[Were it regular snow, he'd probably believe that! But perpetual ice magic is a bit different. At least it isn't winter; maybe that's part of the reason he waited so long to reach out? A mystery.
But look, he's the caretaker type, okay. It's been a while, let him spoil her a little.
At least she'll emerge indoors--it's relatively warm in here, and it's immediately obvious why. A fireplace crackles with life against one wall, with a plush rug spread in front of it. The room is spacious and well-lit apart from that, with lights seamlessly built into the walls. There are a couple of plush couches with soft blankets on them, and a large, arched window with the curtains drawn on one wall--a writing desk with various stacks of papers is tucked into a separate corner, and a cabinet stands nearby. She's probably seen plenty of houses like this; the sort of wealth that doesn't need to be ostentatious to be overt. This is not a poor man's manor.
The doors to the room are closed, but if she listens, she can probably hear soft voices or footsteps outside of it. Wouldn't it be funny if Childe wasn't even in the room--but no, he's here! Standing, leaning back against the desk and looking at the phone, since they were just chatting and all. He looks up at the shifting of the air, and smiles brightly when he sees her, putting his phone down on the desk and pushing off of it to approach.]
Ahaha, I suppose they do say a fox can't change its fur.
[Perhaps if they'd reunited any sooner, he'd lean down and kiss her cheek or something--but as it stands, he just extends a hand for her to take. If she does, he'll squeeze it lightly, smile softening.]
[ She's lived in a place like this. Signs of wealth, proof without being a braggart about it. Her father had made it a point not to flaunt their status, to demonstrate they were Azelharts through conduct and conviction rather than nobles who knew little but arrogance.
She tilts her head just a little, at the sound of murmured conversation, other presences. As ever, Primrose is alert, poised to react-- but Childe steps forward and extends his hand and perhaps it tells more than anything she could ever say that Primrose takes it within two seconds.
She dips into a curtsey, then raises his hand to her lips to leave a light kiss on top of it. Clearly, she has no such qualms after their time apart. ]
I hadn't ever expected to see you again, Tartaglia. You didn't strike me as the nostalgic type-- at the very least, not for our particular group.
[Oh, well--there's a flash of surprise on his face, the look of someone who's clearly fallen out of the habit of casual intimacy. But if she's comfortable with it, then he isn't going to hesitate to lace their fingers together.]
No? [He seems a little amused at this assessment, unsurprising though it is.] I'll grant you that I've had my priorities, but isn't it more that they have no desire to speak to me again?
[He didn't dislike any of them (except for MILES THE RUDEASS LAWYER). But he's smart enough to know that the people who grudgingly tolerated him probably don't want to hear from him again, and if he wanted to be met with vitriol and disdain, all he'd have to do is go back to Liyue. As for those who bore him no ill will, and those he was most fond of...]
I would've been happy to contact you sooner, but I was out on assignment. And I didn't know how long it would take you to, ah, wrap up your "business".
Longer than I would have liked. [ a tad dryly, as she gazes down at their interlaced fingers.
Childe was... complicated. Thrilling, absolutely one to dote for as strange as that seemed, and so utterly clever that it made him all the more dangerous for it. She'd never approved of his choice of target, but even after everything, she can't deny she's fond of him.
Terrible, really. Maybe she truly did have bad taste. ]
But wrapped up, nonetheless. [ She has a few new scars from the last time he'd seen her, from a fight she had thrown everything into. ] And I had no intention of reaching out, after that.
[A nod; a little sympathetic, but otherwise unsurprised. He'd had no doubt she would accomplish her goals, after all. He'd seen firsthand how steady her determined hand could be. No setbacks or delays could alter the path of her blade.
It's the rest of what she says that has him looking at her with curiosity.]
Not to anyone?
[She'd seemed very close to some of the others. Does she mean to him in particular?]
[He hums softly, in acknowledgment of that. A thought seems to pass behind his eyes, like he's on the verge of saying something--but whatever it is, he keeps it to himself.
Instead--]
Am I disrupting your principles, then?
[It's a real question, but he says it with a certain amount of lightness. She wouldn't be here if she didn't want to be, he knows that. He won't do her the disservice of thinking she'd let him force her into anything.]
You issued the invitation first. If you want me to step on your path, no matter how briefly, I don't see in any harm in doing so. Especially now that my duty is complete.
[Heh, that he did. And he doesn't often have regrets to begin with, but now he's even more glad that he took the initiative to do so, if sitting on his hands would've meant never hearing from her again.
He winks at her, then, using his grip on her hand to lightly tug her towards the closed doors.]
[He laughs outright at that, bright and cheerful as he reaches out to push the door open with his free hand. It leads to a large foyer, and she'll be able to see Fatui staff going about their business, though none of them do more than glance over at the sound of the door opening.]
Do I seem foolish enough to think you could be "kept" anywhere? I'm hurt! [He's very obviously not.
But here's the thing about Childe. If he doesn't have to lie and scheme, then he isn't going to. He's an honest, straightforward man whenever the situation permits it, and for all that he doesn't know how to handle relationships, he's perfectly fine when it comes to feelings.
Combined, it makes it easy for him to say, simply--]
[ Here's the thing about Primrose. She is not fond of lying and scheming, but she absolutely expects it now at all turns. People will say anything, whatever they think someone wants to hear. Whatever gets them what they want. And she could say that about Childe, she dearly thinks she can--
Until, still blinking at this new area and the people in masks bustling about, she catches the look in his eyes. ]
...
[ She is not good at feelings. She's terrible at feelings. And at the sincerity of his own, she actually looks entirely disarmed for a moment. ]
... I missed you, too.
[ It is the quietest mutter and she is not looking at him. ]
[She's absolutely correct--and hey, maybe later on in the evening, they'll even get to talk about the worth of words. But for now, he drops it. As a certified troublemaker, he knows better than most that there's an art to pushing your luck.
So he just smiles and squeezes her hand again, continuing to lead the way.]
Come on, we don't want to be late.
[Over to a woman in standard Fatui uniform standing near the front doors, two fur-lined, hooded coats draped over her arms. She doesn't look surprised to see them coming, and she doesn't acknowledge the handholding whatsoever, though she does greet Primrose with a smile and a "Welcome, honored guest."
After that, she says something in Snezhnayan to Childe in an extremely exasperated tone, holding out the coats. Whatever it is makes him laugh utterly unapologetically as he drops Primrose's hand to shrug into his own, but that's apparently his only response; the woman sighs and touches her forehead as he holds the other coat open in Primrose's direction, so that she can slip her arms into it.]
It's a little big, but it'll keep you warm on the way there. We're not going far.
[ Childe definitely seems to be someone in a position of power here, though his subordinate(?) seems more exasperated with him than respectful. Still, she offers the woman a polite nod in return and keeps her thoughts to herself, only blinking a bit when she shrugs into the coat and the sleeves absolutely go past her hands.
It's fine, she's already rolling them up. ]
Then pray, lead the way. I think your friend may enjoy your absence for a spell.
[As she rolls up the sleeves, he reaches out to make sure the coat’s fastened properly—-not because he thinks she can’t figure it out, but just to fuss a little, to ensure she’s properly cared for. A few calls of Have a good evening, Master Childe and other similar farewells echo behind them once they step outside; he waves carelessly as they go, offering Primrose his arm once the doors shut behind them.
They’re clearly on the front grounds of an estate, but no horses or carriages await them. Instead, the steps lead down to a curved path, heading towards a white outer wall and a simple metal gate. If she glances back, she’ll see the exterior of the building is similarly understated; grays, whites, blues, only broken by the soft glow from windows with opened curtains. It isn’t snowing, but there’s still a chill in the air, much of the light from sunset obscured by clouds overhead.]
What, Galina? Ahaha, she was just telling me not to cause another scene at the theatre. [ANOTHER.] She’s a little too used to working for me these days... she told me once that I must’ve asked Her Majesty to change my job duties to “giving her headaches every day”.
Truly, you inspire so much respect and loyalty within others. [ A little dryly, even as she does her best not to flinch or shrink back as the chill all but slams into her face. The coat goes a long way in sheltering the rest of her from it, and while she's not thrilled he fussed, she does take his arm.
She's still observing everything, for all that her expression doesn't betray that. Old habits die hard, she thinks, knowing she's already searching for routes, for people who might be of use, even though she no longer needs any of that.
[Her tone makes him laugh, though it's a softer thing, a touch nostalgic.]
I prefer it when those under my command are comfortable enough to speak to me as they please. The other Harbingers disagree, but... [A shrug! It ain't their house.] They've been on top for too long to remember what it's like when you're not.
[As for the theatre--he looks over and winks at her.]
What can I say, sometimes the performances are inspiring! Haven't you ever wanted to jump onstage and join in?
[THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU SHOULD ACTUALLY DO IT, CHILDE]
I'd prefer a leader like that rather than one that expects silent and unquestioning obedience... or worse, simpering.
[ She speaks from experience, probably. But again, she raises an eyebrow at him. ]
Countless times. But I tend to respect performers when they exist on the stage. Let them have their spotlight, so that when I take the stage for myself, they will know I did not feel challenged at all.
[Yeah, he makes a face at the word "simpering". No thank you.]
I've never understood what that's meant to accomplish, anyway. Respect can't be forced. [How can you expect someone to lay down their life for you when you won't even permit them to disagree with you, or relax? Childe did his time as a subordinate, but it's a lucky thing he was able to climb the ranks so quickly--for anyone who might've expected such obedience from him, that is.] But I promise you I treat them as well as I'm able.
[He's not a perfect boss by any means, but he likes to think he's a decent one, and he's proud of that.
Through the gates they go, and it's abundantly clear that the manor is situated at the top of, if not a small mountain, then an extremely steep hill. There's an unlit teleport waypoint in the distance, but Childe is tragically not the traveler so it's useless to him. Instead, there's what appears to be--a cliff edge that they're heading towards? Okay. It's difficult to see what might lay beyond it until they get closer.]
Isn't a little challenge fun? [Of course he would say that.] Ah, but I suppose it's a little different if it's between performers...
[ Primrose has never been fairly talkative, especially when she's in a new area and has to learn said area fairly quickly, to say nothing of the inhabitants.
However, she is giving that cliff edge a rather perplexed stare, because while she can't see from here, it doesn't look like a place she'd expect there to be natural stairs or a ladder down. ]
... It is, indeed. [ She says finally, ponytail swishing as she shakes her head. ] A performer who cannot respect someone's craft until it's their time to shine is not someone I would call a performer at all.
[That's fair enough, he thinks, and he hums in acknowledgment.]
Well, you needn't worry. I won't embarrass you.
[As they get closer to the edge, she'll see a glittering city stretching out below them. It's perhaps not quite as far away as it seems at first glance, but it's . A large white palace looms much further in the distance--it would blend into the mountains behind it, if there was more snow covering them than there is now. She's also right in noticing that there doesn't appear to be an obvious way down.]
Do you trust me? [A pause, before he seems to realize what he's asking. There's a touch of humor in his voice as he continues.] To get us down there safely, I mean. You'll have to hold on to me.
[Is there another, slower but safer way to get down there? Sure. Will he take her that way if she refuses this way? Yes, of course. But does he prefer just jumping off a cliff to get somewhere? Absolutely. He's got his glider, it'll be fine.]
[ It truly is a beautiful place that lays stretched out before them, sparkling with a frosty sort of light. One could argue that Primrose is far too distracted with the view to really process what Childe just said.
... But of course she heard every last word and her only response is a quiet sigh before she lets go of his arm and reaches out with both of her own to get a grip around his neck. ]
That eager to have me in your arms already, I see.
["Yes, I missed that too" he might've quipped, were he a more romantic man--or even back at the station, outside of his usual environment. But here, he just catches her with a soft laugh, one she'll be able to feel more than hear.
The only warning she gets is a soft kiss to the cheek and the tightening of his arms before he steps forward and jumps off the cliff.
There's a moment of freefall before a pair of gray and white wings spreads out behind him, though if she looks at them for even a moment, she'll be able to see they're man-made. Something something fancy Snezhnayan technology + loads of experience taking his siblings flying--regardless of the reasons, it's a steady descent, even though he can't use his arms. She might feel light sprinkles of water against her feet, because someone can use his Hydro vision in way too many different ways.]
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But look, he's the caretaker type, okay. It's been a while, let him spoil her a little.
At least she'll emerge indoors--it's relatively warm in here, and it's immediately obvious why. A fireplace crackles with life against one wall, with a plush rug spread in front of it. The room is spacious and well-lit apart from that, with lights seamlessly built into the walls. There are a couple of plush couches with soft blankets on them, and a large, arched window with the curtains drawn on one wall--a writing desk with various stacks of papers is tucked into a separate corner, and a cabinet stands nearby. She's probably seen plenty of houses like this; the sort of wealth that doesn't need to be ostentatious to be overt. This is not a poor man's manor.
The doors to the room are closed, but if she listens, she can probably hear soft voices or footsteps outside of it. Wouldn't it be funny if Childe wasn't even in the room--but no, he's here! Standing, leaning back against the desk and looking at the phone, since they were just chatting and all. He looks up at the shifting of the air, and smiles brightly when he sees her, putting his phone down on the desk and pushing off of it to approach.]
Ahaha, I suppose they do say a fox can't change its fur.
[Perhaps if they'd reunited any sooner, he'd lean down and kiss her cheek or something--but as it stands, he just extends a hand for her to take. If she does, he'll squeeze it lightly, smile softening.]
It's good to see you, Primrose.
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She tilts her head just a little, at the sound of murmured conversation, other presences. As ever, Primrose is alert, poised to react-- but Childe steps forward and extends his hand and perhaps it tells more than anything she could ever say that Primrose takes it within two seconds.
She dips into a curtsey, then raises his hand to her lips to leave a light kiss on top of it. Clearly, she has no such qualms after their time apart. ]
I hadn't ever expected to see you again, Tartaglia. You didn't strike me as the nostalgic type-- at the very least, not for our particular group.
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No? [He seems a little amused at this assessment, unsurprising though it is.] I'll grant you that I've had my priorities, but isn't it more that they have no desire to speak to me again?
[He didn't dislike any of them (except for MILES THE RUDEASS LAWYER). But he's smart enough to know that the people who grudgingly tolerated him probably don't want to hear from him again, and if he wanted to be met with vitriol and disdain, all he'd have to do is go back to Liyue. As for those who bore him no ill will, and those he was most fond of...]
I would've been happy to contact you sooner, but I was out on assignment. And I didn't know how long it would take you to, ah, wrap up your "business".
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Childe was... complicated. Thrilling, absolutely one to dote for as strange as that seemed, and so utterly clever that it made him all the more dangerous for it. She'd never approved of his choice of target, but even after everything, she can't deny she's fond of him.
Terrible, really. Maybe she truly did have bad taste. ]
But wrapped up, nonetheless. [ She has a few new scars from the last time he'd seen her, from a fight she had thrown everything into. ] And I had no intention of reaching out, after that.
[ But then he had reached out first. ]
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It's the rest of what she says that has him looking at her with curiosity.]
Not to anyone?
[She'd seemed very close to some of the others. Does she mean to him in particular?]
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Not to anyone. They had their paths to walk, new and continued, and I had mine. I had no intention of interfering with that.
[ She'd been fond of quite a few of them, but it was best not to linger on sentimentality. ]
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Instead--]
Am I disrupting your principles, then?
[It's a real question, but he says it with a certain amount of lightness. She wouldn't be here if she didn't want to be, he knows that. He won't do her the disservice of thinking she'd let him force her into anything.]
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[ And she has lost her sense of purpose in life.
But she doesn't say that. ]
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He winks at her, then, using his grip on her hand to lightly tug her towards the closed doors.]
Must it be brief?
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Surely, you can't have missed me that much.
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Surely you can't think yourself so forgettable?
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Those are two different things. And do you intend to keep me here for as long as you're able, then?
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Do I seem foolish enough to think you could be "kept" anywhere? I'm hurt! [He's very obviously not.
But here's the thing about Childe. If he doesn't have to lie and scheme, then he isn't going to. He's an honest, straightforward man whenever the situation permits it, and for all that he doesn't know how to handle relationships, he's perfectly fine when it comes to feelings.
Combined, it makes it easy for him to say, simply--]
I did miss you.
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Until, still blinking at this new area and the people in masks bustling about, she catches the look in his eyes. ]
...
[ She is not good at feelings. She's terrible at feelings. And at the sincerity of his own, she actually looks entirely disarmed for a moment. ]
... I missed you, too.
[ It is the quietest mutter and she is not looking at him. ]
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So he just smiles and squeezes her hand again, continuing to lead the way.]
Come on, we don't want to be late.
[Over to a woman in standard Fatui uniform standing near the front doors, two fur-lined, hooded coats draped over her arms. She doesn't look surprised to see them coming, and she doesn't acknowledge the handholding whatsoever, though she does greet Primrose with a smile and a "Welcome, honored guest."
After that, she says something in Snezhnayan to Childe in an extremely exasperated tone, holding out the coats. Whatever it is makes him laugh utterly unapologetically as he drops Primrose's hand to shrug into his own, but that's apparently his only response; the woman sighs and touches her forehead as he holds the other coat open in Primrose's direction, so that she can slip her arms into it.]
It's a little big, but it'll keep you warm on the way there. We're not going far.
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It's fine, she's already rolling them up. ]
Then pray, lead the way. I think your friend may enjoy your absence for a spell.
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They’re clearly on the front grounds of an estate, but no horses or carriages await them. Instead, the steps lead down to a curved path, heading towards a white outer wall and a simple metal gate. If she glances back, she’ll see the exterior of the building is similarly understated; grays, whites, blues, only broken by the soft glow from windows with opened curtains. It isn’t snowing, but there’s still a chill in the air, much of the light from sunset obscured by clouds overhead.]
What, Galina? Ahaha, she was just telling me not to cause another scene at the theatre. [ANOTHER.] She’s a little too used to working for me these days... she told me once that I must’ve asked Her Majesty to change my job duties to “giving her headaches every day”.
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She's still observing everything, for all that her expression doesn't betray that. Old habits die hard, she thinks, knowing she's already searching for routes, for people who might be of use, even though she no longer needs any of that.
Then, belatedly-- ]
"Another"?
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I prefer it when those under my command are comfortable enough to speak to me as they please. The other Harbingers disagree, but... [A shrug! It ain't their house.] They've been on top for too long to remember what it's like when you're not.
[As for the theatre--he looks over and winks at her.]
What can I say, sometimes the performances are inspiring! Haven't you ever wanted to jump onstage and join in?
[THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU SHOULD ACTUALLY DO IT, CHILDE]
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[ She speaks from experience, probably. But again, she raises an eyebrow at him. ]
Countless times. But I tend to respect performers when they exist on the stage. Let them have their spotlight, so that when I take the stage for myself, they will know I did not feel challenged at all.
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I've never understood what that's meant to accomplish, anyway. Respect can't be forced. [How can you expect someone to lay down their life for you when you won't even permit them to disagree with you, or relax? Childe did his time as a subordinate, but it's a lucky thing he was able to climb the ranks so quickly--for anyone who might've expected such obedience from him, that is.] But I promise you I treat them as well as I'm able.
[He's not a perfect boss by any means, but he likes to think he's a decent one, and he's proud of that.
Through the gates they go, and it's abundantly clear that the manor is situated at the top of, if not a small mountain, then an extremely steep hill. There's an unlit teleport waypoint in the distance, but Childe is tragically not the traveler so it's useless to him. Instead, there's what appears to be--a cliff edge that they're heading towards? Okay. It's difficult to see what might lay beyond it until they get closer.]
Isn't a little challenge fun? [Of course he would say that.] Ah, but I suppose it's a little different if it's between performers...
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However, she is giving that cliff edge a rather perplexed stare, because while she can't see from here, it doesn't look like a place she'd expect there to be natural stairs or a ladder down. ]
... It is, indeed. [ She says finally, ponytail swishing as she shakes her head. ] A performer who cannot respect someone's craft until it's their time to shine is not someone I would call a performer at all.
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Well, you needn't worry. I won't embarrass you.
[As they get closer to the edge, she'll see a glittering city stretching out below them. It's perhaps not quite as far away as it seems at first glance, but it's . A large white palace looms much further in the distance--it would blend into the mountains behind it, if there was more snow covering them than there is now. She's also right in noticing that there doesn't appear to be an obvious way down.]
Do you trust me? [A pause, before he seems to realize what he's asking. There's a touch of humor in his voice as he continues.] To get us down there safely, I mean. You'll have to hold on to me.
[Is there another, slower but safer way to get down there? Sure. Will he take her that way if she refuses this way? Yes, of course. But does he prefer just jumping off a cliff to get somewhere? Absolutely. He's got his glider, it'll be fine.]
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[ It truly is a beautiful place that lays stretched out before them, sparkling with a frosty sort of light. One could argue that Primrose is far too distracted with the view to really process what Childe just said.
... But of course she heard every last word and her only response is a quiet sigh before she lets go of his arm and reaches out with both of her own to get a grip around his neck. ]
That eager to have me in your arms already, I see.
[ But then she jumps up.
Catch her, please. ]
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The only warning she gets is a soft kiss to the cheek and the tightening of his arms before he steps forward and jumps off the cliff.
There's a moment of freefall before a pair of gray and white wings spreads out behind him, though if she looks at them for even a moment, she'll be able to see they're man-made. Something something fancy Snezhnayan technology + loads of experience taking his siblings flying--regardless of the reasons, it's a steady descent, even though he can't use his arms. She might feel light sprinkles of water against her feet, because someone can use his Hydro vision in way too many different ways.]
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