𝔾𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕚𝕡𝕤𝕪 [𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚] ʙᴏᴏᴋ2

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝟽 - 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Despite Childe's promises to spend more time with him and rest more often, Wanderer knew those words were empty. Childe continued to throw himself into his duties, often returning home with barely any energy left. 

Wanderer gritted his teeth in frustration, suspecting that Childe might be getting bored of him and preferring his work over their relationship. However, a nagging thought at the back of his mind told him there was more to Childe's actions than met the eye.

One morning, Wanderer lay on the bed, staring at the empty spot where Childe usually slept. His thoughts were a tangled mess of frustration and longing. He craved Childe's attention and care, the gentle hold of his warm hands, and the sound of his voice.

 Unable to bear the solitude any longer, Wanderer sat up abruptly and got out of bed. He put on his coat, hat, and scarf before leaving the apartment.

The cold air of Snezhnaya hit him as he stepped outside, but it did little to cool his turbulent emotions. He made his way to a local store, bought himself a simple meal, and then decided to wander the city's streets, looking for something—anything—that could distract him from his thoughts.

As he walked, his mind kept drifting back to Childe. No matter how hard he tried to focus on the bustling streets, the shop windows, or the passersby, his thoughts kept returning to the ginger-haired Harbinger. The memories of Childe's warm embrace and the sound of his laughter haunted him, making the loneliness feel even more oppressive.

Eventually, Wanderer sighed deeply and decided to head back to the apartment. The walk had done little to lift his spirits, and he found himself craving the familiar comfort of home. As he approached the apartment building, he noticed a figure standing by the entrance. His heart skipped a beat when he recognized the familiar stance and the unmistakable mop of ginger hair.

"Childe?" Wanderer called out, his voice tinged with surprise and hope.

Childe turned, and a tired but genuine smile spread across his face. "Hey, shitoma. I managed to get a little time off."

Wanderer felt a rush of emotions—relief, joy, and a hint of anger. He walked up to Childe, his steps quickening. "You look exhausted," he said, trying to keep the concern out of his voice.

Childe shrugged, trying to downplay his fatigue. "It's been a rough few weeks, but I couldn't stay away any longer. I missed you."

Wanderer couldn't help but soften at Childe's words. "Idiot," he muttered, stepping closer and hugging Childe tightly. "You should take better care of yourself."

Childe wrapped his arms around Wanderer, holding him close. "I will. I promise," he murmured into Wanderer's hair. "I'm here now. Let's spend some time together."

Wanderer pulled back slightly, looking up into Childe's eyes. "You better keep that promise this time."

Childe nodded, his expression sincere. "I will. I don't want to lose you."

With that, they headed back into the apartment, both feeling the weight of their unspoken emotions and the hope that things might finally change for the better.

As they reached the apartment, Childe pulled Wanderer into a deep kiss. Wanderer returned the kiss, his annoyance melting away for a moment. When Childe finally pulled back, he pressed their foreheads together, a tired but content smile on his face.

"I missed kissing you like this... I hope you're not as mad," Childe said, stepping back slightly but keeping his hands on Wanderer's shoulders.

Wanderer looked up at Childe with furrowed brows, a light blush spreading across his cheeks. "Tch, don't think a kiss is going to make everything better," he muttered, trying to maintain his tough exterior. "But... I missed you too."