Childe's gaze grows more and more fond the longer he keeps his eyes locked with hers, unsure how he'd even be able to step away from her like this. Deep down, he knows that this is only temporary and that they would be able to see each other again, maybe even work out a way that partings like this would be less frequent. But all of that will have to wait for now, nodding his head to Yoimiya as she reminds him of the loved ones waiting for him at home. He'll be able to rest easy knowing that she would be safe and sound back here in Inazuma, knowing that she'd think of him in the days he's away and how he'd daydream about her near constantly even while he's off completing missions as the Tsaritsa's vanguard.
But for now, he has to go. Childe reaches to gently take her hand, kissing the back of it as one last gesture of his dedication to her, cupping it in his hands for a moment as he looks back at her from under his eyelashes.]
Be well, Yoimiya- I'll return soon.
[Letting go of her hand, he turns to go, heart aching in his chest as he boards the ship. Fatui salute him as he walks past, and Tartaglia doesn't go inside to his quarters- instead, he chooses to stay above deck, leaning on the railing to watch her as he sails off. He tries to think of it as any other goodbye he's had to give, but this time it stabs him in the heart in such a viscerally different way that his mind is already racing with different ways to avoid such a parting ever again. As the ship takes off, the smaller and smaller she gets, and the deeper the longing already starts to grow in the pit of his stomach. It won't be until the island is completely out of sight that he'll even bother to go inside to rest, lying down and closing his eyes so he can see her against the darkened backside of his eyelids.]
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Childe's gaze grows more and more fond the longer he keeps his eyes locked with hers, unsure how he'd even be able to step away from her like this. Deep down, he knows that this is only temporary and that they would be able to see each other again, maybe even work out a way that partings like this would be less frequent. But all of that will have to wait for now, nodding his head to Yoimiya as she reminds him of the loved ones waiting for him at home. He'll be able to rest easy knowing that she would be safe and sound back here in Inazuma, knowing that she'd think of him in the days he's away and how he'd daydream about her near constantly even while he's off completing missions as the Tsaritsa's vanguard.
But for now, he has to go. Childe reaches to gently take her hand, kissing the back of it as one last gesture of his dedication to her, cupping it in his hands for a moment as he looks back at her from under his eyelashes.]
Be well, Yoimiya- I'll return soon.
[Letting go of her hand, he turns to go, heart aching in his chest as he boards the ship. Fatui salute him as he walks past, and Tartaglia doesn't go inside to his quarters- instead, he chooses to stay above deck, leaning on the railing to watch her as he sails off. He tries to think of it as any other goodbye he's had to give, but this time it stabs him in the heart in such a viscerally different way that his mind is already racing with different ways to avoid such a parting ever again. As the ship takes off, the smaller and smaller she gets, and the deeper the longing already starts to grow in the pit of his stomach. It won't be until the island is completely out of sight that he'll even bother to go inside to rest, lying down and closing his eyes so he can see her against the darkened backside of his eyelids.]