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Childe, tartaglia, the eleventh of the eleven fatui harbingers, whatever you wanted to call him, had a passion for making clothes. Whether it be coats or dresses, shawls or ponchos. Whatever it was, he would sew day and night working on his next project. He loved to work with more exotic fabrics, like ones from Sumeru, the texture was silky and smooth, this was probably due to the fact the region there was mostly made of desolate deserts. The texture of the fabric could’ve also been attributed to the fact the main vision people had there was dendro. The fabric he imported this time ended up being incorporated into his normally grey jacket and it was black and sparkly. The fabric made his jacket shimmer in the liyue sun.
“Childe” he heard a voice calling out, he turned around.
“You’re glittering” zhongli said, his tone softer than usual.
“I don’t want to talk about it” tartaglia chuckled, his laugh carried across the wind to the older’s ears. “You look beautiful” the soft smile of zhongli made childe shake to his core, the lightest blush across zhongli’s face was infatuating. “I said that i don’t want to talk about it” “well I’m making you talk about it” he ‘teased’, although his voice monotone “clearly” he smugly replied
Zhongli walked towards the shorter, his hands wrapped around the harbingers waist. The other’s hand reached out to run through his dark brown, fading to amber, hair. He stared into his eyes, his mind drifting off. “Please, make me a dress, childe” “what?” “A dress” “i never saw you as the type to like dresses zhongli” he smiled, fiddling with tartaglia’s earring. “Will that be a problem for you? I’ve noticed that your hands can be rather unstable at times” “no, no, zhongli, i’m fine with making anything for you” the smile he saw made the taller’s heart flutter with excitement, anticipation even “i love you tartaglia, i love you” a blush grew across the fatui’s face “please, never stop”