[ Childe perks. Perhaps it's the sharing of the same legacy that makes him notice it quite a bit more, that there's someone he has never met but exudes such volatile and violent emotions so ready.
It perks his curiosity to look, to observe and put a name to a face of everyone he does know regardless of their allegiance and everyone he doesn't. It's very easy to stop on the silent melting pot of the most familiar emotion he knows& mdash;and he knows it all too well because it consumes him.
Childe watches her, clearly intrigued, although a fire doesn't burn in his eyes like her own. His eyes are dark, an endless abyssal pool that hides everything from the surface, and there is no promise that taking a plunge will reward with anything at all underneath. There a lifelessness that suggests a weapon of war and nothing more.
Her rage isn't fear-inducing to him perhaps because it feels so much like home. His downfall would certainly be to take too much comfort in someone that could possibly empathize with him— someone who is just as ensnared as him. She is the enemy, afterall, and that isn't a look that gives off anything but the promise of Death's coming.
Well, how interesting... perhaps the Pleroma can offer something to the table that strkes his fancy yet, despite Lumine's disappearance.
Hm. He supposes for now he'll have to wait and just imagine all the scenarios of what she would be like afterwards if she had the success of killing all her targets. The only thing he knows for certain is that he can discard the hypothetical one where she finally has peace.
Peace doesn't exist for people that are chained and enslaved to their rage like they are. ]
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It perks his curiosity to look, to observe and put a name to a face of everyone he does know regardless of their allegiance and everyone he doesn't. It's very easy to stop on the silent melting pot of the most familiar emotion he knows& mdash;and he knows it all too well because it consumes him.
Childe watches her, clearly intrigued, although a fire doesn't burn in his eyes like her own. His eyes are dark, an endless abyssal pool that hides everything from the surface, and there is no promise that taking a plunge will reward with anything at all underneath. There a lifelessness that suggests a weapon of war and nothing more.
Her rage isn't fear-inducing to him perhaps because it feels so much like home. His downfall would certainly be to take too much comfort in someone that could possibly empathize with him— someone who is just as ensnared as him. She is the enemy, afterall, and that isn't a look that gives off anything but the promise of Death's coming.
Well, how interesting... perhaps the Pleroma can offer something to the table that strkes his fancy yet, despite Lumine's disappearance.
Hm. He supposes for now he'll have to wait and just imagine all the scenarios of what she would be like afterwards if she had the success of killing all her targets. The only thing he knows for certain is that he can discard the hypothetical one where she finally has peace.
Peace doesn't exist for people that are chained and enslaved to their rage like they are. ]