Childe's days went by, and soon enough the memory of molten gold eyes and flowing dark hair were gone. They were no longer sweet memories that he hoped to take back with him to Snezhnaya, instead they were bittersweet and left a lonely feeling in his chest.
Zhongli had walked into his repetitive existence with a simple handshake and a smile, "Greetings, I'm Zhongli, Wangsheng Funeral Parlor Consultant. It appears that I will be your guide from here on out."
As he gazed into those entrancing eyes, those warm molten eyes......he knew that he didn't stand a chance.
He tried to contain the occasional flutter of his heart; like a sick staccato meant to mock him. He tried to ignore the warmth he felt when Zhongli would gaze at him with a fond soft expression. He tried to ignore the subtle touches on his hand or back that would cause his brain to malfunction. He tried to ignore the way he would want to take all of Zhongli's laughs and smiles all for himself. He tried to ignore the way he wanted the man, so desperately, even if he knew he could never.
They were only supposed to be business partners and nothing else.
But, even so, Childe allowed the foolish part of his brain to trick him into letting his guard down and even encouraging him to feel such emotions. For the first time in a long while, he felt as if he could trust this encyclopedia of a man.
Tartaglia obviously opposed this, being conditioned to fight and guard his inner most sensitive parts.
Don't do it, you'll only get hurt.....were only words that Childe chose to ignore, preferring to indulge himself in the warmth of Zhongli's eyes.
He knew it should've been a trap; something too good to be the truth.
He had seen the Traveler running into the Golden House, and so, with his own curiosity overtaking him, he followed.
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It was a mistake.
One that he wished he could take back.
He had decided to hide behind the entrance of the Golden House, and decided to eavesdrop instead.
La Signora was talking with someone.....and she had called them Morax...
Morax replied....and was that Zhongli?!
He rushed in, and his stomach dropped.
Zho-No-Morax was handing his Gnosis over to La Signora, "A contract to end all contracts."
La Signora's facial expressions changed from an already arrogant smile to a venomous grin, she had noticed his presence there, and knew.....
That was one of the things he hated about La Signora (besides her whole existence of course). She was annoyingly perceptive; she could tell from a mile away what his facial expression indicated.
It was the face of bitter betrayal.
He was confused for a minute, he couldn't believe what was happening, "What is the meaning of this? What's going on?"
La Signora's smile seemed to grow even more, to the point where it was downright inhumane, "It seems our dear Tartaglia is quite confused, wouldn't you say Morax?" She gestured towards Morax who remained still.
Childe's confusion then turned into unbridled rage, " Quit your fucking games, Signora! What the hell is going on here!"
La Signora burst into laughter, further fueling the embarrassment he now felt. Morax remained silent, only occasionally guiltily switching his gaze from Childe to the floor.
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Fanfiction(Zhongchi)~ After the Gnosis incident, Childe decides to take a much-needed break away from Zhongli. However, how was he supposed to react, when all of a sudden Lumine showed up outside his apartment sounding terribly mortified, "Childe.....Zhongli...
