[ Childe of course isn't terribly cruel; the moment he sees the Liyuen beauty start to strip he makes motions to close the windows, pulling it shut and locking it. He turns around and folds his arms over his chest, making no attempt to hide the way his eyes wander appreciatively over the other's nude form, lingering on the bruises and cuts he'd sustained from his earlier battles.
There's no ounce of fat wasted. Truly, this is warrior's build.
Absently, Childe makes a mental note to ferret out some salves and bandages to tend to his new prize. It would be a shame if that pretty skin stayed marred any longer than it needed to. ]
You're beautiful. [ It comes out without an ounce of mockery or teasing; it's simply earnest and genuine, truthful. His gaze rests appreciatively on the brunet's face and a soft smile makes its way onto his face, and surprisingly enough Childe does not move to touch. Whether it was because he took the earlier slap on the hand as a denial of any kind of gratification or because he did not trust himself to stop at only touching, it was uncertain. ]
Won't you give me your name, Zolotse? I'll give you anything else you want in exchange. Well. [ His eyes flicker with something dark, smile turning sharp in that moment. ] Almost anything.
[ With the window closed the chill in the air is starting to dissipate a little at a time, but he can only imagine how the foreigner in front of him is suffering. Snezhnaya is not friendly to those underdressed, no matter how accustomed one might be to her frigid temperatures. He imagines that stubbornness is not nearly enough to ignore the cold. ]
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There's no ounce of fat wasted. Truly, this is warrior's build.
Absently, Childe makes a mental note to ferret out some salves and bandages to tend to his new prize. It would be a shame if that pretty skin stayed marred any longer than it needed to. ]
You're beautiful. [ It comes out without an ounce of mockery or teasing; it's simply earnest and genuine, truthful. His gaze rests appreciatively on the brunet's face and a soft smile makes its way onto his face, and surprisingly enough Childe does not move to touch. Whether it was because he took the earlier slap on the hand as a denial of any kind of gratification or because he did not trust himself to stop at only touching, it was uncertain. ]
Won't you give me your name, Zolotse? I'll give you anything else you want in exchange. Well. [ His eyes flicker with something dark, smile turning sharp in that moment. ] Almost anything.
[ With the window closed the chill in the air is starting to dissipate a little at a time, but he can only imagine how the foreigner in front of him is suffering. Snezhnaya is not friendly to those underdressed, no matter how accustomed one might be to her frigid temperatures. He imagines that stubbornness is not nearly enough to ignore the cold. ]