Not that Jaded

He's so pretty. <3

But don't worry for those of you waiting on the next installment of Falling Into Place, it's still on the way, I haven't forgotten! :)

I'm SCREAMING he's so beautiful.

Robin only gets a few steps in when she draws up to a halt, her eyes widening. "Brother. This is…" He casts his gaze away, folding his wings tightly against his head. "I know. It's too much. I lost restraint. Overindulged." "No," Robin shakes her head and moves so she can look him in the eyes, "you did so well, Brother. It's beautiful. I'm honored you're trusting me with it."

He squeezes his eyes tightly shut, clenching one of his hands into a fist. Selfish. You're so selfish. Don't want what you should. You don't know how to be a good Omega. You just want him all for yourself. "Maybe," he whispers. "Maybe I do." Infatuations never last. "This isn't that." But could he really say that? He'd spent so much of his life avoiding any sort of romance or relationship. How could he know? What if there were someone else he was drawn to? What if Veritas; kind, gentle, patient Veritas had just been some sort of…start? Some awakening? Baby Omega's first Alpha. You won't be able to help yourself, eventually. Sometimes, Sunday thinks, that mental voice sounds almost a little too much like Gopher Wood.

"So," Childe asks in a skeptical tone at dinner in Zhongli's apartment one night, "there's no monsters I can fight? Anywhere?" He slumps back in his chair. "Disappointing." Zhongli chuckles, "it has been many years since I've seen what you might term 'monsters'. I am afraid you will have to find some other outlet for your energy." "Hmph. There's only so much physical training a man can stand, you know. Even for me. It's just not the same as a fight. Never gets the blood pumping in quite the same way." "Are you trying to request a spar, Childe?" Zhongli raises his eyebrows and adds in a deceptively mild voice, "do they have the phrase 'beating around the bush' where you're from?"