[ Something akin to panic and a slowly mounting horror flickers across the dragon's gaze, and the Childe in front of Zhongli lets out a soft, delighted little laugh. Both hands come up to cradle the consultant's face and he pulls away, his expression a mixture of pleasure and condescension. ]
You're all I can ever think about. Even if I'm fucking someone else, xiansheng, I always think about you. What you're doing, who you're with ... how much I'm going to fill you when I get home.
[ It's a lover's touch, the way he brushes his thumb along the other's lower lip, his fingers tangling in Zhongli's ponytail - before he abruptly yanks his head back, baring his throat so this Childe can lean forward and sink his teeth into it. The next words are a rumble of affection against his skin, a sigh of want breathed in the spaces between each word. His other hand cradles his chin up, keeping it propped, so Zhongli can look fully upon the dragon behind him. ]
You love me too, don't you?
[ There's hesitation in the Exuvia, now, almost an anticipation. Like it's waiting for the answer, unsure if it wants to act before hearing Zhongli's response.
Ultimately, though, it does, and there's only a split second where Zhongli can see the way its gaze shifts in fury and anger, just a moment where the Childe on him looks up with violent, purple eyes - and then suddenly the entirety of his upper chest and head disappear in a snap of teeth, pulled into the dragon's maw with blood splattering all along Zhongli's front.
The Exuvia shudders and then jerks back, and there's a horrific crunching and snapping as its jaws clamp into skin and bone and flesh, rending this version of Childe in half and twisting him into pieces.
Like with the smaller version of Childe the dragon immediately hunches and curls over its meal and quickly consumes, feasting with wet, sloppy noises of viscera being shredded to pulp in between its teeth. ]
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You're all I can ever think about. Even if I'm fucking someone else, xiansheng, I always think about you. What you're doing, who you're with ... how much I'm going to fill you when I get home.
[ It's a lover's touch, the way he brushes his thumb along the other's lower lip, his fingers tangling in Zhongli's ponytail - before he abruptly yanks his head back, baring his throat so this Childe can lean forward and sink his teeth into it. The next words are a rumble of affection against his skin, a sigh of want breathed in the spaces between each word. His other hand cradles his chin up, keeping it propped, so Zhongli can look fully upon the dragon behind him. ]
You love me too, don't you?
[ There's hesitation in the Exuvia, now, almost an anticipation. Like it's waiting for the answer, unsure if it wants to act before hearing Zhongli's response.
Ultimately, though, it does, and there's only a split second where Zhongli can see the way its gaze shifts in fury and anger, just a moment where the Childe on him looks up with violent, purple eyes - and then suddenly the entirety of his upper chest and head disappear in a snap of teeth, pulled into the dragon's maw with blood splattering all along Zhongli's front.
The Exuvia shudders and then jerks back, and there's a horrific crunching and snapping as its jaws clamp into skin and bone and flesh, rending this version of Childe in half and twisting him into pieces.
Like with the smaller version of Childe the dragon immediately hunches and curls over its meal and quickly consumes, feasting with wet, sloppy noises of viscera being shredded to pulp in between its teeth. ]