I Plead, Your Majesty, For Forgiveness

Chapter 18

TW: Subtle (or not) Manipulation (unintentional), Self-Doubt

~~~

It was a strange feeling. It's as though the Creator doesn't feel fatigued on their own accord, but the boredom of staring at the water below the bridge with slow blinks was mind-numbingly exhausting. [Name]'s lips parted to release yet another sigh, leaning their jaw on their palm as they stare at the reflection on the water's surface as the moon's blooming closes to an end to lift the veil of the sun's arrival. How they hated the sun. It wasn't until the passing conversations nearby that their fatigue passed, letting them straighten their posture in hope as Swan and Lawrence made their way toward the gate. [Name] pressed their hands together gratefully, oh, finally. Once they noticed the two guards set up their posts, they made their way into the city with a breath of relief and freshness.

But the rapid footsteps nearby caught them off guard. Their head turned towards the plaza, tensing their muscles as the Cryo Claymore User weaved her way through the crowd as gracefully as she could. Their hands laced together shyly as the tall woman caught her breath, slightly hunching over in front of them as she struggled to speak. As they waited, they simply overfed her figure.

Holy shit, she's buff as hell– They blinked a few times, feeling their cheeks warm as they realised how shamelessly they were staring at her, but how could they take their eyes off her? The game model she held focused on her chest rather than her build but, in Teyvat, it seemed as though her physics were corrected. Eula's arms flexed incredibly as she lifted a hand to her forehead, brushing some of her stray hairs that grew quicker than the rest from her eyes, which proved how her body formed due to her usage of the Claymore. Her thighs were defined, struggling to be contained within the straps of her thigh-high boots, as she straightens them with respect. I'm... should I bow?

"My immense apologies," she started once her chest rose rhythmically, bringing a hand over her heart with sincerity as her eyes shone with regret and shame. "I realise my break had gone overtime." The silence only urged her to continue, following a familiar pattern of overexplaining [Name] suffered from. "You see, as I had left the Tavern, Amber had come up to me although she was meant to be resting — mark my words, I will enact the vengeance she deserves for this — and I had completely lost track of time, Your Grace. I, admittedly, ended up reaching my own slumber after her insistent spiels and–"

[Name] smiled softly as they raised their hand, causing Eula to purse her lips anxiously for a punishment. Although she had been used to the side-eyes, the mutters and refusal of her money, Eula had never believed she'd end up disappointing the Creator during her first meeting. "It's alright," they murmured, watching her tense, broad shoulders relax under the weight. "I didn't mind. Besides, you deserved the rest. Amber had told me you'd been keeping watch to make sure the Ley Line wasn't seen by anyone, and I know it's been a while. You can relax," they soothed, "I promise. You've done an amazing job, Eula. Amber was right to lull you to sleep."

The Cryo user's pale cheeks warmed immensely, glowing a pink hue that covered from cheek to cheek: running across the bridge of her nose. Her eyes fluttered closed, batting her eyelashes against the pink pigment against her cheeks, as she hummed apologetically. "Thank you, Your Grace. I sincerely apologise for my inconvenience."