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    It’s been two months since the storm, and Childe hasn’t seen Zhongli not even once, not since that fateful meeting with the Signora where the truth is finally unveiled.

    And what a fun little kick to the gut that is, the realization that not only had he been played by all sides, but he's also being tossed aside like trash now that his use had run its course.

    It’s not that Childe doesn’t get it. He’s a Harbinger. He knows first-hand what it means to do his duty, to put the mission first and his personal feelings far, far away, preferably locked up in a box, where it wouldn’t interfere with his job. He knows what it’s like working with vipers, to scheme and plot and lie in wait for the opportune moment to stab his opponent in the back.

    But this time, this time Childe can’t help but feel a little (a lot) gutted.

    Stupid. He’s gotten himself stupidly attached.

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    A story about Childe trying to move on after the events of 1.1 Update, but some of his actions have consequences, and those consequences have followed him back to Snezhnaya.

    NOTE: THIS FIC WAS DRAFTED BEFORE 1.1 UPDATE CAME OUT. MIND THE CANON-DIVERGENT TAG FOR THIS REASON.

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    23 Dec 2020

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    Aesop Carl has been hoping to catch the eye of the cute McDonald's cashier known only by his name tag "Eli" for weeks. But there's someone else manning the counter today. And Aesop is not leaving this establishment without his meat.

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    “You don’t take any photos of people,” Kenny says conversationally, and Craig stills. He knows which pictures were in that stack: a ton of Stripe, some of the field, one of the moon.

    “I only take pictures of things I like,” Craig replies, forcing down the thought of his shots of Tweek, tucked away in that drawer in his darkroom, gathering dust.

    He took more pictures of him than he could count, but in the end, he only kept his favorites. They were Tweek at his best: laughing over a cup of coffee, concentrating hard on a video game, smiling at Craig like he deserved it.

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    05 Jul 2017