❥・❝ 𝐀𝐬 𝐈 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞. ❞
↳ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a young lady valued by the fatui dearly finds her perfect match, who happens to be her colleague.
𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥�...
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"Your majesty, can you tell me about y/n, before I met her?" Childe spoke, his voice soft and vulnerable. It was undeniable that he had been different ever since the battle between you both.
He was more reserved, and quiet. He barely ever showed up to work anymore which was pardoned due to the circumstances. He would stay in his room all day, everyday when he wasn't sat next to your body. Silently praying to the gods above for you to wake up.
The archon thought for a second before responding, "She was much different..."
Childe tilted his head in confusion, urging her to continue.
"She had this thirst for blood and battle. It was all she desired, if she wasn't working she would be fighting. She was quite a bit like you."
"Y/n? Willingly wanting to fight someone?" A look of shock covered his face, as the archon chuckled.
"Yes. I know, she's nothing like that anymore."
The archon continued, "For her personality? She was quite the cunning woman. A little mean at times too, quite manipulative and always got her way, one way or another through the use of her voice."
He had a confused expression on his face and was silently wondering whether she was joking or being serious.
"She was always picking fights with Pulcinella too, same with Pantalone. Though I guess that hasn't really changed in recent years either. She would still love to kill Pantalone if ever given the opportunity."
"Why does she hate Pantalone anyways? I mean I'm not his biggest fan yet I don't pick fights with him like her." Childe questioned.
The Cryo Archon thought to herself for a few moments, her nails tapping on her knee whilst trying to recall the actual reason. Childe wouldn't be surprised if The Tsaritsa said there was no reason though.
"She finds him quite useless. She thinks he's annoying and only cares about money. She says that he values money over everything even though money is elastic. The value of money goes up and down whilst the value of other stuff never fluctuates."
"I guess I can't argue with that, but why does he hate her?"
"He doesn't hate her. They used to be friends but... never-mind. That story isn't mine to tell. You'll have to ask her yourself." She stopped herself at the perfect time.
"Oh, okay.." Childe nodded, his fingers interlocked with your own as your body laid cold.
"Why is she in a coma-like state if she used to always fight?" Childe asked.
"She had unleashed years of anger, frustration, sadness all at once when she transformed. She had been longing for the feeling of fighting against someone who always beared a similar strength. She had longed to fight against somebody who could actually land a mark on her." She spoke softly, her tone vulnerable.
A look of confusion spread of Childe's face, "So why would she never fight against me? I was always down to spar with her.."
"She wanted to protect you, Childe. She loves you, she cares about you. You're the only person she's allowed herself to be vulnerable in front of since the incident. Since that situation, your arms are the only ones who have ever held her. Your lips are the only ones she allowed to meet hers." Her voice was soft and calm, comforting in a way as she looked down at her daughter.
Her voice changed for a moment, to a stern tone. "Don't betray her trust. Be lucky that I allow this relationship of yours. I know your ways Childe."
Childe's body tensed for a moment. Her cold tone caught him by surprise but he regained him confidence after a second. "You have my word, your majesty."
"Wonderful, is there anything else you'd like to ask me?" Her tone was back warm and kind.
"What was the.. incident you talk of?"
She sighed for a moment, "That isn't my place to say the details. Yet I will summarise what happened."
Childe was now focused, his curiosity finally being answered.
"Around 100 years ago, her and this stupid mortal boy who wanted to be a harbinger, Andre were together. He was around 30 when they got together. At first everything was perfect, they were all loved up and I had never seen her so happy. Then, she once went out with Capitano around the city, since as you know they are fairly close. Then somebody told Andre, then everything changed. Then the truth came out, he was psychotic. Of course, as punishment for everything that happened which I won't share, he was given to Dottore as a test subject." She said, her voice clearly upset as if she herself hadn't healed from what happened even though she wasn't the one who endured it.
"Then he got killed. Well tortured then killed by La Ruffiana." She shrugged.
"Andre! Andre! Here quick, I need to tell you something important, it's about La Ruffiana!" Pantalone yelled, gesturing for him to come over.
Him and Andre had the same goals in life, so it was inevitable that one day they would be very close friends.
"Pantalone! What's up my guy?" Andre laughed, a grin on his face as he walked over to his best friend.
"La Ruffiana, she's cheating on you Andre!"
Andre laughed confidently, his tone was cocky, "La Ruffiana? Cheat on me? Don't be stupid Pantalone. Not in her wildest dreams would she ever cheat on me."
"No, seriously I mean it! She's cheating on you she was on a date with Capitano!" Pantalone nodded his head confidently.
His tone turned serious, he always had suspicions about her and Capitano since they were so close. "Oh yeah? What happened."
"They were together in the city today, laughing and everything!"
An angered look covered Andre's face as he stormed away in anger. He was furious.
His girlfriend? Cheating on him?
Archons he wanted you dead at that very moment whether you did or didn't cheat.
He felt as if he was too good for you, so the fact this was the way you repaid him for everything he did for you?
He closed his eyes.
Your dead body laid on the floor, swimming in a pool of your own blood.
He gripped the knife in his hand, grinning like an idiot as he liked the blood from the blade, the delicious metallic taste entering his mouth as he savoured every little taste. He moved the knife from his lips as he looked down once again as the wound on your chest, right where your heart was.
"Finally. I can take your place." His voice had a malicious intention behind it. Then he began laughing like a maniac, his laughter echoing throughout the room.
He opened his eyes, his excitement skyrocketing through the roof.
