[Even now, still teasing him. Childe huffs in response, his eyes glittering in the moonlight with incredulity, amusement and a fire that craves conflict. It's almost as if he hasn't decided which emotion to follow through with.]
You, [he says, pausing to press a kiss to her lips,] just love to ruin the moment, don't you?
[Please spare him the thought of Luke, the Fatuus who guards the door of the Grand Goth Hotel, being in his bed. Ugh.]
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You, [he says, pausing to press a kiss to her lips,] just love to ruin the moment, don't you?
[Please spare him the thought of Luke, the Fatuus who guards the door of the Grand Goth Hotel, being in his bed. Ugh.]