turning from anger and irritation to a smirk that suggested he was beginning to have fun, despite how desperate he was to obtain that which is his.]
Now that's more like it.
[He immediately starts off in a sprint, to quickly close the distance between the two of them, going for a flying tackle- let's see how good she is with grappling.]
no subject
lumine ignores the throbbing pain in her arm as she digs her heels on the floor. he's bigger than her, heavier even—but that's something she can exploit to her advantage, grabbing his shirt with her uninjured hand and using his forward momentum to knock him down to the ground. her sword appears in her grasp, its blade pointed against his chest. ]
Get up.
no subject
But he's a tall guy. And her legs are right there.
First things first- his legs wrap around her own, using his foot to bend her knee in while he reaches up to grab the wrist with the sword, twisting her to the ground. That blade's gotta go, and the minute her grip loosens on it, he knocks it away. Once that's finished, he pins her to the ground, lifting himself up and onto her so she can't move, and begins his search.
Patting her stomach, looking for the bulge of a vision on her person, anywhere that's clothed. He'll sit on her and keep his feet on her wrists while he checks the bottom of her dress, to see if there's a secret pocket in it somewhere, feeling in the fabric as he bunches it up so he doesn't accidentally touch her somewhere inappropriate. He lifts her scarf up to see if she's wearing it as a necklace. When he doesn't find it there, he looks down her chest, trying to see if she's stuck it down there, but it's pretty dark.
Does she not have it???? he screams inwardly, irritation building.]
no subject
he's definitely heavier, more difficult to throw off now that he's practically straddling her. lumine's eyes narrow when she feels his hands roam over her dress in search of his vision. she does wonder if he ever thinks his plans through, if he ever considers that it's not very practical to keep such an item on her person.
she can see his expression twisting, turning more and more frustrated as he comes up empty-handed, even when he pointedly avoided certain areas.
what a strange boy. ]
You seemed to have missed a few key areas. Not used to touching a girl?
no subject
Are you really insulting me because I've chosen to give you the smallest amount of respect?
[You know what? Fine. If it's going to be like that, he's just going to reach right down her chest. His hand slips in, feeling around inside of her undershirt and corset, moving them aside looking for the familiar casing of his vision...
...As his face turns a bright red while he does so. They're really soft, and that's really distracting...
He finally pulls his hand out, angry that it wasn't there. His eyes burn at her once again, for making him think she'd hidden it in her chest. That probably means it's not anywhere else, either.]
Quit toying with me. Ugh.
no subject
she keeps her gaze on his face, watching in impassive amusement as his cheeks turn brighter and brighter with each passing second. despite stuffing his hand down her chest, however, she finds that he's still somewhat attentive, his fingers careful not to press or squeeze or move around something that shouldn't be moved around.
which only makes her want to take advantage of it even more, feigning a quiet moan when she feels his fingers brush against the underside of her breasts.
when he pulls away, she can see displeasure written all over his face. as the saying goes, if looks could kill, she'd indeed be dead several times over from his glare. ]
You're welcome. Did you have fun?
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)