#torrentide

Drew the babs 😭

They're so cute halp!

Idly wasn't a usual a way to describe HARBINGER interaction; yet, that's exactly how they both were. Signora had already vocalised her displeasure on the matter, though patience was a virtue for her - all in good time, she'd often remind herself. After all, setting small flames to fan a WILD FIRE was what the fair lady was best at.

❝ Don't tell me you're lazing around; or have you merely been placed in timeout. ❞ Signora herself, surprisingly, didn't have the energy to speak with spite, nor does she plan to follow up that musing. She just stifles a sigh and takes a seat beside him. ❝ I don't really care either way. ❞ Ah, does she admit this a loud? No matter. It was a ... quieter day then most. Exhaustion didn't befit her, but even she had her limits ( most definitely after visiting that vermin infested nation ).

Childe didn't respond, oddly enough; hah, lost his fight? How ironic. She doesn't follow on with her intentions to torment him, and is quiet herself in response. She had more important things to think about; perhaps, more things to block out. Of memories that should remain frozen in the abyss. She's tired, though she'd never admit it; never let her demeanour slip into so.

❝ Just what do you think you're doing? ❞

How she barely notices at first; how easily she slips into a moments comfort unbeknownst to her that long stands of hair now wrap loosely around his fingers, until the lightest of tugs snaps her back. At first, eyes widen, before narrowing, and then resting in a strange curiosity; even as her body tenses, && venomous words slip passed her lips.

Who does he think he is? Ah, he has guts, that was certain. It causes the woman to laugh. Amused? Or a shocked response that echoes in mockery. ❝ You really DO enjoy playing with fire, don't you? As well as things that aren't yours. ❞

She thinks for a few seconds, watching him && scanning his features with a vague disgust, and uncertainty. Thoughtful of what the best response was for moments like this. Urgh. He really was a nuisance. He was best saved for a distraction, god knows he stood out wherever he went.

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“i trust you. it’s okay.” for one (1) capitano. ♥

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   Words seemed to leave the ginger’s lips with such certainty it was almost baffling.  At the end of the day,  Nikolai was still learning to navigate the confusing maze that was the true depth of their relationship,  uncertain if his actions would be acceptable or remotely welcomed  -  yet for all the hesitation that remained within him,  Ajax ...  Simply accepted him.

   Heavily scarred hands slowly reached out to cup the ginger’s cheeks,  bringing him closer until foreheads came to rest against one another,  fingers brushing messy strands back from those lovable features.

   “ ... I love you ... ”  It was the first time those words were finally spoken,  genuine emotion in the elder Harbinger’s voice as he drew the other flush against him.  To think that once he’d only considered Ajax as a pest ...

funny coincidence, or a deliberate act? childe, the very harbinger that had tested liyue and tried to bring it down to its knees, appearing so often before him felt deliberate--was it born from spite? did he still dwell upon the fact he had been nothing more than a pawn in the hands of he and la signora, utilized to press the limits of his homeland? while eager to draw blood for the sake of the cryo archon, it likewise did not seem to appear that childe enjoyed being used as a plaything by others.

deception was not only a tool used by the fatui, and in the hands of liyue’s former ruling god he had played young tartaglia like a puppet on strings. even if zhongli held no animosity in his heart, viewing it all as yet another contractual transaction, that did not mean that childe felt similarly.

but, even if it was revenge he sought, the mortal zhongli bore not a worry. for even without his gnosis, the power of one man, even a legendary harbinger, was but a drop in the great sea of his own abilities honed over centuries of blood-bathed battles.

he did not rise from his chair, continuing to sip his tea while it was still warm.

‘ come, take a seat. have you any tales to tell me from your recent journeys? ‘

It is not often that the Regrator crossed paths with the Eleventh Harbinger--- the young man the very opposite of what he typically associated himself with. Some prideful warrior lifted from the ranks of the lesser fatui by Pulcinella's own suggestion, one that the Director seemed quite satisfied enough with to allow it. Pantalone considered himself having a good read on the boy already despite their limited interaction: The young lord was but A LIVING WEAPON at his core, audacious, brash, cunning, and deadly, with seemingly little interest in the clandestine subterfuge many among their ranks immersed themselves in; the banker included. An oddball, this new blood; one that has drawn ire from some of their superiors in response to how the man preformed ( in all sense of the word ) in public. 

Pantalone, however, could hardly care what the sycophants above him thought of such escapades. His interest laid elsewhere, as reports from Liyue filed in following both Signora and Tartaglia's return. A QUESTION has lingered in his thoughts as of late, one that developed as he found himself pouring over the collective expenses of both Harbingers: studying deduction after deduction of generous mora lent from his very own coffers to serve both his comrades’ ‘ DIPLOMANTIC ’ purposes.

As such, he is quite lucky to encounter the ginger haired young man while returning to the palace following a day of monotonous bureaucracy. Their converging path one that Pantalone seemed apt to take full advantage of, even more so once observant gaze noticed something quite interesting...

        This boy was a damnable  fool .

   For as much distance as he kept between himself and the youngest Harbinger,  Capitano knew all too well of just how often he was told he needed to reign himself in. 

                This was one of the times where he most certainly should have.

   Blood stained once pristine snow,  bodies strewn here and there carelessly,  yet still the battlefield had not fallen quiet.  That was going to change.  Though his  comrade  was clearly on his last legs the Captain’s own movements were swift and precise,  sending what foes remained hurtling to the ground in bloodied,  crumpled messes.  

        He never went out of his way to protect  anyone  ,  but for once,  he would make sure that  this person  returned home.

   The sickening crunch of bone,  screams of pain and anguish,  all of it came and went in but an instant only to be replaced with ...  Quiet.  There Capitano stood above the younger Harbinger,  hulking frame adorned with fresh blood that was certainly not his own still emitting faint wisps of steam as eyes slowly turned to regard the exhausted warrior.

        “ ...  You’ve grown ,  but not enough . ”

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the captain would find himself on the receiving end of a [ BITE ]. not just because tartaglia is a possessive little brat incapable of being convenient, but because he believed there was no better way to say 'don't forget me when i'm gone' when he inevitably has to leave, at least in his books...though the mischievous glint in his eye might suggest he leaned more toward the former--

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   What a little  brat  -  that was the first thought that ran through the Captain’s mind as crimson eyes locked onto that cheeky expression on his dear fellow Harbinger’s face.  As much as Nikolai had made it out that Tartaglia was nothing but a thorn in his side for quite some time,  there was something ...  Amusing  about these more recent developments.

   Chin was caught between thumb and index finger,  preventing the ginger from retreating as he closed the distance to bite down on the other’s bottom lip.