♛ 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]

[Oh, yep, Noah's crying, thanks. It really doesn't take much with him, does it?]

I— you— [give him a second,] You... did you make these?

[He traces his fingers over the stone moon, carefully so not to accidentally slice his finger open and cast them both into the void as Noah is simply prone to find himself in. For a moment, he seems hypnotized, and then he's looking at the hatchet and holding it up so that he can eye the leatherwork, the burned carvings... he's not crying, you're crying.

People don't just... give Noah gifts.

Noah stares at the gifts for a bit longer, running his hands over the scarf too, before he bundles everything back up and tucks the package under his arm so that he can lean forward and give Childe a one-armed hug, muttering out a quiet thank you so much against the guy's shirt.]

[devouringdeep]

I did! Although I'm not the best stonemason around, so they're a bit amateur. I know a guy in Liyue that might give me some pointers while I'm back home in exchange for some money, so maybe I can try again to make something a bit more--

[It's only when Noah's tucking up against him that Childe really notices the tears, and a momentary jolt of surprise is taking hold over his facilities before he's uncrossing his arms to wrap them around Noah instead. It's one of those big warm bearhugs, fingers carding through the boy's hair in an attempt to soothe him.

He'd worry that he'd offended Noah if it didn't feel like the exact opposite.]

Hey, hey. It's okay, I've got you.

[silentabyss]

I'm not— [pulls his head up and shakes it,] I'm not crying because I'm upset I— I just don't normally get gifts. Th-this is the second one I've gotten in my life.

[Which, uh, says a lot about Noah's parents!

He's quick to stop crying, though, getting control of himself after the hug and drawing away swiftly, he's sorry for the sudden affection, he just has some things going on in his head.]

...thanks. Um. I'll return the favour.

[Buddy that ain't how gifts work—]