For him, the world seems as if it stopped.
It was nearing a cruel season—of searing coldness and merciless blizzards. And yet, Snezhnaya’s harsh weather fails to embrace him. Instead, he realizes that it’s your existence that seeps into his very bones. The first snowflakes start to fall seamlessly, and he finds himself following your footsteps, attentive eyes fixed on your figure.
You lift a hand up as if you caught a snowflake at the tips of your fingertips, and if it was possible to fall in love even more, Childe finds himself even more drunk in the thought of loving you for eternity. This was it. A soft sound emits from your mouth as you turn to glance at him with a smile, it’s melodic and almost a giggle—he’s always been a sucker for this.
Perhaps a conquest for searching the strongest opponent wasn’t entirely his dream; nor was the neverending pursuit for being the strongest. But it was this, found in a fleeting moment he cherishes with you—the solitude he feels whenever he’s around your presence.
“Snezhnaya’s most beautiful during this time of the year.” He comments, voice thick with emotion. A smile unconsciously erupts from him, an uncontrollable one as you mirror his delighted expression. “You like it that much?”
And in that moment, as the snow falls around you both, he knows without a doubt that he wants this feeling forever. He wants you. He wants a future with you in it. There’s no other thing that can make him change his mind.
Yeah, home was found where you are.
He’s not sure what comes next, what tomorrow brings, and what the future holds for either of you — but as you lean into him, your head resting on his shoulder, he knows one thing for certain: he wants to spend the rest of his days figuring it out with you