"Come on Childe, you've had a long two days let's go home and have some tea." He smiled, Childe looking up with agony piercing his eyes. "I'm not ready to go yet." He whispered, and Zhongli knelt by his side. "I'm not leaving you alone." Zhongli responded and Childe sighed. "Why?" He asked, his voice shaking.
"I know what you're trying to do Childe. I'm not going to let you do it." Zhongli cupped Childe's face, his eyes round and glossy. "Teucer is dead Zhongli. Clearly, you haven't lost anyone close to you." He tried to sound tough but tears pricked back at his eyes. "Rex Lapis please just leave me alone so I can die."
He pleaded, grabbing onto Zhongli's shoulders. "Childe you cannot wish to die after every inconvenience. There are still people who love you Ch-" "NAME ONE FUCKING PERSON MORAX. GO ON." Zhongli began, but a pissed Childe cut him off, yelling at him. "Sorry."
Childe apologized and began tracing his steps to Zhongli's house. "I can name one person. His name is Zhongli." Zhongli whispered, going back home.
HOME (childe pov)
I fucked up. He thought, burying his face into the pillows of his bed. Not only was he worried Zhongli would kick him out, but he was also haunted by Teucer's cries, and how he was too late. His throat burned, his eyes stung, everything hurt, and he was still bleeding from the few wounds he gained from the fight. His head spun and he felt dizzy from the blood loss. His vision faded, hoping he would die from the loss of blood.
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"Not Really a Toy Maker" Childe Angst and Zhongchi Fluff
FanfictionTW!!! DESCRIPTIVE BLOOD AND IMPLIED WISH TO SUICIDE "I have to go sell some toys!" As he walked to the treasure hoarder camp he didn't notice the figure behind him. Zhongchi Fluff and Angst! This is a universe where nobody is Childe's family knows h...
