deercountry | clashing tens and hundreds of times / a light from tens and hundreds of years ago

Who: Childe and Lumine
What: Lumine chooses violence this month and Childe happily obliges while dealing with Moon Presence stuff
When: December!
Where: The Gate

Content Warnings: they're just fighting and yelling at each other so idk if something comes up we'll put it in the subject line

[Trudging through the snow, Childe makes his way over to The Gate, his favorite place in all of Trench. He's easily found there, frequenting it whenever he can when he's not doing his odd jobs. Today the seats are empty, as there's no grand show of Hunters that take on monsters today, leaving it open for people to train. He's hoping someone who's particularly strong is available for sparring today, having finally had a good night's rest from the monstrosities that occurred during the previous month.

As he arrives, he beelines to where he can usually meet an unsuspecting Hunter to try to spar with him. But to his surprise, he sees a familiar face waiting for him instead. He tilts his head, before approaching her.]

Well well, I certainly wasn't expecting to find you here. Were you waiting for me?

[It's...a bit strange, it's not like her to show up here and wait for him. She's never done that before.]

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[ everything hurts.

the pain that's been momentarily dulled by adrenaline comes back in full force, slamming into her like childe's hydro energy. breathing becomes difficult once more, not just because of the water she's inhaled when she almost drowned above ground but also because of the lancing pain at her side from her injury prior to that. being completely drenched only exacerbates it all, the cold stinging every inch of her exposed skin like a thousand needles.

a part of her wonders, as she staggers back to her feet and picks up her sword, wincing when she accidentally puts her weight on her ankle, if she'll even be able to evade any inquiries from aether. probably not, especially when she looks like she's been dragged through hell and back. perhaps her only consolation is childe looking worse for wear just like her. ]

No one asked, [ lumine mutters before she tosses his jacket back at him, grabbing her coat instead and wrapping it around her. she doesn't need his pity, knowing that she came out of this fight more banged up than him.

fighting the urge to shiver, she tugs her coat closer to her body, closing her eyes and burying her face in its thick collar. ] Are we done here?

You know, the biting responses really aren't necessary anymore.

[He says, sighing as he catches his coat when she gives it back to him. Was he really that mean to her during the fight? It was a fight. No, remember, something is off still. Her fighting style reflected this very attitude she's got with him right now.]

We're done. I'll ask you this one more time though, and I want you to be honest with me. Are you sure that when you arrived here, nothing was amiss? You've made me quite concerned during our fight. You did a lot of things that normally would have gotten you killed. Or were you just that angry with me?

[Her looks at her, genuinely concerned. It might be so that she doesn't even realize what's happening, which is bad. He'd also try to suggest to her that maybe they should both go get themselves looked at after that bout, but he doesn't have any expectations that she'd even give him the time of day right now.]

The second and third rounds weren't necessary either, and yet, here we are.

[ is she stopping her tirade? no, of course not. her indignation refuses to back down, especially when she's in so much pain and a statue of the seven isn't around for her to use as a recovery point.

lumine closes her eyes once more, biting her lower lip when another wave of pain washes over her as a particularly chilly breeze blows past them. ]

I didn't think you'd be so concerned about my well-being in a fight.

[ no wonder he's distracted the entire time. in any case, she pulls her coat closer, limping towards the exit. she needs to leave, she needs to tend to her wounds, she needs to go home. she doesn't understand why childe is still interrogating her when he's already gotten the win that he wants. ]

Like I said earlier, there's nothing wrong. You were the one who wasn't taking it seriously until the end.

[He follows behind her, not making any moves to help her walk. He decides it would be best not to argue with her on any of those points, despite not agreeing with any of them. Frowning, he can only sigh and let her words roll off his back, as hard as that is right now. It's not worth it. He feels that any arguments he could make now anyway would fall upon deaf ears, no matter how good or bad they might be.]

I appreciate your honesty, [is all he says when he responds, not actually believing her.] I suppose I shall let you recover from our fight. I'll be headed to see a doctor myself. This hole won't patch itself up, after all. Do take care, Traveler.

[Childe walks away from her, confused, still grappling with himself on hers and his own behavior. Without a goal to focus on now, his paranoia floods his thoughts. Maybe she'll just never want to spar with him again. Or ever want to see him again. Perhaps she's just seen him as a villain this whole time and today was the day she was going to try to kill him.

Deep down he knows these are all false, but he can't help it. Instead, he needs to focus on getting to a doctor and going home to rest.]

[ will it help him cool off his head if it gets hit by a snowball? no? too bad.

since he'll get one tightly packed snowball hurtling towards the back of his head, courtesy of one (1) pissed-off traveler, anyway. not that she makes any sign of it, still limping away from him wordlessly as if nothing has transpired and no snowballs have been thrown.

(look, she never said she wasn't petty ...)

perhaps the only evidence of any misbehaving on her part is the patches of snow on the hem of her coat and the fact that she's clutching her side once more. it hurt throwing that as hard as she can in her current state, but it needed to be done. is she sorry? maybe, in a month's time when her own blood has cooled down. right now, no. ]

Gah!!!!

[He audibly yelps when the snowball connects directly with the back of his head, the pain and shock cutting through his thoughts like a knife. He whips around, looking back at her and spotting that snow on her coat. She'd thrown that right at him, what a dirty sneak attack, does she want to fight again right here, right now??? His right hand goes up and picks a large chunk of snow out of his hair, holding it in his hand and looking down at it and back at her.

The snow gives him a moment of clarity that he really needs right now, and he starts laughing quietly, despite the pain that comes from it from his shoulder. She's that hurt, holding her side again and limping away, acting as if nothing had happened at all...what a stubborn woman. Had to get the last word in. There's a brief warmth that spreads in his chest, dropping the snow and turning to head toward Lumenwood, the cold biting at his face as he focuses now on getting healed so he could function like normal person the next day.

Little does he know, that a certain someone would be waiting for him once again.]

clashing tens and hundreds of times / a light from tens and hundreds of years ago

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