[Zhongli is in a daze, still trying to process the words Childe is saying. He'd had friends and lovers both before, but the emotional aspects of such relationships had always left him for a loss, puzzled and perplexed. It had always been his greatest weakness.
He briefly recalls Aether's question, Childe's reaction to it and his own. An electric current runs down his spine at the way Childe speaks, You're all I can ever think about.
Surely that's an overstatement. But this is within Childe's soul, and such words carried extra weight here.
Zhongli opens his mouth to ask, to question, to-- he doesn't really know, only that there are words that must be said. But then Childe is yanking his head back by his hair, and Zhongli's breath escapes in a hiss as teeth sink into his throat; Claiming, demanding, hungry. His grip on Childe is sharp, throat working beneath those teeth as he struggles to find his breath.
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He briefly recalls Aether's question, Childe's reaction to it and his own. An electric current runs down his spine at the way Childe speaks, You're all I can ever think about.
Surely that's an overstatement. But this is within Childe's soul, and such words carried extra weight here.
Zhongli opens his mouth to ask, to question, to-- he doesn't really know, only that there are words that must be said. But then Childe is yanking his head back by his hair, and Zhongli's breath escapes in a hiss as teeth sink into his throat; Claiming, demanding, hungry. His grip on Childe is sharp, throat working beneath those teeth as he struggles to find his breath.
You love me too, don't you?]
Childe, I--