Even death wont do us part.

Old Ruins

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My body feels heavy, My clothes are torn with many new scars detailing over my torso as if my body was a canvas. In moments like these I feel although I'm slowly falling into a blackhole of shame and guilt. Every breath I breathe in is Worsening the pain I feel from the wounds I earned as a gift from the victims I have slaughtered. Instead of treating my wounds, I leave the blood to drip down my torso for punishment for all my sins, for all the pain I have caused and all the families I have torn apart. I lose myself in thought and overtime I unwilling begin thinking of everything and nothing all within the same few minutes, it's excruciatingly irritating and I'm slowly but surely, losing my ability to stay awake, at any moment now I feel although I will collapse. For some odd reason, I had a random thought, Maybe this was the time I finally rest for eternity. I always thought of the after life to be a mere joke, but now as I collapse and sink downwards onto the cold blood drenched floor in an abandoned ruin, I don't know what to think. Maybe the darkest pit of hell is awaiting for me as karma for the blood that has stained my hands, the lives I have took and the futures I have satisfyingly ruined. Not once did I ever feel a sense of mercy, not even the slightest.

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"Dammit.." Ajax sighed as he noticed he fell unconscious earlier. He was shocked to realise he wasn't dead? Well, not yet anyways. But instead of being in the empty abandoned ruin he was once in, it seemed as if he was in a newly built apartment with wooden flooring and a bright open window right in front of the the bedding that a certain red head lays down upon. The Harbinger noticed an unknown figure sitting in a chair on the opposite side of the room. A tall brunette with golden eyes that shined vividly and bright, The same glow as cor lapis and the same colour too, they seem almost too perfect. As Tartaglia sat up, groaning in pain, the man he never met before with pretty orange eyes suddenly spoke.

"ah, so you're awake I see? How are you feeling? I hope you don't mind but I brought someone here to treat you whilst you were unconscious, I didn't want my guest dying on me after all now do i?"
He spoke softly with a very assertive but kind tone, fairly attractive and I could listen to it all day.

Ajax took a few seconds to think of some way to reply to the very attractive man, instead he just nodded his head as reassurance that he felt quite alright since it was still quite awkward to have suddenly woken up in a strangers house. Childe studied the man. Not for any reason, just out of slight curiosity. The man looked somewhat familiar, But Ajax couldn't think of where he would've seen him before and he is almost certain he would remember such a handsome face. Ajax sighed in relief but also pity that he wasn't dead. He immediately shook his head clearing his thoughts and asked the man for his name, and who might you be?" Childe said with a sort of sassy tone of voice like he usually does. The figure then responded,
"I go by the name Zhongli, I found you in an old ruin when I was taking a short cut to visit an old friend within the mountains." Zhongli's voice was rather relaxing and it is all Childe can think about.
"Anyways, if you're alright with it, May I get your name as well?"

Ajax thought for a moment once again. He always kept his true identity hidden, not even he can remember who he truly is sometimes. "my name is Childe, but you can also call me Tartaglia if needed." Tartaglia voiced.

"Hmm, alright then. You can stay here until your wounds have fully healed." He was insisting

The harbinger didn't even bother giving an excuse or reasoning to let him go due to his loss of energy, he just nodded his head and said
"alright. I have no objections."

and after that he dozed off into a deep, undisturbed rest, to regain his loss of energy.