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Soulmates:
A confusing subject to those who have never experienced such love.
Perhaps, lost souls once knew it.
From a father, or a mother.
From a sister or a brother.
But, once lost in a void, that love seems impossible, forbidden, and isolating.
That feeling burned and boiled inside of the scorched heart of the Raginvinder son, Diluc. Despite the constellation engraved over his heart, layer upon layer of fabric hid it from the world, protecting all that laid dormant and misunderstood in his rib cage.
Childe, however, knew what love was, and part of him yearned for it.
He loved the thrill of battle.
He loved his family.
He loved winning.
And more than anything, he loved battle scars. Each was a story that stitched its immortality into his flesh and sunk deep into his bones, an ever aching reminder that he was the one to leave that battle a winner. This certainly wasn’t the way he was intended to feel love. His family made that clear with that shine of fear that only came from love. Those ripples in their eyes that could no longer form in the still, unwavering deep pools that rested in his eye socket.
He couldn’t care less.
Soulmates were known to be opposites, after all.