♛ 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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[silentabyss]

What the f—

[Did Childe just wet willy him?! Noah starts trying to slap that hand away, jerking sharply to the side, and then Childe's crouching to meet his eyes and—

Noah's going to hold onto being called a bitch for the rest of his life.]

I— I've never— I mean, I'll try it but I don't know if it's a great idea?

[Congrats on fully distracting Noah from the Childe Is Upset vibes, now he's too flustered to function.]

What would you know about this kind of stuff anyway? Where's your... your credentials?

[devouringdeep]

[Added to the list of Noah's core memories.

He releases his grip on Noah and pulls back, a light smirk at the boy's response the first genuine hint of amusement yet.] My... Credentials?. [That pulls a huffed chuckle out of him, and he's shaking his head as he folds his arms across his chest.]

Well. In my defense I can't say I've ever had the opportunity to fall in love, personally. I'm not opposed to the idea, it's merely... Never lined up. [He's come dangerously close in the more recent times, though even then his work had needed to come first. And he's not about to get into that can of worms, either.] Besides. I don't need credentials to see what's going on. It's kind of obvious, kiddo.