♛ 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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[redoutlaw]

[He tilts his head back, watching Childe as he spoke. He raised a brow, the corner of his mouth slowly curling into a smile. He looked back at the water, kicking his feet back and forth.]

No, you're right. We crawled through hell to stand where we are now. And i think we're pretty badass.

[devouringdeep]

See? Exactly.

[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?

[redoutlaw]

[This time he laughs. He lays down on the ground, feet still dangling in the water as he watches Childe. His grin all but split his face. He quickly rolls back, jumping up to his feet.

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.]