Dangerously ridiculous. Or maybe he was just dangerous. The 11th, a deceitful wolf in sheep’s clothing with a cheerful and prideful upfront; nothing new.

He was bloodthirsty, specifically—he sought out the thrill and violence for the feel of it. What an odd desire. Everyone thought he was odd. Just look at him. You would think that this friendly, warm, and welcoming guy wouldn’t have anything to do with the Fatui.

He was protective of his family, reliable and loyal. Just how long until his siblings would find out? How Teucer would see? He just needed more time. He promised.

Honed blades and sharp arrows; the excitement of battle. Just how bloodthirsty was he? Even when back home, he couldn’t help it. But he was home, back in the snow with the lovely northern lit skies—it was beautiful. He was finally home after a while. The Tsaritsa’s orders and goals had been ongoing for a few months, so after a while the Harbinger’s indulge in their opportunity to do what they wanted. And so, of course—Childe headed home, his beloved Snezhnaya.

His colleagues didn’t care about him one bit. They found him odd after all. Other Fatui members didn’t even bother to converse, they were wary. Everyone is wary. He couldn’t bother, even though he still wanted to pick a fight for the hell of it.

You.

When it came to you, it was a decision. No, it was just confusing, so confusing it hurt. It was like a game of cat and mouse, he was hopelessly chasing you for whatever reason. Whether it be a battle, or just conversation. You didn’t even like him. Was it obsession, or attachment? Whenever he saw you, the life in his dull eyes seemed to light up once more. Convincing himself; or rather… asking himself—why? Why do you captivate him so much?

He laid in the snow, under colorful night skies of Snezhnaya. He shouldn’t stress over this. As he sighed quietly, a breath of visible cold vapor faded from his lips. The stars reflected in his azure, ocean blue eyes that were filled like the ocean—but yet so empty.

He thought about you.