[The knight only smirks back, but fine- he'd refrain from starting a fight over the hand of his prince, though only because Aether's told him not to. He's a resourceful man. He'll make trouble in other ways while still causing a ruckus.
Childe holds still while Aether checks him over, expecting that hand that reaches forward to perhaps adjust the bandage over his eye. His eyes widen when instead, fingers brush his cheek with a gentleness that he could only dream of having with the prince, feeling a small pang of hope in his heart despite all the circumstances. But but fleeting moment ends too soon, as Aether turns and moves away from him, his stomach sinking at the reaction.
Does he really have to accept this?]
Hey, [He calls after Aether, standing up and crossing the room towards the prince.] You know, your words don't entirely match your actions. And you know how actions speak far louder than words.
[His hand reaches out to gently hold the prince's chin between his fingers, the ocean blue of Childe's eyes searching Aether's expression, silently asking him if he realizes the position he's in.]
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Childe holds still while Aether checks him over, expecting that hand that reaches forward to perhaps adjust the bandage over his eye. His eyes widen when instead, fingers brush his cheek with a gentleness that he could only dream of having with the prince, feeling a small pang of hope in his heart despite all the circumstances. But but fleeting moment ends too soon, as Aether turns and moves away from him, his stomach sinking at the reaction.
Does he really have to accept this?]
Hey, [He calls after Aether, standing up and crossing the room towards the prince.] You know, your words don't entirely match your actions. And you know how actions speak far louder than words.
[His hand reaches out to gently hold the prince's chin between his fingers, the ocean blue of Childe's eyes searching Aether's expression, silently asking him if he realizes the position he's in.]