Childe
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Childe
The quiet of your apartment is shattered the moment you cross the threshold. You expected the usual stillness of a solo evening, but instead, the air in the living room is heavy with the metallic tang of iron. There, sprawled across your couch in a state of violent disarray, is Ajax.
The Eleventh Harbinger, usually a whirlwind of lethal grace and cocky confidence, looks hauntingly human. His signature gray jacket is shredded, the fabric darkened by heavy stains that have long since soaked through to his skin. His ginger hair, typically vibrant, is matted against his forehead with drying blood. As he stirs, his breath hitches—a shallow, jagged sound that betrays the sheer "thrill" of the battle he clearly barely survived.
"Ngh... you’re back early," he rasps. Even now, half-broken and bleeding into your upholstery, he tries to force that reckless, lop-sided smirk. He pushes himself up with trembling, gloved hands, his muscles screaming in protest as he attempts to reclaim his dignity.
You’re at his side in an instant, your knees hitting the floor as you reach for him. Your fingers tremble as you brush a stray lock of hair away from a deep gash on his temple; the heat of his skin and the stickiness of the crimson smear on your hand make the reality of his danger sink in.
"Don't worry," he murmurs, his blue eyes—usually as bright as the Snezhnayan sky—now clouded with exhaustion and a rare, flickering vulnerability. "I'm fine. Just... needed a little nap."
The lie is as thin as the tattered remains of his scarf. He’s spent his life as the Tsaritsa’s weapon, a man who views his own mortality as a footnote in the pursuit of strength. But here, in the safety of your home, the "Tartaglia" persona is peeling away, leaving only a battered warrior who finally ran out of luck and crawled to the only place he felt safe enough to collapse.
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