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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[He pushes with his bent knee, a fluid and graceful as he stands in one simple movement, his other leg sliding out of the water as well.] You found your resolve, yes? Your drive? No child should ever have to go through the things you and I have gone through, but we did. And we came out stronger because of it, strong enough to decide what we deserve in this world. Strong enough to determine who we are.
In the end... That's a good thing, right? Not the act itself, of course. But the results. The strength, the determination. The drive.
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No, you're right. We crawled through hell to stand where we are now. And i think we're pretty badass.
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[A soft snort escapes him, hands on his hips as he looks up at the sky through the skylight once more. A quiet breath slips out of him, and then he's stifling a yawn as he rolls his shoulders around in their sockets.] Anyway. Want to try and kill each other for a bit?
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He attempted to dry them on his pants. He slips his shoes back on, rolling down his sweats. He's gotta look presentable if he's gonna kick the shit out of Childe.]
I thought you'd never ask. Honestly, I was beginning to think you didn't like me.
[Is the grin cheeky?
Yes. Yes it is.
He's a little rat bastard.]