There is still a chance to revive a life from just a single part that survives.
[ Maybe if he starts his plant bullshit, he can avoid a lecture. Told to join a duel to the death - great, fantastic. He will be there and attempt to not get too horny about it. Have to be lectured and scolded for something - no. 0/10, he would like to avoid that, please. ]
—Okay!!! Let's see, he spoke really fondly of you, including:
...You're good-looking and wear clothes that really show it off.
...You've got some nice skill with weaponry that's worth acknowledging.
Uh huh, aaannnnd...
...You're into Violence and Chill.
... [quietly mumbling to himself] hmmm ... yadda yadda something something...?? about better hobbies, bdsm, getting laid ... oops. that's actually supposed to be insulting no matter how i look at it and not that guy speaking in his own language. nevermind, just cross this one entirely out, I read it wrong.
Last but not least, though...!
...You have a real sensitive side to you and have a talent for tending to plants.
[ ... there. See totally nice normal things. How did he do with making sure there no misunderstandings. ] very positive. All good things, clearly.
Did he also call me some 'bottom bitch' or something like that?
[ This is said with a lot of affection because he likes Dark. There is affection there, but he feels like what is said is a little too nice and mildly accurate. ]
[ ...huh. wow, Childe is surprised at himself for actually realizing it at all, but... that's kind of cute to see a clear fondness between the two of them for each other like this. Is that what having friends is like? Thinking fondly of someone and that they might have called you a bottom-bitch? ]
Nah, he actually left that part out. Should I take note or be aware it's untrue? [ ???? ]
[ This is exactly what a normal friendship is like, Childe. ]
Eh.
[ He makes a noise and sends the feeling of someone giving an unenthusiastic shrug. The shrug of someone that says, "I don't care one way or the other." ]
There we go.
[ Childe has the sensation of Flamebringer pointing at him; it's not so much accusatory as much pleased to know he was right. ]
So all that was enough to have you reach out to me, huh?
Oh. Well that not seemingly to care is definitely accurate with the comment about being chill ] Yeah, of course! I'm very interested.
[ there is this very eager energy coming from Childe's side, like an overly excited puppy that's found the best new thing ever in response to that mental pointing. ]
Although, I guess it's not uncommon you wouldn't find yourself all that intriguing on paper? Still, it feels like a great match to me. [ can't all be Dark and fascinated by how amazing they are. ]
[ He's not going to be lame and think, "Dark would be so smug if I agree," or "Dark will be irritatingly annoying if I disagree."
At his heart, Dark is an absolute piece of work, but they have an understanding of one another. It's an understanding based on not worrying about how the other will respond to some "backlash" that was done purposely or not. ]
No, I don't find myself all that interesting or intriguing. I am but a swordsman that is looking for a good place to die. And I know I won't find it here. [ Because he can't die here, ha-ha-ha. ] But I've accepted that disappointment.
Still, if you see a great match, then you see one.
[ Through the Communion, he sends the impression of reaching his hand out to lightly touch the man's chin. ] So, then, what's your name?
[ ...Ah. so this warrior is ready to find someone that can take his life. Any warrior would also know that the only good place to die is in thrilling combat and finding your match that manages to outdo you and bring you down. For Flamebringer, a "good place to die" is not than likely the same as Childe searching for the individual that is worthy of taking his life— Flamebringer may be towards his end and Childe not all that far from his beginning both in age and point of view (afterall, once Childe decides who the person worthy of killing him is that doesn't mean he'll simply accept that to be his last battle. Part of being worthy is to outdo him despite his tenacity to live,) but Childe gets the sense it's pretty similar in the end. Most people probably wouldn't understand.
The fact that Flamebringer is disappointed by the fact he can't die here also means that he's probably gone through countless battles of life and death, killing instead of dying because he's just better at the first and his opponents instead the latter.
Huh! How did this Meridian go under his radar? Has he been here that long, and Childe has never realized it?
In the mindscape, Childe seems to stare at the other with wide lackluster eyes, a sense of realization and familiarity resonating in them.
—and then he blinks, seeming to come back to what's actually going on between them, and Childe doesn't shy away from the touch beyond the slightest lift of his chin as if reaffirming he is clearly comfortable about this encounter and the invitation he extended that has been accepted. ]
Tartaglia. But most people call me Childe. [ Clearly he doesn't care what the other calls him, judging by the way he's very interested in just 'observing' what he can of the other in the mindscape instead of future speaking.
( Amazing, but maybe he's getting overly excited and letting his hopes soar. Zhongli still won't indulge him, but he thinks this person could potentially ease that for Childe.
It doesn't hurt that Flamebringer ticks all his boxes, too, now that he thinks about it. The only thing left is to confirm it in person—) ]
[ And then, there's a smile. A somewhat disarming smile that still feels wickedly sharp all the same, and Childe doesn't really care to think if he's coming off interested sexually or simply violently, but it really probably wouldn't matter to him, anyway, so long as it's clear he's interested. The only real high he gets that could be real lust is in battle anyway. It's the same. It's all the same. So really, even though they're actually viewing this encounter and its purpose very differently, it won't matter in the long run. At least, not for this Harbinger. ]
So, Mr. Flamebringer, is it too forward to ask for your company now? I'm willing to be patient and court, but I like to see what I'll be courting for.
I know it's sudden, which means you'll be making time for me, so I'll do my absolute best to keep you entertained the entire way so you don't leave feeling it a wasted endeavor on your part.
Your rules this time. Mine next.
Fair?
[ And yeah— Tartaglia is still very much talking about violence.
[ He likes the smile that he is given. The puppy energy is cute, but he likes the energy that he is experiencing now much more. So, the lazy-accepting energy of the Sarkaz fades to something much more suffocating yet willing. A soft flame that erupts into an inferno, if he could be so cheesy as to use such a turn of phrase. ]
It isn't. I think it's cute that you wanted to court me at all. I would have considered this little brush to be one, honestly.
[ Flamebringer laughs. ] I'll do my best to do the same. It'd be rude not to match the same enthusiasm, right?
My rules, huh? [ Is that like his kinks? That's a polite way to put it? ]
You're a polite partner. How could I refuse, Tartaglia?
[ Ah ha~! this is more like it. It's certainly not a bad thing to have a calm and willing individual go along and accept his antics, but it's so much more fun when there is an enthusiastic pushback.
Truly, Childe is quite excited. This is not the first person he's found that has been a promising match, but he certainly is the first one that he's felt an inexplicable impatience to begin with. Flamebringer is even more perfect than any of the others before him because he's a Meridian!
No one is going to get in their way regarding whatever they decide to do to each other over their failure to comprehend that not all violence is fueled by purely negative emotions towards one another. It's just extra convenient like this.
Now, one thing this Harbinger adores is being praised. He's so fucking excited that he's being complimented that he isn't even brought to fluster that the other uses the word 'cute' (that kind of reaction is for another time because there will be another time) ]
Oh, you sure know how to spoil someone like me. And you're incredibly accommodating on top of a pretty face, which means how can I possibly resist? [ Being anything but a polite partner, that is.]
Yes, all your rules. [ eh, rules, kinks-- Childe's not picky when he's got such an attractive partner to impress. He'd be down to fuck if it was Flamebringer, anyway, he's already positive of that.
Yeah, he's definitely got an instant crush on this guy. Cool how your mind can just take you places you didn't actually ask for. ]
[ Flamebringer shrugs - it’s not dismissing the comment about how he spoils people. His eyes roll up as he pauses to rub his hands down his arms, fingers catching on the crystals growing out of the skin.
If he took a real second to think about things, he would marvel over the novelty of this situation. On Terra, people would have little desire to reach out to him being both a Sarkaz and Infected. And yeah, his overall personality kept people away, too.
Is he feeling remorseful or reflective on his life? Existence? What it means to be an Infected in this world? Does he admit to it? Does he explain? ]
He sends another shrug as he thinks about it. Well, he probably can’t invite “the enemy” to the Meridian headquarters, as it were. (Because he’s still being a bum that is living where they offered him to live for free. He spent everything he could on getting a sword - LEAVE HIM ALONE!)
Right. ]
A hotel, I suppose.
One in your city.
Hometown advantage is what I’d like to give you for this time around.
[ A hotel, huh? Yeah, that's fine. If sparks are going to fly, it'd be pretty presumptuous to expect the guy would feel like waltzing back to Springstar afterwards. This is probably where he should stop and wonder (well, a lot of things, actually, but oh well) but Childe is so used to paying for older men (aka: being a personal wallet for Zhongli) and some other people of interest (Travelers), that he just equates the fact Flamebringer is coming to Highstorm means he should foot the bill for the guy's hotel room here.
Childe's laugh is airy in response, almost playful, and he seems to overall appreciate the commentary just for the sake of it. ]
Aha, you won't hear me complain. I'll send you the directions as soon as I get a booking.
In the meantime, make sure to come prepared. [ as in with a weapon. ] Don't be cocky and show up dressed in anything you actually like, by the way, I'm probably definitely gonna make a point ruin it on you.
I'll be waiting! [ YUP GOODBYE FOR NOW NEW FRIEND—
Except about ten minutes later Flamebringer'll get the name of a place and what it looks like/ where it is forwarded to him in a mental sense that feels more like a text message than any type of real common connection.
Oh yeah, and five minutes after that he'll get a floor and room number. Whatever details. ]
Seems kind of rude to make him book, but then again, he is inviting himself over to Zenith's city. His shoulders shrug. Details - whatever. Details like how he shouldn't stay too far away from home lest he ends up in trouble with Discord later. Oh well.
At least, he has clothes that he doesn't mind getting torn. He muses over what "come prepared" means. Isn't it what he wants? Excuse you? Well, he does clean himself up so that he doesn't come all sweaty and dirt-covered (ew).
Well, time to show up - and show up he does.
His tail swishes a little behind him. He still has a lot of energy pent up inside of him from helping Dark out earlier - the two not realizing that their friendship and continued Communion cause an increase in their Discord. They're doing great. The two idiots are doing just fine.
But hey, maybe this will do something about all that energy.
So, he gives a friendly greeting upon seeing the person that invaded his thoughts - literally. ]
[ haha opposite aspects and factions eh whoops. what luck that Harbinger and Iconoclast happen to go hand in hand.
Childe shifts to look back over his shoulder, lightless eyes still somehow still managing to express real excitement as he lays eyes on the other. ] Hey, you made it.
[ The tail is noticed and that does rile his curiosity because he doesn't recognize it immediately as to what kind of tail it is (Ernesto's tail was easy to identify, for example,) but he has important priorities to focus on
Yeah, he can be nosey about it later. ]
Rules? [ Flamebringer should get to thinking on setting them if he hasn't considered it yet, because if he gets the impression that Childe is about ready to jump him and make a move if he's not beaten to it— he would be absolutely right that's what's happen.
(Did he bring weapons, though? Well, it's also not like Childe had his weapons on display or even visible yet so it's not all that curious to him.
Actually, he may find it a little curious— the clerk at the counter had given him some strange looks when Childe had been confused about his questions, and starting a fighting in a hotel room isn't exactly the most responsible of decisions, but Childe realizes that stopping dead and checking to make sure he hasn't given Flamebringer any wrong ideas is kind of too little too late. His partner for the night is already here, and Childe has more than some pent-up energy needing to let loose in more ways than one. Honestly, it's whatever goes for Childe at this point. ]
[ His hands open, fingers spread, as he finally decides to think up some on the spot. ]
Leave me enough clothes so it isn’t that obvious a walk of shame home.
[ Flamebringer jerks his thumb over his shoulder, indicating the trek back to the Meridian side of things. Should he get into positions? His face winces - like he smelled something foul - and it is only because he doesn’t find much interest in that. Things should go by mood, anyway.
His tail swishes side-to-side. ]
That’s about it.
[ He leans in: ] So, biting is approved, too. [ And he snorts out a laugh. ]
[ leave enough clothes? walk of shame? Biting is allowed?
Oh, oh. the Eleventh Harbinger is frozen midway in his actions now before a single delicate hydro blade instantly appears in one hand for him to grip. Although it seems Childe has indeed realized something, that predatory excitement doesn't seem to diminish one bit. ]
Aha, so that's the kind of game it is! What a strange guy that Dark fellow is, but you're a prize catch any way I look at it, so I won't be too critical of his ways. If that's all, then I accept.
[ (Flamebringer actually makes a good call about not bringing up positions. It's more fun to go with the heat of the moment.)
he smiles, finally moving to use the flat of the hydroblade to gently slide under the other's chin. He isn't tall enough to be able to make the other look up at him especially when he leans in just a bit himself, but it's okay, that flirty suggestiveness that he would like full attention on him still gets across even while using the weapon instead.
If he knew this was about sex from the getgo, he would have made a more sincere attempt to come off sexually appealing during communion exchange rather than a hyper chihuahuha ready to throw down. Then again, maybe they wouldn't even be here because maybe Childe wouldn't have been in the mood for sex like he suddenly is now to even have reached out. Maybe Flamebringer would have been turned off. Who knows.
Childe should probably ask if he likes it rough or not in this case, but it seems almost useless to point bring up with words. If Flamebringer can't already tell and feel the visceral need for at the very least a rough— if not downright violent— fuck dripping off the harbinger's form, then there's no amount of speaking that's going to get it across.
He'll lean enough so that their mouths almost ghost against one another by not quite. His voice is drawn out and sensual ]
Just be aware when I bite, I don't stop until my teeth [ and he'll snap his teeth together hard enough that the 'click' can be distinctly heard as if to demonstrate his point. ] are touching.
[ the hydroblade disappears because, well, as much as he could enjoy digging it into the other and have blood everywhere, it's probably not necessary and will cause an increase in the price tag of the room for the effort to salvage the sheets. Tartaglia has sharp teeth, anyway, even though he's only human, he can draw blood just fine on his own if e wants to.
Besides, Childe doesn't change his act much when he's with men: he's going to be aggressive. Flamebringer either submits (hopefully not too easily, if so) or overpowers him, and Childe submits. He's pretty sure physically Flamebringer has more strength than he does from his build alone. So anything that happens is because he was allowed to.
Ultimately, the other has about three long seconds from Childe speaking to respond however he likes. It's his last chance to change his mind, at least in terms of leaving. If he doesn't make a move of some kind, Tartaglia will by crushing their mouths together impatiently. ]
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communion, during march tdm
Hey, are you going to Alenroux?
[hi flamebringer]
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[ hey girl ]
communion; shortly after may gossip post
[Enter: one angry croc into the mindspace.]
What's the deal with you sending weird guys my way, huh?!
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He stops watering the plant that he was. Setting the watering can down, he looks over his shoulder - like she is right behind him. ]
Weird? [ Hm? ] You didn't like the leaves?
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[Tbh she wasn't sure if Dark was just bullshitting about Flamebringer encouraging this...]
It was more like 'leaf,' singular. A dead one.
[1/2]
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There is still a chance to revive a life from just a single part that survives.
[ Maybe if he starts his plant bullshit, he can avoid a lecture. Told to join a duel to the death - great, fantastic. He will be there and attempt to not get too horny about it. Have to be lectured and scolded for something - no. 0/10, he would like to avoid that, please. ]
not long after gossip posts;
friendlink request. ]Hello, I hope you're Flamebringer. Got your name from Dark, sounded like we have a lot in common and you're into some pretty fun stuff.
You busy?
1/?
Again, he is just trying to tend to his plants when he isn't being all about bloodshed and swords. ]
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Did Dark set him up? ]
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/done
I am tending to my plants. Their lives are fragile and brief. Even here in this place of second chances.
What did Dark say about me?
1/2
he said...
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Uh huh, aaannnnd...
Last but not least, though...!
[ ... there. See totally nice normal things. How did he do with making sure there no misunderstandings. ] very positive. All good things, clearly.
(no subject)
Did he also call me some 'bottom bitch' or something like that?
[ This is said with a lot of affection because he likes Dark. There is affection there, but he feels like what is said is a little too nice and mildly accurate. ]
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[ ...huh. wow, Childe is surprised at himself for actually realizing it at all, but... that's kind of cute to see a clear fondness between the two of them for each other like this. Is that what having friends is like? Thinking fondly of someone and that they might have called you a bottom-bitch? ]
Nah, he actually left that part out. Should I take note or be aware it's untrue? [ ???? ]
Sissy and scrub.
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Eh.
[ He makes a noise and sends the feeling of someone giving an unenthusiastic shrug. The shrug of someone that says, "I don't care one way or the other." ]
There we go.
[ Childe has the sensation of Flamebringer pointing at him; it's not so much accusatory as much pleased to know he was right. ]
So all that was enough to have you reach out to me, huh?
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Oh. Well that not seemingly to care is definitely accurate with the comment about being chill ] Yeah, of course! I'm very interested.
[ there is this very eager energy coming from Childe's side, like an overly excited puppy that's found the best new thing ever in response to that mental pointing. ]
Although, I guess it's not uncommon you wouldn't find yourself all that intriguing on paper? Still, it feels like a great match to me. [ can't all be Dark and fascinated by how amazing they are. ]
1/?
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At his heart, Dark is an absolute piece of work, but they have an understanding of one another. It's an understanding based on not worrying about how the other will respond to some "backlash" that was done purposely or not. ]
/end
No, I don't find myself all that interesting or intriguing. I am but a swordsman that is looking for a good place to die. And I know I won't find it here. [ Because he can't die here, ha-ha-ha. ] But I've accepted that disappointment.
Still, if you see a great match, then you see one.
[ Through the Communion, he sends the impression of reaching his hand out to lightly touch the man's chin. ] So, then, what's your name?
1/3
The fact that Flamebringer is disappointed by the fact he can't die here also means that he's probably gone through countless battles of life and death, killing instead of dying because he's just better at the first and his opponents instead the latter.
Huh! How did this Meridian go under his radar? Has he been here that long, and Childe has never realized it?
In the mindscape, Childe seems to stare at the other with wide lackluster eyes, a sense of realization and familiarity resonating in them.
—and then he blinks, seeming to come back to what's actually going on between them, and Childe doesn't shy away from the touch beyond the slightest lift of his chin as if reaffirming he is clearly comfortable about this encounter and the invitation he extended that has been accepted. ]
Tartaglia. But most people call me Childe. [ Clearly he doesn't care what the other calls him, judging by the way he's very interested in just 'observing' what he can of the other in the mindscape instead of future speaking.
( Amazing, but maybe he's getting overly excited and letting his hopes soar. Zhongli still won't indulge him, but he thinks this person could potentially ease that for Childe.
It doesn't hurt that Flamebringer ticks all his boxes, too, now that he thinks about it. The only thing left is to confirm it in person—) ]
I lied I can't count 2/2
So, Mr. Flamebringer, is it too forward to ask for your company now? I'm willing to be patient and court, but I like to see what I'll be courting for.
I know it's sudden, which means you'll be making time for me, so I'll do my absolute best to keep you entertained the entire way so you don't leave feeling it a wasted endeavor on your part.
Your rules this time. Mine next.
Fair?
[ And yeah— Tartaglia is still very much talking about violence.
(they truly are no different to him at all.) ]
What do you say?
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It isn't. I think it's cute that you wanted to court me at all. I would have considered this little brush to be one, honestly.
[ Flamebringer laughs. ] I'll do my best to do the same. It'd be rude not to match the same enthusiasm, right?
My rules, huh? [ Is that like his kinks? That's a polite way to put it? ]
You're a polite partner. How could I refuse, Tartaglia?
(no subject)
Truly, Childe is quite excited. This is not the first person he's found that has been a promising match, but he certainly is the first one that he's felt an inexplicable impatience to begin with. Flamebringer is even more perfect than any of the others before him because he's a Meridian!
No one is going to get in their way regarding whatever they decide to do to each other over their failure to comprehend that not all violence is fueled by purely negative emotions towards one another. It's just extra convenient like this.
Now, one thing this Harbinger adores is being praised. He's so fucking excited that he's being complimented that he isn't even brought to fluster that the other uses the word 'cute' (that kind of reaction is for another time because there will be another time) ]
Oh, you sure know how to spoil someone like me. And you're incredibly accommodating on top of a pretty face, which means how can I possibly resist? [ Being anything but a polite partner, that is.]
Yes, all your rules. [ eh, rules, kinks-- Childe's not picky when he's got such an attractive partner to impress. He'd be down to fuck if it was Flamebringer, anyway, he's already positive of that.
Yeah, he's definitely got an instant crush on this guy. Cool how your mind can just take you places you didn't actually ask for. ]
Where would you like to meet?
1/3
If he took a real second to think about things, he would marvel over the novelty of this situation. On Terra, people would have little desire to reach out to him being both a Sarkaz and Infected. And yeah, his overall personality kept people away, too.
Is he feeling remorseful or reflective on his life? Existence? What it means to be an Infected in this world? Does he admit to it? Does he explain? ]
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Because he doesn’t take a second to reflect on things.
He doesn’t care about his state as an Infected or a Sarkaz.
There was a time that he did, but those days are long since gone. ]
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He sends another shrug as he thinks about it. Well, he probably can’t invite “the enemy” to the Meridian headquarters, as it were. (Because he’s still being a bum that is living where they offered him to live for free. He spent everything he could on getting a sword - LEAVE HIM ALONE!)
Right. ]
A hotel, I suppose.
One in your city.
Hometown advantage is what I’d like to give you for this time around.
[ Ha-ha, he’s funny. ]
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Childe's laugh is airy in response, almost playful, and he seems to overall appreciate the commentary just for the sake of it. ]
Aha, you won't hear me complain. I'll send you the directions as soon as I get a booking.
In the meantime, make sure to come prepared. [ as in with a weapon. ] Don't be cocky and show up dressed in anything you actually like, by the way, I'm probably definitely gonna make a point ruin it on you.
I'll be waiting! [ YUP GOODBYE FOR NOW NEW FRIEND—
Except about ten minutes later Flamebringer'll get the name of a place and what it looks like/ where it is forwarded to him in a mental sense that feels more like a text message than any type of real common connection.
Oh yeah, and five minutes after that he'll get a floor and room number. Whatever details. ]
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Seems kind of rude to make him book, but then again, he is inviting himself over to Zenith's city. His shoulders shrug. Details - whatever. Details like how he shouldn't stay too far away from home lest he ends up in trouble with Discord later. Oh well.
At least, he has clothes that he doesn't mind getting torn. He muses over what "come prepared" means. Isn't it what he wants? Excuse you? Well, he does clean himself up so that he doesn't come all sweaty and dirt-covered (ew).
Well, time to show up - and show up he does.
His tail swishes a little behind him. He still has a lot of energy pent up inside of him from helping Dark out earlier - the two not realizing that their friendship and continued Communion cause an increase in their Discord. They're doing great. The two idiots are doing just fine.
But hey, maybe this will do something about all that energy.
So, he gives a friendly greeting upon seeing the person that invaded his thoughts - literally. ]
Hey.
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Childe shifts to look back over his shoulder, lightless eyes still somehow still managing to express real excitement as he lays eyes on the other. ] Hey, you made it.
[ The tail is noticed and that does rile his curiosity because he doesn't recognize it immediately as to what kind of tail it is (Ernesto's tail was easy to identify, for example,) but he has important priorities to focus on
Yeah, he can be nosey about it later. ]
Rules? [ Flamebringer should get to thinking on setting them if he hasn't considered it yet, because if he gets the impression that Childe is about ready to jump him and make a move if he's not beaten to it— he would be absolutely right that's what's happen.
(Did he bring weapons, though? Well, it's also not like Childe had his weapons on display or even visible yet so it's not all that curious to him.
Actually, he may find it a little curious— the clerk at the counter had given him some strange looks when Childe had been confused about his questions, and starting a fighting in a hotel room isn't exactly the most responsible of decisions, but Childe realizes that stopping dead and checking to make sure he hasn't given Flamebringer any wrong ideas is kind of too little too late. His partner for the night is already here, and Childe has more than some pent-up energy needing to let loose in more ways than one. Honestly, it's whatever goes for Childe at this point. ]
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[ His hands open, fingers spread, as he finally decides to think up some on the spot. ]
Leave me enough clothes so it isn’t that obvious a walk of shame home.
[ Flamebringer jerks his thumb over his shoulder, indicating the trek back to the Meridian side of things. Should he get into positions? His face winces - like he smelled something foul - and it is only because he doesn’t find much interest in that. Things should go by mood, anyway.
His tail swishes side-to-side. ]
That’s about it.
[ He leans in: ] So, biting is approved, too. [ And he snorts out a laugh. ]
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Oh, oh. the Eleventh Harbinger is frozen midway in his actions now before a single delicate hydro blade instantly appears in one hand for him to grip. Although it seems Childe has indeed realized something, that predatory excitement doesn't seem to diminish one bit. ]
Aha, so that's the kind of game it is! What a strange guy that Dark fellow is, but you're a prize catch any way I look at it, so I won't be too critical of his ways. If that's all, then I accept.
[ (Flamebringer actually makes a good call about not bringing up positions. It's more fun to go with the heat of the moment.)
he smiles, finally moving to use the flat of the hydroblade to gently slide under the other's chin. He isn't tall enough to be able to make the other look up at him especially when he leans in just a bit himself, but it's okay, that flirty suggestiveness that he would like full attention on him still gets across even while using the weapon instead.
If he knew this was about sex from the getgo, he would have made a more sincere attempt to come off sexually appealing during communion exchange rather than a hyper chihuahuha ready to throw down. Then again, maybe they wouldn't even be here because maybe Childe wouldn't have been in the mood for sex like he suddenly is now to even have reached out. Maybe Flamebringer would have been turned off. Who knows.
Childe should probably ask if he likes it rough or not in this case, but it seems almost useless to point bring up with words. If Flamebringer can't already tell and feel the visceral need for at the very least a rough— if not downright violent— fuck dripping off the harbinger's form, then there's no amount of speaking that's going to get it across.
He'll lean enough so that their mouths almost ghost against one another by not quite. His voice is drawn out and sensual ]
Just be aware when I bite, I don't stop until my teeth [ and he'll snap his teeth together hard enough that the 'click' can be distinctly heard as if to demonstrate his point. ] are touching.
[ the hydroblade disappears because, well, as much as he could enjoy digging it into the other and have blood everywhere, it's probably not necessary and will cause an increase in the price tag of the room for the effort to salvage the sheets. Tartaglia has sharp teeth, anyway, even though he's only human, he can draw blood just fine on his own if e wants to.
Besides, Childe doesn't change his act much when he's with men: he's going to be aggressive. Flamebringer either submits (hopefully not too easily, if so) or overpowers him, and Childe submits. He's pretty sure physically Flamebringer has more strength than he does from his build alone. So anything that happens is because he was allowed to.
Ultimately, the other has about three long seconds from Childe speaking to respond however he likes. It's his last chance to change his mind, at least in terms of leaving. If he doesn't make a move of some kind, Tartaglia will by crushing their mouths together impatiently. ]