childe, the eleventh of the harbingers, is no stranger to peril. danger follows the man as if it were his own footprints, and he frequently found himself caught up in some challenge of strength or sparring match— though usually of his own volition.

this time was no different, of course, aside from how the harbinger had nearly found himself on the losing side. that's when you found him. childe blinked at you for a few seconds, before he grinned lazily.

"oh, my savior.."