Pale Fire || Childe x OC

Chapter 14

Faith rushed to his side, her hand on his arm.

"Are you hurt?"

"I'll be fine" He huffed, adjusting himself up.

"Did you do this?" Faith asked, her eyes watching his.

They softened.

"I'm sorry" Childe's voice was weak, he raised a hand to her cheek, the blood on his hand staining her face.

"Get up, you need help," Faith said coldly, the tears coming from her eyes consumed by the rain.

She stuck an arm underneath his shoulders and helped him up, he was limping, not horribly but it was clear by the way he clutched his side with each step.

"Where are you taking me?" Childe groans.

"Home" Faith explains, dragging Childe along.

"How far away are we?"

"Not far"

And there it was, a small house through a clearing of trees. She helped him up the stairs and he leaned against the wall as she lifted a small statue and picked up a key, quickly she unlocked the door and pulled Childe in. He stumbled in and caught himself on the round table ahead of him. Faith locked the door behind them she slid down the door. She placed her head in her hands and started to cry, her sobs echoing in the dark room. Thunder boomed and rain slammed against the roof. Childe turned around, he shouldn't comfort her, he should treat his wounds but something about her.

Yes, she was a harbinger but she had too much emotion, he hadn't seen her kill a person yet. She didn't have it in her in, he took a step towards her. The sobbing stopped, she looked up at him with a dead look in her eyes. Silently, she stood and left him and entered a room on the right of the hallway.

He heard the taps run, Faith left and entered the room multiple times with arms full of things. She then stopped.

"Bath is ready for you," Faith said simply before leaving to a room at the end of the hall.

Childe limped to the bath and undressed, then submerged himself in the warm water. He closed his eyes, enjoying the cosy bath and the sound of rain, his bloodlust had been out at ease. Childe's mind raced, the girl was special. The look in her eyes was the same as his, what had changed in that second?

The door creaked open and Faith walked in, her clothes different and her hair in a high pony.

"Are you in pain?" She asked, looking through the sink cabinet.

"Not much, He got me with his sword, it's deep" Childe replied, his eyes not leaving her.

"Do you need help cleaning up?"

"Just my hair"

"Alright"

She picked up some bottles and walked over to him, she pushed a stool behind his head and sat down. His fingers gripped the sides of the bath as she massaged product through his hair, her eyes stayed on his ginger locs, they were damp from the rain and thick with blood.

"Faith" Childe started "I'm sorry"

"It's fine Childe, you were doing your job" Her voice wavered a little.

"I was, but you're upset, I don't want that"

"I'm not upset-"

He grabbed her arm and turned around, and her breath hitched.

"Faith, stop, the city will survive, the people will survive, this isn't your nation," Childe says calmly.

Tears dripped from her eyes.

He leaned up to her and placed a hand on her cheek, wiping her tears with his thumb.

"Get your hands off me," She said, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

The hand drew back, and he turned back around. Her hands got back to work.

Once he was clean, he got out of the bath. Faith left him and went to the kitchen and started to cook a meal that smelt unfamiliar but fragrant to Childe. He got half-dressed and held a towel to his wound as he entered the kitchen and sat down at the table. Childe admired her, something about her had changed, she was becoming a harbinger.

"I'll bandage your wounds soon, is there any more?" Faith asked, keeping her back to him.

"There's a cut across my back," He said slowly.

"Okay," She stirred the pot once more before getting the medkit and sitting opposite him at the table.