(I had to research about Russian soup for this)
"Childe? Wake up. I have a gift for you."
Childe slightly opened his eyes whilst still adjusting to the brightness of the room to see Mr. Zhongli holding something in his right hand. The red head sat up and winced at the pain aching inside his chest.
"Good morning Mr. Zhongli, what is it that you need?" He tiredly spoke not fully aware of what the man said,
"Here, I know it's not much but i thought you could at least have something to give you comfort when I'm unable to be here." The confident man stated
"Ah, thank you so much Zhongli!" He looks into the paper bag that he was just handed to him and notices a blue whale plushie, as well as a notepad. It's not what he was expecting, but it's still a very nice gift. As the red head was about to open his mouth to speak a few words, he was rudely cut off by the sound of knocking at the door,
"I'll get it, wait here." With a change of tone, Zhongli can sound quite intimidating.
A long and dreadful wait felt like eternity. Those regretful thoughts came back to him, itching every inch of his mind, torturing him once again. He might've been saved physically, But he constantly wonders if he will ever be saved from these exhausting thoughts that come to bother him whenever he is least expecting it.
Tears shed down his sorrowful face and his calls for help sound more hoarse with every breath he violently takes. His flowing tears start drenching the blanket beneath him. His breath became heavy and so did his body. The door gently open and there stood the man who saved this pitiful soul.
"Sorry if I kept you waiting, it was just the post man delivering some of my clients letters."
Zhongli was relaxed and calm until he made eye contact with Childe, his eyes shot open at the sight of the man who seemed helplessly sad and Zhongli went straight into panic mode, dropping all of the letters that he once held gracefully.
"Oh my, are you alright?"
Zhongli spoke with a worried but loud tone and with what seemed to be genuine care. Childe did not want anyone to witness the sight of him, even though he is most certain that Zhongli already did that day he was bathing in his own pool of blood. He hastily pulled the sheets over his head praying to the gods of Tevyat that the bedsheets would swallow him whole and allowing him to get out of this embarrassing mess that was unintentionally made.
"Why are you helping me." A hesitant but softly spoken voice came out from beneath the covers. Tartaglia knows he should've died that day, he wishes he would've died that day. Frustration and regret fill the room, he is in no doubt that even Zhongli can feel how exhausting and harsh his aura is. How could he possibly live freely after all the destruction he has caused to so many families and friends.
The speechless yet worried Archon stood there in the doorway. He takes a few, yet sturdy steps closer and sits down on the edge of the bed without making the slightest of noise. Through out all his 6000 years of living, not once did he ever know how to handle these anxious situations. It was never needed for someone like him. As he sat there for what felt like decades, he finally parted his lips and said whatever he could think of.
"I don't entirely know why, but I feel like I have to protect you as if you are someone I have known all my life." The words came flowing out of Zhongli's mouth without any second thoughts.
The faces of decaying bodies and decapitated heads fill childe's mind, he wants to get rid of this feeling but Zhongli's words made it harder for him to possibly get over this dead atmosphere. All he wants is to go back to the way things were. He often wishes he never fell down that deep dark hole that once laid hidden in the Snezhnayan snow. He hopes that this life long journey is just a dream and one day he will wake up to the smell of his mothers delicious ukha soup, with all of his siblings gathering around him to inform him that dinner is almost ready. But even he of all people know that it's just a hopeless wish.
That attractive soothing voice spoke once again, "whatever you need, I'm here. I might not know exactly what has happened but, I'll always be here.
The ginger looked up gazing at the handsome man,
"Please, just stay with me.
"I promise". A smile smothered zhonglis face as he caressed the others cheek.
YOU ARE READING
Even death wont do us part.
Fanfic(Unfinished) the cover image isn't mine! Credits go to @Orac7e on twitter! On the verge of death, an unknown man saves childe. He wakes up and somehow ends up living with the man until he recovers from his fatal injuries. Who knows, maybe this is a...
