Riptide (Childe x Scaramouche)

Don't question me mortal.

"Sir Childe, the Tsarista would like to see you".

Childe looked up from his desk and frowned, what had he done now?

Slumping from lack of sleep, Childe dismissed the Skirmisher and made his way to the Tsaritsa's throne. Each footstep seeming to go in slow motion yet somehow not slow enough by the time he arrived.

The Tsaritsa's cold, icy gaze immediately snapped to the ginger once the doors opened, her pure white hair curling slightly as she twisted it around her finger impatiently.

"Tartaglia."

Her voice was just as menacing as her looks and personality, even Childe was intimidated beyond compare.

"Your highness, what did you want to discuss?"

"I'm sure you've caught word of the recent events, no?"

Ah, Childe knows all too well what shes talking about. The unfortunate momenent his coworker, sixth of the fatui harbingers took off with the electro archons gnosis. Betraying the Tsaritsa's orders.

"I want you to retrieve it, and the puppet for me."

Childe groaned, "What? But your honor, that thing bites."

The stone cold woman before him clearly wasn't impressed at his attempt at a joke.

"Is there a problem?"

Childe wrapped his hands around his back, tapping the pointer fingers on his forearms.

"Well, no- but hes way more powerful than me"

She looked as if she was going to rip her hair out in a fit of rage.

"Don't question me mortal. Know your place. If you value your life, you'll find a way."

Childe sighed, disappointment evident on his slim face.

"Of course, my Queen"

"Good."

Childe took a hesitant step forward and kissed her outstretched hand before quietly leaving the room.

A guard standing outside the door spoke to him,

"Dude, good luck going against the sixth hahahaha"

These Fatui agents are really getting too smug.

"Shut the fuck up bald headed hoe"

Childe spat, before rudely storming back to his room to sulk and come up with a plan.

Yeah, this is gonna be far from fun.