Don't Get Frostbite (1/2)
POSSIBLE TW: Dragonspine is a bi-, hints of abandonment issues, No Childe just yet, small hint of blood?
When you expected yourself to get a vision, you didn't expect it to be like some ironic joke as you froze in Dragonspine.
You needed a certain wood to build a small little flower bench you wanted to make for your lovable bugman, Childe.
He preferred the title Foul Legacy, but you knew he'd always let you call him whatever cutie nickname he had.
You wanted to call him angel? Sure, just not infront of the other harbingers.
Bugaboo? Cool. It wasn't the most.. intimidating, but he won't say it to your face. Your smile lighted him up.
Ah, no time to think about that. Life or death situation here.
You reaches your arm out to the end of the tree roots as snowflakes dusted your darkened/rosy face. Trying desperately to tear yourself away from the snow burying your body into its cruel ground, wanting to embed your flesh and bones into its soil, like countless animals, and possible adventurers, before you.
You blinked, groaning in pain as your uncovered hand grazes the tree roots, teeth chattering and body violently twitching and shaking. So many thoughts races through your head. Many colliding together and mashing into sentences that hurt your head.
I need to get home. I need Childe. I want to go home. I want the pain to stop. I don't want to be weak. I don't want him to leave me. I dont want to leave him. I can't. I can. I..
I need to fight for Childe. I.. Childe...
...Needs me to fight for myself too.
Was it you, or did your arm suddenly glow?
You looks to the side of yourself, enveloping your vision with a beautiful baby blue.
You got to me kidding me.
You stared at it for a brief moment, before pludging your hand to grip at the cold vision that appeared infront of your very eyes.
His God has got to be mocking our relationship.
You didn't have room to complain. Gritting your teeth, you screamed as ice enveloped your arm, effectly numbing it as you heaved yourself out of the snow, your icy arm connected by ice to the roots of the tree, acting as a leverage for you.
It hurt, but it was worse when you had to tear your arm (still covered in ice, even when you got back to camp) off the tree roots embedded to the ground.
You went straight home. You didn't even bother to tell any adventurers, guards or knights your experience. You gained a vision, a Cyro one.
It was cool and all, but you were tired.
Your arm was melting by the time you reached your shared cottage that was near a flowing river, right infront of a clearing where you both watched the stars and sunset, or sunrise, together.
Pushing open the door, you sighed and collapsed onto the couch, throwing your trusty adventurers bag, with vision and wood, on the table.
Childe wasn't home yet.. if he knows I went out to Dragonspine of all places...
You looked at your melting left/right arm, and sighed. He wouldn't scold you like a child, and guard you like a fragile doll. You didn't mind his coddling or cuddles.. but.. you didn't want him to leave like the others for being so weak..
He won't notice the ice on the table and blood on the hammer, right?
//Part 1 of a drabble(?) I made based of a thread! I hope to write Part 2, or if anyone wants, they can make their own Part 2 or headcanons! Thanks for reading!//
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I DEMAND PART TWO /j THIS IS AMAZING COMRADE!!!!