Adult Content Warning
This work could have adult content. If you continue, you have agreed that you are willing to see such content.
-
Tags
Summary
"It tugs at your heart like poorly plucked notes, strumming something ugly out of your heart. The castle neither whispers with delight nor the air, dragging fear into your throat. Something sour, something disgusting.
Childe is without speech, the weight of it pressing his shoulders down into the ground. His eyes study you like a relic for a second—he briefly wonders if you could see right through him. Know that he knows.
“You’re bold to show your face, here.” The answer is you already do—you’ve known for far too long.
“I know what I had to do,” Childe relents, his corpse of an answer rotting already.
“I know of your sins, Tartaglia.” Your pitying frown splits your face. “You are no liar, but you are no good man.”
In his rose-coloured insanity, he forgets his position—and yours. “I never claimed to be.”
Your face morphs into something softer than you were—than you ever will be. “I could only ever wish that you were.”
—
in which a cryo wielder has to learn how to balance the cold with their heart