#empticius

fingers curl around his palm with all the care in the world, and he tilts his hand gently before stretching his fingers out beneath it-- one might assume he is comparing the size of their hands to one another, and humming gently as he does so. "how long have you had your gloves? that is, provided you do not mind my prying."

put those words back into your mouth young man

              He starts to sweat upon gearing Zhongli´s words, to the point where he eventually ends up averting his gaze before slowly opening the palm of his hands, revealing thus, a small spirit resting in between them. Said spirit being none other than the mischievous anemo archon, Barbatos; ❝ My lord— I... ❞ He tried to explain himself yet to his own surprise, he found himself completely speechless ! 

･ﾟ*. Send 💬 and I'll bold how my muse feels about yours. || accepting.

i hate you | i don’t like you | i don’t care about you | i don’t know you | i know you | i look at you from afar | you’re my friend | you’re my best friend | you’re like family | i care for you | i love you

i want to:

kill you | punch you | ignore you | know more about you | be friends with you | hang out with you | hug you | kiss you

🍻" is there someone you have a crush on ? " (you can't escape THIS)

drunken confessions  ➻ accepting

           Perhaps it was a little too early for him to be _drunk_ already. The sun was just barely setting over the Liyue harbour and they sat outside, on a parlour of the restaurant whose name slipped him in his drunken state -- he wasn’t drunk per se, but he could feel his tongue loosen, his mind grow cloudy and his gaze, although feeling distant, focused. 

He watched the setting sun pain the sky behind Zhongli a deep red, tones of orange and yellow mixing with the clear blue ahead and purple bruising the line between them all. Like this, he could see the god, the archon he once was, almighty and powerful and terrifying and beautiful all at once. He stood out brilliantly and like a shadow at once, dressed in his browns and golds and with bright streaks through his hair. He huffed at his question and tipped the glass for another drink. With how much staring he was doing, Zhongli was bound to know the answer already. 

🍻 " is everything alright? "

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           ---was everything alright?    Of course it wasn’t. On the surface, the world seemed so pristine, so civil from an outside perspective but as a Fatui Harbinger, Childe had first had experience at the corruption that spun the world around. Their cities were built on lines, the ground they walked on drenched in the blood of gods that had fallen in the archon wars and they all blindly served the warriors that had slain them. And they could wipe them all out in a blink of an eye if they so wanted, so much power wielded in such careless matter, tyrants and inattentive monarchs alike governing how they ought to live---

Though Zhongli was likely talking about him lying on the floor and staring at the never-ending glitter of the night sky. He blinked and tilted his head back to try and meet his gaze but he was blurry, hazy and lost under the alcohol’s numbing effect. 

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❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

at one point or another, their lunch sees him watching him constantly; whether he is eating, listening, speaking or enjoying his tea, his eyes are glued to the harbinger, and he lets them roam wherever he likes without reservation, too.

             Whether he wanted to admit it or not, the watching got to him eventually. Like prickles under his skin, unavoidable was the former archon’s gaze, golden and intense and living Childe to often lower his own gaze, not out of respect or anything of the sort but because he knew he would let it get to his head. He talked, he listened sometimes glancing at the walls and dividers just to lessen the pressure his never ending attention pushed against him. It came to its boiling point when Childe couldn’t look up from his plate without feeling like he might combust under his watchful gaze, like he would break and let desire take the best of him so he took a deep breath and reached for his glass, taking three long swigs from his glass to cool himself off. He had to get the situation under control before it would slip from his fingers.