[He really should stop being surprised when Childe so easily manipulates water like that, but the shape is a surprising one. And as if that weren't enough, Childe goes on to compare him to it -- to a flower. No one's ever said something like that to him before.]
[But how should he feel when he hears something like that? Why does it cause his chest to ache, tightening up and making it hard to breathe? Was it because he wished One were here, saying these things to him instead? He's not sure. And that confusion was why he pushed Childe away earlier.]
[But he won't push him away this time.]
[This time, his arm wraps around Childe's shoulders as he practically melts into it, a certain thrill fluttering in his chest as the feeling of Childe's soft lips against his own. And while Childe will no doubt taste the iron-tinged flavor of his own blood on Shell's lips, it's easy to ignore with how much stronger Shell's natural rosey-scent becomes when he lingers this close to him.]
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[But how should he feel when he hears something like that? Why does it cause his chest to ache, tightening up and making it hard to breathe? Was it because he wished One were here, saying these things to him instead? He's not sure. And that confusion was why he pushed Childe away earlier.]
[But he won't push him away this time.]
[This time, his arm wraps around Childe's shoulders as he practically melts into it, a certain thrill fluttering in his chest as the feeling of Childe's soft lips against his own. And while Childe will no doubt taste the iron-tinged flavor of his own blood on Shell's lips, it's easy to ignore with how much stronger Shell's natural rosey-scent becomes when he lingers this close to him.]