[ In Liyue, his hair had made him stick out like a sore thumb amongst a sea of brunets. At the time it hadn't bothered him, but it did make it even more hard to fit in with that and the negative connotations surrounding the Fatui, much less a Harbinger.
He'd never been called beautiful before. He's called others that in the past, so to hear it applied to himself makes him laugh a little in that careless but not unkind way of his. ]
You're one to talk. [ If there's any lingering tears on Shell's face it's probably noticeable, how they suddenly lift off of his skin, coming together in the air to coalesce into something pointed and circular. It's very small, but the shape is distinct.
It's a sunflower. ]
Since it's so cold in Snezhnaya, the things that grow there have to struggle to do so, often with failed results. But - outside of it, in the sun and the warmth and under clear blue skies, I've seen some lovely things. You remind me of one such thing.
[ Maybe he can't wax poetic like Zhongli does, but there's earnestness behind the statement all the same. It's in the smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, in the way his fingers come up to caress over Shell's cheek before cupping his face, pulling him into - another kiss, yes he's going for it if Shell will let him. It's a soft melding of their mouths together, a honeyed glide of lips over Shell's (nevermind the blood he might taste) that's insistent and probably infinitely more soft than expected of Childe. ]
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He'd never been called beautiful before. He's called others that in the past, so to hear it applied to himself makes him laugh a little in that careless but not unkind way of his. ]
You're one to talk. [ If there's any lingering tears on Shell's face it's probably noticeable, how they suddenly lift off of his skin, coming together in the air to coalesce into something pointed and circular. It's very small, but the shape is distinct.
It's a sunflower. ]
Since it's so cold in Snezhnaya, the things that grow there have to struggle to do so, often with failed results. But - outside of it, in the sun and the warmth and under clear blue skies, I've seen some lovely things. You remind me of one such thing.
[ Maybe he can't wax poetic like Zhongli does, but there's earnestness behind the statement all the same. It's in the smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, in the way his fingers come up to caress over Shell's cheek before cupping his face, pulling him into - another kiss, yes he's going for it if Shell will let him. It's a soft melding of their mouths together, a honeyed glide of lips over Shell's (nevermind the blood he might taste) that's insistent and probably infinitely more soft than expected of Childe. ]