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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[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.
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[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—]