[ though he wouldn't have expected less from a former Liyuen soldier. the land was practically built on contracts, or so the old stories went. their god had even been known as the god of contracts to some, though that was just one of the titles that Rex Lapis' people bestowed upon him.
a shame, that the god hadn't seen fit to intervene when his beloved city had been burnt to the ground. though he supposed if he had descended to deliver divine retribution, Childe would not have been able to make off with this beautiful, proud warrior.
he wonders if Zhongli had been one of his more devout worshippers. if perhaps he had cried and begged and pleaded to his god to come and save him, when the rest of his people had fallen. somehow, he didn't imagine Zhongli the type.
as his precious Liyuen climbs to his feet, his gaze sweeping appreciatively over all the bruises and the hickies and the markings littering his pale, lovely skin, Childe wastes no time in rolling himself out of the bed and following suit. there's a sticky splattering of cum along his stomach and his upper thighs - testament to his voracity and endless lust for his prize, no doubt - and he's quick to go to the other's side, hand on his elbow as if he needs the escort to the baths. ]
Would that please you? If I were to draw up a contract? It's not too late, you know.
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[ though he wouldn't have expected less from a former Liyuen soldier. the land was practically built on contracts, or so the old stories went. their god had even been known as the god of contracts to some, though that was just one of the titles that Rex Lapis' people bestowed upon him.
a shame, that the god hadn't seen fit to intervene when his beloved city had been burnt to the ground. though he supposed if he had descended to deliver divine retribution, Childe would not have been able to make off with this beautiful, proud warrior.
he wonders if Zhongli had been one of his more devout worshippers. if perhaps he had cried and begged and pleaded to his god to come and save him, when the rest of his people had fallen. somehow, he didn't imagine Zhongli the type.
as his precious Liyuen climbs to his feet, his gaze sweeping appreciatively over all the bruises and the hickies and the markings littering his pale, lovely skin, Childe wastes no time in rolling himself out of the bed and following suit. there's a sticky splattering of cum along his stomach and his upper thighs - testament to his voracity and endless lust for his prize, no doubt - and he's quick to go to the other's side, hand on his elbow as if he needs the escort to the baths. ]
Would that please you? If I were to draw up a contract? It's not too late, you know.