Tartaglia POV
That... language... I know thatd language... I hear it before. The language that I hope I never going to hear it again...
"T̵̪͓͇͔̱͔̫̞͇͇͎͔̦̯̟͛̍͂͆̃͗͊̀̈́͋̓̎̕͝͝h̷̯̰̮͎͓̣̎͂̿̾̌̈́̑̿̔̑̔̚͝ͅá̵͎̝̥̙̫̱͔̗̘͐̊̿̂̈̒̕͜͠ͅt̴̡̯̯̩͈̟̗͎̫͇̀̓̉̓̈́̉̄̾͊͘ͅ ̸̞̩̲̭̹̭͖̜̖͍̃̇ĺ̷̨̛̺̠̱̼̫̮̳̝̫̩̭͗́̉͊̿̄͝ͅͅa̵͇͗n̶̛̳̊̉͗̔̔͠g̸̮̗̙͇͓̲̭̙̻͕̞̻͓̍̃̇̿͆̐u̷̡̡̢̻̥̥̹̻͔͒̂̓̀̅̒ȁ̶̳̮̞͇͇̬͍͐̐̈́ǵ̵͎͓̳̞̥̹̣̲̬̯̹̹̮̲̃ė̶̡̜͎̉̂̄͂͊́̈́̓͗͆̈́͂.̶̢̡̧̣̯̬͇͔̻̩͉̹̰͐̀̍̑͌͆͐̊͘͜ͅ.̴̨̛͉̻̞̦̩̰̝̙͈̥͗͆̃̀̾.̵̡̻̱͙̳͍̟̼͕͙̱̰̬̟̽́̊̓̃̒̿́̽̍̆̔̕̕͝"
"Ö̷̠̜̫̼͔̘h̷̢̨̤̦̐͊?̸̢̛̮̯̬̻͍͙͉̜̩̱̳̜̅͆̉̒͒̀͑̉͝ ̸̣̔̍̄͊̉S̶̛̠͕̤̹͕̟͑̋̑̄̐̂̒͊̇̃̓͘̕ͅe̸̼̟̻͇̟͛͛͘͜ͅȩ̵̼͖̙̳͈͙̥̥̫̭̻̤̣͆͗͗̽̔͗̽͗͆̇̚m̸̧͍̱̰̣̹̲̭͗̽̏͘͠ ̷̹̤̖̬̗̘͎͂̉̓̇̽ͅl̶̡̹̦̫̳̯͔͗͛̄̉̐̉͜i̴̛̮̦̯̭̙͚̠̟̼̟̘̳̙͙̪͐́̃k̴̛͇̤̠̖̲̺̭̣̦̗̹̻̈́̌̀̈̆̿̌́̈̋̚͜ĕ̷̝̯͍̼̈͆͗͂͜͠͝ ̷̢̧̛͙̘̞̙͔͉̮͍̝̥̹͖̾͂̌̃̿͊̈̐̆ͅy̵̯̥͈̲͈̱͚̦̤͉͉͕͚̜̌̊̀̑̓̄̈́̋͘͝o̷̪͇̝̜̱̮̘̦̤̔̈́̔͛̕͜͠u̸̧̢̨͍͙̝̬͍̾́͑͗̂̔͊̇̿̍̎̃̐̅͝ ̶̨̱̣̙̰͑̀̌͐͐̉̈́͝ͅã̶̛͍̱͙̮̒̐̈́̈́͒̂ͅļ̷̡̮͚̗̤̈́̈̈̏̏̈̾̄̋̚s̵͎̿̀̀͗̄o̶̱̘͙̯͈̳̺̯̯̅̊͑͛͆̓́̔̍͗̐͌͆̆̃ͅ ̶̖̣̞͙̪̈́͑̚ḱ̴̟̫̙̦̳̅̊̈́̓̃̿͂̉̑͒̓̕͠ͅn̶͎͇̳͙̈̿̐̉̇̓̌̚̕͜͜͝ͅö̵̡̙̖̖̪̼͇͓̜́̓̂͠ͅẃ̴̢̰͎͙̻͔̬͎̾̇͋̋͜ͅ
̴̧̡̨̱̱̬̩͇͉̬̜̫̓̏̎́̓̏͝͠t̴̡̢̬̼̥̺͙̄̈́͛̓͛͂͂͛̎͗̑̿̊͝h̴̺͌͛̆̈̌̋̓̈̿̂̀͘i̵̩̗̐̀̓s̸͍̘̫̻̟͌͊̒̑͆́̂̉̿̈́̌̈́̕ ̶̳̄̾̋͂l̸͙̓̽̓͛̈́̊̋̾̉̓̓̾̚ã̴̧̪̥̹̪͖̹͓̜̘͔̥̅̏̐̉͋̒̊̎͗͊̀͝n̷̨̛͖̥̘̫̯̣͈̝̤̾̑̉̇̐͝g̸̖̚͝ų̴̛͚̦́̌͛̄͌̃̚͜a̶̩͔͎͇̞̣͍̪̠̭̙̟̟̳͒̿̈́̾̽̂͋̐̿̆̕g̵̘̲̻̑̎̒̋̔̈́͆͗̋̋̉͆̚̚e̸̡̨̬̰͔̤̹͇͋̓̐̌̍͝ͅ.̴̛͙͍͈̠̥̟̘̯͙͔̹̈́̓̍͂̄́̄̈͘͜͝"
He said. Why...? Why? WHY?!?!
"H̶̦̟̖̋o̷̡̻̰͠͝ͅw̷̦͍̌̄ ̷̜̭̮̱̈̈́i̷̛͉̤̞͊͑͆ͅͅs̶̨͇̠̭̹̈͑ ̸̭̂̈t̵̛̞̹̟́̍h̸̢̜̤͎̼̉̀̀é̸̻͎͚̅̔̈́ ̸͖͉͈̖̝̿̆̄͑Ạ̸̡͚̀̈́́́ḅ̴̡̢̇͌̎͠y̸̨̠̩̳̳͆̚s̷̥̯̺̻̔̐̉̐̅š̷̝̲͖͘ ̷̩̦̱̐͋͑͜͝ļ̴͖̮̬̠̃ỉ̶̟͇ḱ̸̨̼̲̈̓̊ȇ̶̞̳̭̆̌̚ͅ ̵͚̳͋ỷ̶̢̠̹̼̙̾͘͘͝o̶̳͈͆̐̒̍̏ű̸̯̰̍̓͊͜ ̵͍͙͈̦̈́͋̈́͛č̸̻̝̹̱̤͂̔á̷̦̈́̕͝n̴̮̯̿ ̶̛̥̤͗̚͠͠
t̵̜̲͓̭̭̀̋̽́u̸͇̻̺̗͐͘͘ͅȓ̶͓̟̕n̸̹̹̅̀͐̏͠ ̴̼̂̍̿̓̾į̶̳͖͛͘n̷̹̖͔̑t̶͙̫̘̞͗o̵̎͒̑͜͠ͅͅ ̵̬̞͂ä̶̠͉̜͉̹́̄̍̎ ̷̨͖͍͊̾͜h̸̭̺̑̈́ù̴̝̙̞̯͘m̴̬̲̤̞͊̓́̎͝á̷̪͉̯̉̈́̏̉n̵̡͖͔͙̅?̶̥̼̝̳͑̔ ̷̭̯̓̉̃́͘D̸̺͇̾ȯ̸̺͔̜̀̓͑̈e̶̮͍͚̳̞͊͒͐̈́͠s̶̞̭̦̾̈́͘͜ ̵̗̽̏̽͝t̷̹̩̤͚͍̒͊̒̂͠h̵̨̛̦̪̑̆̋͜ḯ̴̢̨̖̘͚̊̓̐̚s̵̩͒̇̏͘ ̸͖̽͝
m̵̼̣̂̀͝ͅe̷̜̞̞̚a̵͕͕̙̦̠̔n̵̬͆̈́͑̊ ̴̺̩͍̻̫̒͋̾͋͘t̵̳̽͂h̵̪͖̣͐̈́̍̀̈ẻ̷͖̻̈́͛̽ ̴̲̰͚͔̫̒̒ò̶̫̣̼͈͒͗̏t̸̺̲́͌̈́͒͠ḩ̸̛̺̙̅̓̒ḙ̷̡͙̮̇͊̕r̶̢̛̗̖͈̀ ̵̞͈̜̘̽͆̾c̸̢̠͇̦̠͐͗͐͝ä̸̲̦̬́̀n̶̞̑̐́͠ ̶̨͒͛̐͝͝ṫ̷̨̖͔̩͆͊̚ơ̵͉̬̅̂͋͗ö̴̲͈͙͉?̵̟̺̥̓̏͆ I ask. But I aware that he won't give the answer that I want.
"Í̴̠t̶̬̉ ̷̟͘n̴͎͘ọ̸̋n̸͖̿ê̶̜ ̸̝͛o̵͖͝f̴̞͆ ̷͇͝y̸̠͑õ̷̡u̶̪̿r̷̖̆ ̴̲̄b̷͕̌ȕ̶̩s̸̘͝ǐ̸̜n̴͍̿e̶͈͝s̷̡̏s̸̼̋ ̶̥͋
p̴̦͌r̷̺̋į̸̅ṋ̵̌c̵̨̀e̴͙͠s̶̹̔s̵̲͒.̵̠͠ ̶̰͆H̴̤̃o̵̜̕w̸̞͑e̴̩͒v̸̭̕e̸͍̔r̴͍͝.̸̫̿.̴̡͆.̷̘͋ ̸̤̋I̸̧̓ ̸̜͝m̵̎ͅỏ̷͙ṙ̶̦e̷͗͜ ̵̘̕
ċ̵̥u̶̙̔ŕ̵͈i̴̛͇o̵̙̿u̵͎͐s̵̨̆ ̷̏ͅw̶̼͗í̴̡t̷̳̀h̶̟̍ ̴͎̂h̶͉͝o̶̦̅w̴̪͆ ̸̢̔y̵̺̑o̴̩̎ũ̶̙ ̴̫̒k̸͕̓n̵̥̅ọ̷̍w̸͙̄ ̴͇̄a̷̻̋ň̸̮d̵̤̕
̵̡͝ț̵̍a̸̭͝l̴̜͒k̷̭͐ ̵͚͊i̴̞̚n̷͓̒ ̷͇̉t̶̥͝h̵̙̄i̵̠͑s̶̡̒ ̸͌͜l̴̛͉ȁ̶̱ņ̵́g̷̠̏u̴̦̍a̷̺͆g̶̛̳ê̸̳ ̶͓̔s̵̟̓o̸͕̔ ̷̟̓p̷̹͝ę̸́r̵͇͐f̸͓́e̶̥͛c̷̰̚ẗ̶̖́l̸̻͆y̶̥̍.̷͉͂ ̶͍͒
M̴̖͌ǎ̶̱y̸̯̏ ̷̝͝y̸͇̚o̵͖͌ṷ̶̆ ̷̨̿ạ̵̋n̵̫̕s̷̘͑w̴̫͒e̴͘͜r̶̲͘ ̷̳͋h̴̠͆o̵͙͝w̷̱̑?̸̟̓" he ask. I just keep quiet.
"I̴̬͊͗́͜t̸͉̒'̵̛͓̜̾s̵̤͈̄͠ ̷͎̬̓̇͝á̶̢͖̟ḻ̵̻̒͗š̵̘͚̻o̴̠͈͎͛ ̸̟̻͂n̷͇̋̔̾õ̴̞̇n̴͎̋͑̒ȅ̴̘̲̦͐͘ ̷͙̙͊͋͝ͅö̴̩́̒͐f̶͎͉̏ ̷̲̰͎͌͂͊y̷͇͍̣̎̀̇o̶̭͒͂u̸̙͛ŗ̸̦̇̐
̵̣̞̪͒̀b̴̯̥͓͛͗ǔ̷͙͙̜̎s̴̮͚̒̑͝ǐ̸̝̪̩͛̽ǹ̷̡̞̑̚͜ê̶̫̞͇̾ś̸̯̉̈́s̵͖̊ ̷̩͋͊͠A̶̦̎͗̿b̷̲͇̾͌ÿ̵͔̬́̾̃s̵̩̩̻̀͂s̵̬̓̀.̴̖̓"I say. I can feel his finger touching my lips and stroke it softly while grinning. Suddenly he put his finger inside my mouth making me surprise. I bite his finger and push him away.
"S̸̲͐ḩ̶̃a̵̼͆m̴̭̎e̷̳͂l̸̘̀ȇ̶̟š̵̫ṡ̶̻!̶̙̓ ̴̺̀I̵̧̎ ̴͕͆ḓ̴̊ơ̴͜n̴͖̍'̴͓̆t̶̳͘ ̷̯͂k̷̥͌ň̵̥o̷̽͜w̴̰̍ ̶̼̕h̴̨͆ỏ̸͚w̸͈͆
̶̬̇y̵̹̅o̸̿ͅu̴̫̍ ̶͓̍ḿ̴̠a̴͎̔k̵͚̆e̶̲̓ ̸̩͠t̵̰͑h̵̫̿ë̸̹́ ̶̲͊p̶̝̍ę̴͠o̷͍͋p̴̤̏l̸̥̆ẽ̷͎ ̸͓̎o̸̠͌f̶̣̏
̴͉̇M̵̰͂ő̵̱ṉ̸͆d̷̼̓s̸̢̄t̷͕͘a̵͇̕d̴̯̔t̵̯̐ ̵̲͘b̸̮̌e̵̱̿l̷̏ͅì̴̫e̷͕̓v̸̟͝e̸̠͛ ̶̨̿i̸̟͑n̶͔͒ ̴͈̀ỹ̵̟ŏ̵̠ű̶̜ ̸̙̊ẅ̶̧́i̷͖͝t̴̗̂h̸͔̔ ̷̩̏
y̷̡̐ȏ̸̼u̵̬͊r̸̎ͅ ̵̲̅ś̷̥h̵͕̓i̶̼̐t̷̨́t̶̝͠ÿ̴͖́ ̵̽ͅs̵̟͝m̴͉̆i̷̛̼ḻ̷̈́e̵̺͝.̷̭͑ ̵͇̓B̵̼̃ȗ̷͜t̶͍̓ ̸̫̐I̷̮̍ ̶̼̅w̴̘̅o̷̲̔n̴̤͆'̷̬́ț̷͒
̸̝̒ḃ̴̪e̷̠̾l̷͔͌ỉ̷̘e̵͚̾v̷̛̰e̸̜̋ ̶̗̇i̷͔̒t̶͓͠.̸̫͋ ̵͉̚A̷̰͂b̸̡̎y̴̫̏s̵̖̄s̸̻̑ ̷̣̋a̷͚͘r̴̙̀ḛ̶̑ ̵̱̀n̶͓̓o̷͂ͅť̶͇ ̸̪̓a̷̰͠ ̴͍͗g̸͎͛o̶͓͊o̸̪̔ḍ̴͘
̶̨͘n̶͈͒e̷͉͑w̶̜͘s̵̨̾ ̵̹͆a̷̢͐n̴̹̓d̵̖͛ ̸̣̚w̶̟̍i̸̹̍l̴̝̅l̷̮͊ ̸͚̃e̴̤̅v̶̠͒ė̴̢r̵͇̍ ̷̺̾b̸̫̋ẹ̴̽!̶̖̽"I yell at him and start walking away.
Kaeya POV
I just watch him walk away. Interesting... He more interesting that I thought. Hmmm... I wonder how he know about the language though. He speak it perfectly. Ah... I want to watch him break under me... I want him. But that can wait. I must make him believe me first. But first... I must informed Albedo about this first.
Third person POV
As Tartaglia arrived at Liyue, it almost sunrise. He don't feel tired walking. His thoughts only full with the Abyss.
'If he can turn into a human... Which mean many more like him. I need to be careful now. They might take me back there. I don't...wanna go back...'he though. He didn't even realize that someone is calling him.
He almost feel himself almost jump when he feel someone touch his shoulder. He turn around only to see a tall gorgeous and handsome man behind him.
"Xiangshen... You almost make me having a heart attack..."he say.
"Ah... My apologies. But you didn't hear me calling you out. It seem like something is bothering you. Want to talk about it?"the man ask him.
Tartaglia just smile a little.
"Nah. It's okay. It just...a personal problem. So don't worry about it Mister Zhongli."he answer. Zhongli just nod his head.
"Do you want to have a walk with me to remove those thoughts from your head?"Zhongli ask Tartaglia. Well... more like muttered next to the man.
"Sure xiangshen. After all... I really need to talk a small walk to clam myself down."Tartaglia answer. Zhongli can feel himself smiling and surprised when the Harbinger take his hand and pull him to talk him on a small walk with him.
'Ah... He really are wonderful...'
Zhongli just follow the man and suddenly turn his head on the roof only to see a small man with a pair of glowing golden eyes look at him.
'I guess Xiao also have a 'little' interested on him after watching him for such a long time...'
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Make U Mine
RandomJust my Genshin Impact AU. Not real. And maybe...some spoiler too? Idk. Just read it. Everyone x Tartaglia. (Bottom Childe) Mine and my friend story.
