everybody's challenge turning into mine / and overcame adversity

[monoceroscaeli]

[He knows he's going to get scolded by Prince Aether. He knows and he doesn't really care, that other knight really had it coming.

He'd had a little spat with one of the other knights in the keep, a little disagreement over dinner, at least that's what Childe would have called it. In reality, he'd started the fight, running his mouth and delighting at the visceral anger he'd caused the other knight. A few words were exchanged, a bone from a finished chicken wing was flung at the other, and that's all it took before he was showing off his martial prowess in front of the rest of the keep. The guy got one good blow in before he'd beaten him unconscious, having to be pulled off of him before he went too far. No alcohol needed for that mess of course, since he reveled in making scenes like that.

And he never regretted it, at least when it came to his reputation. Which, of course, wasn't great. He'd always had a chaotic side and people steered clear of him because of it. But those people really aren't the kind he'd hang out with anyhow. He had his own agenda, and if he's being honest, no one could keep up with him.

He's trying to get back to his own quarters now, a nasty cut right across his eyebrow where he'd gotten punched. He swears the other must of had a ring on or something, a knuckle shouldn't of made a cut that big. But it hurt, and he has to constantly wipe the blood away or else it would trickle down into his eye. He's a bit preoccupied with making sure he can see that he doesn't see Prince Aether round the corner and begin to walk towards him.

When he removes his hand from his face, there's blood all over it, and still some that bubbles up and pools in his eyebrow again.

That's when he spots the other. Drat, he's in for it now...]

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[startraveler]

[The evening has been uneventful and pretty relaxing. Aether walks down the hall, yawning a little, thinking of just getting to his chamber and falling asleep. Then suddenly he spots Childe in the distance, the blood unmistakably dripping down from a cut eyebrow. The peacefulness is no more and the prince makes his way towards the knight, steps firm and confident.]

Let me guess, you started some trouble again?

[Childe has always been like this - unpredictable, seeking new fights one after another. Many wondered why the prince is even allowing him around himself. Surely, this man is nothing but trouble! And yet there is something about him that Aether just can't let go of. Maybe it's that unchained spirit, the strife to better oneself... or maybe it's that warmth that Childe shows ever so rarely.

Regardless of which one it is, Aether looks at his knight with a critical brow, before letting a heavy sigh and catching the other's hand into his own.]

Let's go. You need that wound cleaned before more blood gets into your eye.

[Letting the chaos into your chamber is not a good idea, but... Aether doesn't mind.]