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C H A P T E R VIII . ᶜᵘᵖⁱᵈ'ˢ ᶜʰᵒᵏᵉʰᵒˡᵈ
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YOU WERE UNABLE TO PREVENT YOURSELF FROM FLINCHING AT THE LOUD SOUND OF THE DOOR SLAMMING OPEN. The scrape of the wooden slab scratching the wall behind it echoed gratingly in your ears, leaving a residue of uneasiness in its wake.
Arlecchino's gaze remained set on you idly, like she had already known that he'd arrive during that very moment. She chuckled lightly, the baritone tinctures of her voice fluttering in the air like deep crimson butterflies. "Tartaglia. That's not very polite of you to refrain from knocking before entering."
Childe didn't seem to register his fellow Fatui member's words. His deep blue eyes, akin to the chasmic trenches of the ocean, seemed to be fixated solely on your figure, piercing holes through your skull like edged daggers. You squirmed uncomfortably underneath his intense look, nervously wringing your intertwined fingers resting in your lap.
After a moment of heavy silence, you spoke up. "Ajax, I-"
You were cut off by a bone-crushing hug that knocked the wind right out of you. Vibrant orange filled your vision as you were pressed tightly to his chest, close enough that you could feel his heart beating madly beneath the thick fabric of his shirt.
"You're okay, you're okay, you're okay..." He muttered into the crook of your neck, shakily carding his hands through your hair. It sounded more like he was trying to reassure himself than you, attempting to prevent his mind from venturing too far into the horrifying possibilities that could've happened.
You smiled softly, rubbing calming circles into his back in a meager attempt to soothe him. "Yes, yes, I'm fine. The worst injuries I have right now are a nasty bruise and a killer headache."
Childe immediately pulled away from you, worry flashing upon his countenance as his fingers trailed up and down your sides in search of broken bones. "Are you sure? Did they do anything else to you? I swear, if they think they already know pain, I'll fucking show them-"
"They're dead, Tartaglia." Arlecchino interrupted coldly, "Or barely alive, at the very least. I severely doubt they'd last the night with Dottore in charge."
"Dottore..." He mumbled contemplatively, absentmindedly running his thumb over your knuckles, "Ha, I'd be fortunate if he even let me borrow one of his test subjects. But who knows, today could very well be my lucky day."
His wandering attention was captured the moment the fabric of his glove caught onto the ring on your finger. With an indescribable emotion, he carefully traced the vermillion gem's finely cut edges before flicking his gaze up to yours.
"You kept it?" He breathed. His question teased the atmosphere, apprehensively testing out the waters before it finally dived in.
"Of course I did! Sorry that it's not on my left hand." You said jokingly, nudging his arm playfully with a jubilant laugh.
