Centimeters [Childe/Tartaglia x reader]

1 Year Anniversary uhhh

Word Count: 1620
Uhhhh uses she/her pronouns :)

Everything you two had been through up until this point might as well have been for nothing. Ajax had been keeping a close eye on you for the past few days, and you've been sneaking around a little too much for his liking; making up excuses, avoiding him, and not giving him attention for the past week or so. And so, the ex-harbinger drew to the conclusion that a) you were cheating on him or b) work was kicking your ass, and you were genuinely just tired.

On the contrary, you had been sneaking off with Zhongli and Xiangling to help prepare a special anniversary dinner for you and your boyfriend. Since Zhongli would be helping you taste test different recipes and walking around the harbor trying to pick out the perfect gift for the ginger-in-question, your clothes would be left with stains of the Archon's scent faintly wafting off of you by the time you came home.

"How was work, (Y/n)?" sneered Ajax at you, his icy eyes piercing your tired (e/c) ones.

"Huh? Oh, just fine... I'm just really tired. I'm gonna wash up and go to bed," was all you said all but before lightly pecking his cheek and finding your way to the bathroom.

By the time the both of you had got into the warm confinements of your shared bed, he asked, "Why do you smell like another man?"

"My job requires me to go all over the harbor. I'm bound to smell like a man one way or another. Now, shh..."

Ajax scrunched his eyes and nose up tightly together before he let out a sigh and soon drifted off to sleep; you soon followed.

For the next few days, right after work, you would go off with the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor consultant, trying to find the perfect gift yet again. You two had stopped by dozens upon dozens of stores, shops, and kiosks, but nothing fancied your eye.

"Perhaps it would be easier to know what to gift Childe if you were to tell me what you had in mind, Ms. (Y/n)?" asked Zhongli as he toyed with the singular mora he had in his hand.

"That's just it— I don't know what to get him. I thought that maybe window shopping around town would help me think of something..."

"Don't be discouraged so easily. When did you say your anniversary was again?"

"Tomorrow."

"Oh, well then... maybe we should hurry and try and think of something."

"Hmm... wait, I think I've got it! I have an idea, but it'll take me a while to get everything I need... Zhongli, do you think you can finish up taste-testing the food with Xiangling without me?"

"Where are you going?" the taller man asked as he reached out his arm.

"Dragonspine." was all you replied.

Climbing up the cold and twisted roads of the mountain, you had finally reached Albedo's Campsite just before it had reached nightfall.

"Hm? Oh, can I help you with something?" asked the dirty-blond alchemist, looking up from his clipboard.

"I've heard that there's an artist that spends most of his time in Dragonspine... that goes by the name of "Albedo." Are you him?"

"Yes, this is he. Is there something the matter?"

"Uh, I was just wondering if it were possible for you to draw this," you handed him an old photo "by tomorrow."

After quickly examining said photo, he all but nodded and said, "Yes, I should be able to get this done by tomorrow, but why? If you do not mind me asking."