harboring feelings ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ | tartaglia

The afternoon sun cast long, amber shadows across the worn stone path leading to your doorstep. A gentle breeze carried the distant scent of Cecilia flowers from the garden, mingling with the earthy smell of freshly turned soil.

Childe

his voice cutting through the quiet afternoon air with practiced ease

There he stood, leaning against your doorframe with the casual arrogance of a man who knew exactly how to make an entrance. His ginger hair caught the light, almost glowing at the edges, and his Harbinger uniform was immaculate—not a single crease out of place. At his feet, a small pile of discarded wrapping paper rustled in the wind.

Childe

Y/n! Precisely the person I was hoping to see.

He pushed off from the frame, closing the distance between you in two easy strides. A velvet box, deep azure in color, dangled from his fingers like a lure on a line. His smile was that same infuriating blend of charming and smug—the one that suggested he already knew what your answer would be, and simply didn't care.

Childe

I was passing through Liyue on official business, you see. And I thought to myself—what would make this dreary little trip worthwhile? he taps the box against his palm Then it hit me. A detour. To see you. And to give you this.

He flipped the box open with a flourish.

Childe

A hairpin. From the Chasm's deepest veins—cor Lapis, cut and polished by the finest jewelers in Fontaine. I noticed your hair was getting longer. Thought you might need something to keep it out of your face when you're... plotting. Or whatever it is you do all day.