[ If Childe is at all hurt by those words, he doesn't show it - and really, it would be laughable to even think so. They're both soldiers, they both know what this is. They both know that the brunet is meant to be a plaything of a Harbinger, and to that end what that entails.
The only real wonder is why Childe hasn't taken him to bed yet, but perhaps the fact that the foreigner has yet to give in is reason enough.
Once he's finished rinsing off all the suds, working his fingers through what he'd previously lathered, he sets the bowl off to the side and shifts in his seat. For a moment he examines the other's face, the furrow of his brows, the set of his mouth and jaw. The urge to touch is there, to reach out and run his fingers over the foreigner's lips to see if he might bite him, or see how he tenses at a press against his throat. But he does none of that.
Instead, he shoves his hand into the water and grasps at his cock. ]
You're much sharper than you let on. I suppose there were less vain reasons to my attraction, even to myself.
If there is no Liyue left for you to protect, what does that make you, my dear Zolotse? Not one of her protectors... and one might even be so cruel as to say you failed miserably in that regard, given how I'm sure it burns to embers even now. And you, thousands of miles away on a distant shore... can you really call yourself one of her protectors then?
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The only real wonder is why Childe hasn't taken him to bed yet, but perhaps the fact that the foreigner has yet to give in is reason enough.
Once he's finished rinsing off all the suds, working his fingers through what he'd previously lathered, he sets the bowl off to the side and shifts in his seat. For a moment he examines the other's face, the furrow of his brows, the set of his mouth and jaw. The urge to touch is there, to reach out and run his fingers over the foreigner's lips to see if he might bite him, or see how he tenses at a press against his throat. But he does none of that.
Instead, he shoves his hand into the water and grasps at his cock. ]
You're much sharper than you let on. I suppose there were less vain reasons to my attraction, even to myself.
If there is no Liyue left for you to protect, what does that make you, my dear Zolotse? Not one of her protectors... and one might even be so cruel as to say you failed miserably in that regard, given how I'm sure it burns to embers even now. And you, thousands of miles away on a distant shore... can you really call yourself one of her protectors then?