(Y/N) was an Adeptus. Now that there was peace, she spent her time tending to requests sent from the people of Liyue. Her life was simple now: no more wars, no more fighting, no losses.
And things could almost be considered boring, until one day she...
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She simply had no good response to his rare moment of eloquence. "I hate you." As she released his hand, he refused, catching hers again.
"Kiss me more," he pleaded, the desperation so full of unbridled desire that smacked into her face with realisation. She knew he had felt like this, she knew it in the back of her mind. She knew of these feelings, these moments, what they meant and what they would change in their relationship. She never wanted to acknowledge it. But he did. He did return her feelings. It was so obvious, and she was so deep in denial that she was drowning.
He brought her hand to his mouth, sending a jolt down her spine as his chapped lips brushed the tips of her fingers. His eyes were closed, his cheeks as red as a Jueyun chili.
"Childe, you..."
He didn't let her finish. "You feel it, right?" He asked. He brought her hand to his chest. Even through his clothes, she could feel how fast his heart was pacing. His fingers intertwined with hers, gripping her hand tightly like if he was holding on for dear life. Like if he let her go, a part of him would leave, too.
"It's yours," he said. "My heart."
Their moment was cut short when he started coughing, taking his hand away from (Y/N)'s to cover his mouth with his inner elbow. Worried, she quickly left the room to get Baizhu. It also gave her some time to calm her own racing heart, pounding so loudly in her ears that it made her dizzy and her vision blurry. She put her feelings aside, poking outside to see the green hair she was looking for. She returned with the doctor, who had prepared some warm soup for his throat and a glass of water. She could see the steam coming out of the bowl, the heat of it as he blew onto each spoonful. His hands were shaky, like he was about to drop the spoon each time he picked it up, but he didn't. She sat beside him, in a state of helplessness. She wanted to support him but was unsure how to do so.
Baizhu told him to lay back down and rest after he finished with the bowl of soup. Changsheng made a retort on the situation, but was cut off halfway by Baizhu, who kept his palm clamped over the snake's mouth as he left the room. Before that, though, he told the Adeptus that she shouldn't linger around for too long, or Childe wouldn't be able to fall asleep and rest like he should.
When she returned her attention to him, his tired blue eyes were already looking at her. He was trying so hard to remain awake, and it saddened her.
"Maybe I should go," she murmured, almost under her breath.
He shook his head. "No. Stay with me," he reached his hand out, wanting to hold her hand again. He was not lucky the second time, since she swatted it away and scolded him. He listened to her, carefully, cautiously, his ears focusing on the sound of her voice. For the entirety of the time, he had spent asleep, it was pitch black. He couldn't hear anything, see anything. He had only been able to feel his chest sting with each breath he took, feel his mind fog up like mist over water on a cold day when he tried to think, feel his eyelids struggle to move, as though they had been glued shut.
