♛ 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

Comments

[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.