[There's certainly no mistaking Childe's intent, and Zhongli's grip on him further tightens as he begins to kiss his neck.
This was not what he was expecting, especially not with the scene before them. The blood and viscera, the death of the younger Ajax... there are some parables about the death of innocence certainly, but...
His focus is divided by the lips against his neck and those painfully familiar blue eyes, and he meets the dragon's gaze for a long moment with something like confusion and alarm growing in his own. Something was wrong--
Something was wrong, but Childe is kissing him now, and it is very hard to focus on anything but the forceful way Childe steals his breath, the kiss bruising and just the sweet side of painful. Nonetheless he tries, his other hand coming up to press against his chest.] Childe, wait... We should...
[The dragon is thrashing now, ready to fight or take flight, Zhongli knows not which, but his focus is lost once again when those next words are uttered. Indeed, there's no thought left in Zhongli's mind at all besides those words echoing in his ears, ringing like a harbor bell resounding in the darkness, or an echo in a pitch black cave.
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This was not what he was expecting, especially not with the scene before them. The blood and viscera, the death of the younger Ajax... there are some parables about the death of innocence certainly, but...
His focus is divided by the lips against his neck and those painfully familiar blue eyes, and he meets the dragon's gaze for a long moment with something like confusion and alarm growing in his own. Something was wrong--
Something was wrong, but Childe is kissing him now, and it is very hard to focus on anything but the forceful way Childe steals his breath, the kiss bruising and just the sweet side of painful. Nonetheless he tries, his other hand coming up to press against his chest.] Childe, wait... We should...
[The dragon is thrashing now, ready to fight or take flight, Zhongli knows not which, but his focus is lost once again when those next words are uttered. Indeed, there's no thought left in Zhongli's mind at all besides those words echoing in his ears, ringing like a harbor bell resounding in the darkness, or an echo in a pitch black cave.
Love.... him....?]
What...?