peaceful sensastion, but one that seems to limit your energy—as if forced to slow and calm down and behave with care. WHY IOS THIS SO SMALL NOW weight ok i fixed it lol. NO PICTURE PICTURE LOOKS BAD.
[ there's a pause of quiet from Childe as he considers what Kaeya has said. ]
These things usually come with an ugly unknown that's the price of being an imitation. Delusions kill their users. I wonder if there's a trace of such left? If you could find out how long this has been going on... might be able to dig up something pretty damning.
Then again... [ he told his head to one side with a shrug. ] Manon was pretty damning already if they're connected.
[ When Childe brings up the fact that Delusions kill their users, Kaeya falls oddly silent. He never bothered to find out the truth of what happened to Master Crepus, but given what he'd managed to learn about Delusions before, he did come to such a conclusion. He doesn't know how to feel about it now that he's hearing confirmed.
He tries not to linger on that thought for much longer, continuing on with the rest of their conversation. ]
I don't know if they're connected. Something to keep in mind, I suppose.
[ Could someone be experimenting on Shards in order to provide them to the Church? Maybe what Rosaria said is right— what if they've found a way to make use of someone else's Shard and give it to one of the Shardless? ]
... The Church is a good place to start as any, so I'll likely be heading there at some point to see if I can find anything. I'll keep you in the loop, not to worry.
[ He glances at Childe with a small smile. ]
Shall I let you get back to sleep? [ He says that, but he doesn't feel like moving. ]
Edited (me seeing a typo hours later) 2022-11-22 17:01 (UTC)
The church is where the people go to have the ceremony happen, right? Seems as good a place as any.
[ he isn't in a position to be telling Kaeya what he should and shouldn't do so he leaves it at that. At the question of being left to go back to sleep, Childe glances to him before glancing the other way even as he gently pats the pillow next to him before leaving his arm stretched out open in invitation for the other to come settle down next to him so he can wrap it around him. No pressure, but the offer is pretty clear even with Childe looking the other way. ]
[ What a strange, familiar scenario he finds himself in. It feels like forever ago when Childe did the same motion, patting the pillow next to him in an attempt to lure him into bed. Back then, Kaeya had been adamant about refusing the offer, citing excuses like how he isn't all that tired, but now...
He can only offer a weary smile. One that he doesn't mind showing because Childe isn't going to see it anyway, what with him looking the other way. ]
Is that so? Then, I suppose I can stay for the night.
[ That's what he wanted anyway... but he didn't want to ask out loud. So— he gets up from the bed, if only so he can start discarding parts of his outfit that wouldn't be comfortable to sleep in, leaving them by a chair nearby. Once done, he crawls over to the spot next to Childe, curling into his warmth.
It didn't hit him how much this whole business with the Shards has worn him out until now. He's sure Childe has it much worse though, considering what he went through. ]
[ With Kaeya curling into him, Childe will pull him in close, finally turning onto his side so he can fully embrace the other in both arms. Without a word he leans in to kiss the crown of Kaeya's head gently before resting his chin on top of his head. Despite his injuries his arms hold Kaeya just as protectively as he normally would, a silent comfort like he can keep the rest of the world at bay from interfering with the peace and quiet and safety offered here.
And perhaps he can— at least until morning comes. ]
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These things usually come with an ugly unknown that's the price of being an imitation. Delusions kill their users. I wonder if there's a trace of such left? If you could find out how long this has been going on... might be able to dig up something pretty damning.
Then again... [ he told his head to one side with a shrug. ] Manon was pretty damning already if they're connected.
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He tries not to linger on that thought for much longer, continuing on with the rest of their conversation. ]
I don't know if they're connected. Something to keep in mind, I suppose.
[ Could someone be experimenting on Shards in order to provide them to the Church? Maybe what Rosaria said is right— what if they've found a way to make use of someone else's Shard and give it to one of the Shardless? ]
... The Church is a good place to start as any, so I'll likely be heading there at some point to see if I can find anything. I'll keep you in the loop, not to worry.
[ He glances at Childe with a small smile. ]
Shall I let you get back to sleep? [ He says that, but he doesn't feel like moving. ]
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[ he isn't in a position to be telling Kaeya what he should and shouldn't do so he leaves it at that. At the question of being left to go back to sleep, Childe glances to him before glancing the other way even as he gently pats the pillow next to him before leaving his arm stretched out open in invitation for the other to come settle down next to him so he can wrap it around him. No pressure, but the offer is pretty clear even with Childe looking the other way. ]
Hm. Company might be nice.
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He can only offer a weary smile. One that he doesn't mind showing because Childe isn't going to see it anyway, what with him looking the other way. ]
Is that so? Then, I suppose I can stay for the night.
[ That's what he wanted anyway... but he didn't want to ask out loud. So— he gets up from the bed, if only so he can start discarding parts of his outfit that wouldn't be comfortable to sleep in, leaving them by a chair nearby. Once done, he crawls over to the spot next to Childe, curling into his warmth.
It didn't hit him how much this whole business with the Shards has worn him out until now. He's sure Childe has it much worse though, considering what he went through. ]
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And perhaps he can— at least until morning comes. ]