♛ A knife in my heart couldn't slow me down ♛

[devouringdeep]

Who: Childe (and the rest of you wildlings)
When: All of October
What: An open Catch-all for the Bastard (bc I feel he's gonna need it this month)
Warnings: Mild self harm (as in, "exclusively just to trigger the dimension shift" kind of mild), brief mentions of gore, suicide mention

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MEEEEE IM LITERALLY CRYING me digging in komaeda's crazy ass luck bag let's start off small

[commences]

Now now... don't get off topic.

( finding a hidden meaning in komaeda's words do nothing for the conversation they're having, using childe's body in that means would take away from the information he wants. while it is interesting, he raises a brow as he contemplates the idea of what he crave — at this point, he isn't afraid of death, but he welcomes it like any person would. he can be honest, though, keeping it between them. )

I wont fight back, or... I can try, but something will, something uncontrollable, and whether you live to the next one day by being near me is up to you — I've seen countless bodies drop, and my own safe from harm. Your life will become a tumultuous whirlwind of unexpected events, some that you can't explain. For the information you hold, I'm sure a chance for freedom and that could work in your favor, keep you working...

( that's how his luck works, it kills other, and leaves him to reap the rewards, but it's like a pendulum that constantly cuts into his body, it swings back and forth never to give the finished blow to separate him completely. instead it's part of this mind, and he continues to separate himself from what's around him, even now when he looks at childe... he sees through him, and not at him. )

Your dagger, it can be used as a weapon... can't it?

( he holds out his hand, the organic one that's marred with scars, three nails plucked clean, two regrowing.

...while he's talking though, there's something that shoots through the sky — spherical from the courtyard, directly towards the rooftop. upon closer inspection, it appears to be a baseball, and if childe isn't paying attention or too focused on komaeda... it'll come directly towards his face.

...

...

...

does it come even close? )

[devouringdeep]

[If he wasn't just fresh off of a return from Teyvat, his senses would have probably been dulled enough to mar his reaction time. As it stands, he's spent the last six months of his own time doing battle with the other Harbingers, so his reflexes are fresh and in their prime. He spots the baseball coming, and with the slightest twitch of the hand beneath his jaw a shield of hydro forms directly in the path of the projectile, which it bounces harmlessly off of with a soft thump. The shield splashes away once it's no longer needed, and Childe tilts his head a little in thought.]

Usually that's what daggers are used for, yes. I guess you could use them for decorative purposes, but that just sounds boring. [Adjusting his hand from a fist to an open palm, he drums his fingers against his cheek.] Hypothetically speaking, if I were to take you up on this offer... I would have to say that the information wouldn't be divulged until I've decided the price has been properly paid. Does that sound agreeable to you?

[commences]

Properly paid...

( easily rolls off his tongue as he looks at the other, and his hands press together thoughtfully as he knows his luck works in mysterious ways. it's uncontrollable, so there's nothing he can do about it, but with the soft thump of the baseball now hitting against the ground near them, it rolls just a little, and stops before falling off the edge of the rooftop. reaching over, komaeda picks it up, looking it over — )

How would you know when, Chakkun?

( here, he sets the ball back down on the ground between them, like he's ready at any moment. )

[devouringdeep]

[That's a question he hadn't actually considered, despite the fact that it seems like the most important one that should have been hashed out prior to his own inquiry. His fingers pause, eyes narrowing a bit in thought. How much pain was enough to cover the cost of the lives taken to get the information he'd been sitting on?

The cowboy hadn't exactly been quick or easy, after all.]

I suppose... [His words are slow, careful. Like he's still thinking through his reply even as his lips form the words.] The time would be right when I could know for sure I can trust you... Well. Trust you to not run off and spread all sorts of nasty baseless rumors, that is.