Childe "I Can Make Her Worse" Tartaglia (
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gotta check myself 'cause I just can't believe / that you were in my heart, you were in my head
[Regrettably, he knew he had to go, to return to Snezhnaya on the call of The Jester to join the new project that was moving forward. It'd been nice being in Fontaine, and with all his heart he wishes he could have stayed a while longer, even if it were just to help out the House of the Hearth while he was still recovering. His cough was still ragged and his body still felt a little weak, and Childe would never let anything like that stop him from moving forward and pushing himself- but for now, he'll have to accept that he'll need to take it a little easy as he travels back to the homeland. Still, he would have loved to of had a little sparring session against Lumine or Arlecchino before he left...such is the transient nature of a Harbinger always on the move. Sighing with resignation, he heads back to the Court of Fontaine, to prepare for the journey back...it wouldn't be a short trip, and he'll milk all the time he can out of this before he has to deal with the responsibilities he'll have to take care of.
Maybe if he's lucky, he'll get to run into Lumine again before he leaves. The timing was both impeccable and terrible, only getting to see her for such a short amount of time and it wasn't even alone. He can hope for a reunion, but he knows the chances are slim...
Luckily for him, the Northland Bank is located in Fontaine as well, so while the House of the Hearth stays relocated in Poisson for the time being, he can get himself a nice place to stay while getting ready to leave. On one such day, he's out and about in the city proper to buy a few things for the trip back, a few bags in his hands, enjoying the fresh air. As his eyes scan over the shops for somewhere else to stop at, he swears he sees the tiniest sliver of white flash around a corner, eyes widening in surprise. Was that who he thought it was...?
Curiosity gets the better of him, abandoning his task for the moment to chase after the white-clad figure, hoping and praying that he'll be greeted with the sight of those familiar golden locks that he's longed to see again. Childe's steps pick up the pace, not realizing how fast his heart is racing now, eyes darting back and forth as they sweep over the crowd in hopes of catching a glance of what he thinks he saw. For a moment, he's certain that he's lost her, lost whatever he was chasing after, but from behind him is the unmistakable lilt of a voice that's all too familiar in his ears.
Turning around, he sees her, she's right there at one of the displays outside of a shop, and his whole body fills with joy. Wasting no time, Childe closes the distance between them, his voice bright despite his condition.]
Comrade! What a coincidence! Here I thought our last meeting would be the last time I'd see you for a while.
Maybe if he's lucky, he'll get to run into Lumine again before he leaves. The timing was both impeccable and terrible, only getting to see her for such a short amount of time and it wasn't even alone. He can hope for a reunion, but he knows the chances are slim...
Luckily for him, the Northland Bank is located in Fontaine as well, so while the House of the Hearth stays relocated in Poisson for the time being, he can get himself a nice place to stay while getting ready to leave. On one such day, he's out and about in the city proper to buy a few things for the trip back, a few bags in his hands, enjoying the fresh air. As his eyes scan over the shops for somewhere else to stop at, he swears he sees the tiniest sliver of white flash around a corner, eyes widening in surprise. Was that who he thought it was...?
Curiosity gets the better of him, abandoning his task for the moment to chase after the white-clad figure, hoping and praying that he'll be greeted with the sight of those familiar golden locks that he's longed to see again. Childe's steps pick up the pace, not realizing how fast his heart is racing now, eyes darting back and forth as they sweep over the crowd in hopes of catching a glance of what he thinks he saw. For a moment, he's certain that he's lost her, lost whatever he was chasing after, but from behind him is the unmistakable lilt of a voice that's all too familiar in his ears.
Turning around, he sees her, she's right there at one of the displays outside of a shop, and his whole body fills with joy. Wasting no time, Childe closes the distance between them, his voice bright despite his condition.]
Comrade! What a coincidence! Here I thought our last meeting would be the last time I'd see you for a while.
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His moans and words sending her heart to soar, to fill her heart with a tender love that would scare her away if she didn't feel it was right. But it did, it felt right and to hear him call her his shining star in the night sky... She felt like she had her wings back and can take flight with this love.
Before she can respond, his lips had captured hers in kiss that she returned with every ounce of love in her body. Moaning into his mouth, wanting him to feel how much his words meant to her. How much his love was felt by her too. Dropping her jaw to bring her tongue to dance with his, a loud squeak of a moan in his lips at the picked up speed of not only his hips but the small droplet too. )
Childe... Tartaglia...
( Her thighs shook, body crescents against his and she clutched his shoulders. Her own climax interrupts her, she can feel him coat her insides and she can feel herself rising and falling with his chest as he caught his breath. Her body now only associating these feelings of absolute bliss and fullness with this man and this man only. Getting to see him come undone like this again, will etch itself in her memories too.
Returning the sweet kiss with her own loving tenderness, smiling down at him so sweetly and loving. Happy tears in her eyes, though it did not fall, as she pressed another sweet and calm kiss to his lips. Perhaps it was too soon, or there was a better time to say it, but it's how she felt. And for once, she wanted to voice her own feelings. Before cuddling close against him, and she whispered her words: )
I love you....
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I love you...
Tartaglia's breath out is both heavy and breathless all at the same time. His arms come up to wrap themselves around her, despite his exhaustion, or maybe in spite of it- he needs her more now than ever, surprised at her confession and feeling his entire chest buzz because of it. His heart has never beat harder in his life, closing his eyes and lying there with her on top of him like he'd lose her if he ever let go. It's a moment he never thought he'd see, another first today among many.]
I love you too, Lumine. I love you so much.
[He murmurs it as he holds her, his hand coming to rest on the back of her head as he holds her against his chest. His head cranes to place a small kiss to her forehead, before falling back to the pillow, silent and appreciating.
Childe waits a few moments to let it all sink in, running his hand lovingly across the canvas of her back, painting it with a fondness and devotion, his hand the paintbrush. Her skin is so soft, he could caress her forever if he was allowed. When he does speak, it's quiet, as if it were important to break the silence gently for fear of ruining the moment.]
If you don't mind, I think I'll stay here for a while longer than planned. If anyone asks, I'll just say I got lured in and kidnapped by the traveler, hahaha.
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This was why the heroes in those novels fight tooth and nail for their love. To never want to lose someone that makes them feel this happy. Eyes closed in a sense of peace she's not felt truly in so long. Perhaps, tonight she would get to sleep without the nightmares. His reciprocation filled her with such happiness. Cuddling in close to his chest, letting his heartbeat ease her, his warmth enveloping her, his hand cradling her head and the other painting caresses along her back. Probably the most relaxed she's felt in so long.
His whispered words brought back reality that he'd have to leave soon, she too would have to leave for Natlan, anyway. As much as she'd like to just lay like this forever, that wasn't reality. But his words did quickly bring a smile to her lips. Looking up at him, cheek squished against chest, eyes sparkling with glee at him staying just a bit longer with her. )
I don't mind at all, stay as long as you can. Hahaha, I'm sure they're used to me foiling some part of their plans, this would probably be my most impressive foil yet.
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Tartaglia can't help but laugh at how she reacts. Those glowing eyes, amused and happy at his decision, that sight alone was worth any reprimand he'd get from Jester and then some.]
To think, the Traveler single-handedly delaying our special project because she refused to let a Harbinger go, [he teases, already forgetting the name of Project Stuzha.]
"My deepest apologies," [he begins to say as if he were speaking with the other Harbingers,] "you see, I've been a prisoner of war, locked up against my will. I was weak and unable to do much, subject to all of the Traveler's whims. There was nothing I could do other than focus on recovering until I could escape." Does that sound like a good excuse?
[He asks with a laugh, knowing full well that no one's buying that story. It's no secret that he'd taken a liking to Lumine, and no Harbinger will believe that he was kidnapped. He definitely stayed of his own volition.]
It'll put you in the books for one of the greatest blows dealt to the Fatui. Not even that Mondstadter came close to ruining our plans, hahaha.
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A silly smile appearing on her face, a light laugh in return as she just laid there listening to his voice. The buzz of his chest as he talked, her smile growing with his teases. A soft laugh at his 'apology' to the other Harbingers. )
That sounds very convincing. I think you may even fool your Archon with that apology if you sell it good enough.
( This is also where she can see Paimon piping up and teasing him about him not hiding his interests in Lumine. At the mention of Diluc's attempts of ruining the Fatui, she can only laugh in return. )
I think he'd be quite proud of me, actually. It's not everyday anyone can handle kidnapping a Harbinger. Especially a combat-hungry one at that, hehehe.
( Though she can see him being heavily disappointed in her falling for said Harbinger. )
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But that's not what he wants to concentrate on right now, as appetizing as an all-out brawl with Her Majesty would be. The love of his life lies on his chest now, so he'll focus on this and nothing else until he has to return to Snezhnaya.]
Well, I certainly can't deny that.
[One hand lifts from her back to cup her cheek, and his eyes lock deeply with her own, lovingly gazing at her as he gets lost in the golden hues of her eyes. It's too easy to stare into them and become hypnotized by them, as he has so many times before...but at least now, he doesn't have to hide it.
His voice lowers in volume, taking on a more ginger, tender tone as he speaks.]
I'm not easy to capture, so you should feel proud of your feat.
[Leaning up and in, he presses his lips to hers again, a short kiss before lowering himself back onto the pillow. He doesn't want to move, or do anything- all he wants to do is lie there with Lumine, soaking in her warmth, and enjoying this short-lived moment.]
I wouldn't mind lying here the rest of the day. I'm too relaxed now, and you've tired me completely out, haha.
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Her face lifting with the guidance of his hand to he cheek, resting against it and she can't help but bring her own hand up to rest on his cheek. Running her thumb over a freckled cheek, though they aren't as prominent as his brother's, they were faint but still there. One just had to have the luck of getting close enough to see and count them. Eyes that only light up for those special to him, to show the excitement in battle. Grateful that he's still here with her and she'd not lost him. His gaze so loving it brings butterflies to flutter in her rib cage.
His words bring her soft smile to morph into one of amusement. )
That you're not and I'm grateful of that fact.
( She presses into the kiss, short and sweet, perfect for basking in the afterglow of such an intimate act of love making. With a silly roll of her eyes, completely unserious, as she smiled down at him. Voice almost groaning for what's to come. )
I've tired you out? I'll most likely be bedridden thanks to you, you know.
( Not only from the intense sex, but he wasn't exactly small. Her legs would so sore and shaky. Plus having to look for any marks he'd left on her person. )
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He laughs at her retort, shrugging his shoulders lightly. He did work her body, but he can't help but take his own little stab at her.]
Don't tell me I was a little too much for you to handle, comrade.
[That smarmy smile comes out, clearly teasing her, but the opportunity presented itself and he can't miss it. Childe immediately winces to prepare for her retaliation, still smiling even as he does so- he knows he did something to deserve some kind of punishment.]
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Reaching over to poke into his side, not gentle but not enough to bruise. )
You really can be annoying sometimes, you know. Go to sleep so I can go shower.
( She did not want to take the risk of boosting his ego more than it already is by trying to see if she can walk alright. Lumine closes her eyes to feign sleep. But she does after a while take his hand in hers, lacing her fingers with his. Even if she got off him, she didn't want to lose contact. Perhaps she can finally have a good night's sleep after so long. )
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[There goes his face, as she shoves it away from her and gets up off of him. But the retribution doesn't stop there, as her finger comes into his side to poke him. He recoils and laughs, creating more room on the side of the bed for her to claim, propping himself up on one arm as she pretends to sleep. He stares at her silently, wondering what exactly she meant by telling him to go to sleep when she's the one over here lying there with her eyes closed.
It's even more amusing when she reaches for his hand, intertwining his fingers with hers as she lies there. It's a sweet gesture, and Childe lets his thumb run over her the parts of her hand that he can reach, smiling softly.]
I thought you said you were going to shower.
[He waits patiently, staring at her face, trying to get a glimpse of if she even tries to open her eyes to look at him. He's not buying that she's trying to sleep at all, though it's not as if she's trying to sell it too hard, to him.]
I'd be more than happy to assist you with it, if you wish.
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( Even with her eyes closed feigning sleep, she can feel his gaze on her still. The stroke of his thumb over her hand bringing a soft, warmth of comfort. Blinking her eyes open to look up at him, now his elevated more than her own. Though she'll admit the absolute suspicion she has with his offer to assist.
It's now she decided to tease him back in return for his own tease earlier. Sitting up with her blanket wrapped around her shoulders, a smirk of her own on her face. )
Unable to stay away from me for too long already, Tartaglia?
( Perhaps any other time where he wasn't still injured, which she hasn't forgotten about, she'd find a way to get him to carry her to the shower at least. But last thing she needs is to push his body too much. But she won't voice it as he already doesn't want her to worry about his injuries, or at least the ones that haven't fully healed. )
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He can't help but laugh, amusement dancing in his eyes as he looks up at her from his prone position on the bed. If she thinks that's going to work on him, she's got another thing coming.]
Well, it is as the old Snezhnayan saying goes, "the icy, eternal sleep holds no power while one is in the throes of love."
[His eyes lid heavily at her, blinking once, slow and intentional. If she wanted to put up a fight with him, he'd happily oblige- but in a different way than maybe she's used to coming from him. He's aware that pushing himself too hard now would only end in more pain and a slower recovery- so he'll find a different way to fight ;)]
It's hard to stay away when a warm light such as yourself illuminates and warms my soul.
[He smirks, but that doesn't mean that he's being facetious- Childe means every word he says, and his hand reaches for her, just so he can feel her underneath his touch.]
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I don't know why I don't believe that's not something you just made up.
( She let's a light chuckle out as she stores that saying away in her memory. The way he was looking at her, she would have turned away if it weren't for the passionate love making they just did. But she's able to keep eye contact with him, gaze holding a softness to its challenging hold.
Surprise fills her and her heart flutters, before she playfully rolls her eyes. Moving one side of the blanket into one hand and her free hand reaching out for his. Resting their hands on her thigh where he could feel the shake of her legs, though more faint than it was before. )
You're a lot more poetic than I thought you'd be, I'm surprised.
( She leans down to kiss his cheek, before covering his face with layers of blankets in order to hurry off the bed and make a break for the bathroom. At least she won't hit the floor, though still a bit shaky. )
🎀
I have a way with words sometimes, [he says as she leans down to kiss his cheek. It's a sweet gesture, and his cheek tingles with the ghost of her lips once she leaves it...
...only to get stuffed full of blankets right in his face immediately afterward. She caught him off guard, and he almost complains that that wasn't fair at all. He flails and tries to throw them off as fast as he can, getting a glimpse of that cute lil Lumi butt before she scurries off to the bathroom. Sighing with content, he lies back down on the bed, to close his eyes and rest for the time being- but he'll only see her behind his eyelids, which will never be an unwelcome sight.]