#tidesraging

                  Of course you would... The wolf-kissed furrowed their brow in concern, light azure gaze glancing up at the taller. Eivor knows Childe would indeed lose it if he found them dead somewhere. It was in their nature - to protect and to fight. They were the same, in a way. For a moment they held their gaze before taking a step closer - hand moving up to brush along the gingers cheek as they softened their gaze before a smirk forms on their lips.                              ❝It’s a good thing you will never have to worry about that. I am not so easily taken off guard, and not easy to kill.❞

          Eyes shot from staring off into the distance, to the tall ginger wrapping their arms around their waist. Eyes widen, and body grows tense, but after realizing it was Childe they smiled a little. Arms wrap around their neck, bringing their head to gently bump against their forehead with a small smirk.                           ❝Is this the prize I get for my glorious victory in our sparring match today?❞                   They tease them, brushing their nose against theirs teasingly.

               “you look almost familiar...do i know you from somewhere?” // @tidesraging​​

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          A small huff leaves the wolf-kissed lips, before reluctantly rolling over to give Childe some space to lay down in. Eivor did not mind their company, truth be told, but they had to be a little stubborn. Still, once the harbinger climbed in bed with them, they couldn’t help but smirk a little as they looked up into their eyes with arched eyebrows.                        ❝Try not to get too upset if I accidentally kick you off the bed, hm?❞                 A wink flashed their way, before shifting into the bed-sheets - eyes till watching them with a curious glint in them.