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Childe "I Can Make Her Worse" Tartaglia ([personal profile] monoceroscaeli) wrote in [community profile] seasonsrpg 2023-04-16 04:06 am (UTC)

[He's not sure what it is, but staring at Yoimiya as he holds a blade to her neck rouses something from deep within him, no recognition in his eyes but the grip that the siren holds on him breaks just enough to keep him from killing her in one swift blow. The monster is wounded, and her magic suffers from a crack in its power over the Harbinger, giving Yoimiya the chance to break free of him as she lands the elbow to his stomach. It's got more strength in it than his addled mind could have comprehended, letting go of the small blonde woman who now grips his shoulders and stares deeply into his eyes before capturing him in a gentle, caring kiss that conveys unspoken words between them.

His lips move against hers, finding something in it that brings him a little farther back to reality, eyes still blank but feeling emotions weigh on him as if someone had started to pin him down with bricks on his chest. Confusion begins to take over as Yoimiya so desperately cups his face, the words on her lips easy to read, spelling out something neither of them have dared to say to each other but have felt in some capacity. But the nail in the coffin is when her eyes seem to lose their life, her body falling from him as he floats there watching her fall to the bottom of the ocean. The siren laughs in his ears, still floating behind him as Yoimiya begins to die right in front of his eyes, feeling the hotness of tears well up in his eyes as she slowly begins to disappear from his sight.]


What's the matter, didn't you hear me? I said let's go-

[The mistake the siren has made by floating behind him so close is the speed of which he forms a blade that pierces her stomach, thrust backwards without looking so she would never have the chance to think about dodging the strike. Blood seeps from the wound and colors the water red, her eyes wide with shock as the Harbinger doesn't even bother to look behind him as he utilizes the power of his vision to swim downward towards Yoimiya, easily catching up with her free-falling body to catch her in his arms. The necklace is placed around her neck, letting the bubble form around her now as he administers a few rounds of CPR to her until she coughs up the water in her lungs, relieved to see that she's not dead.

No longer able to speak, he only waits a moment for her eyes to focus, smiling but holding back a silent fury that engulfs his entire being. The anger in his eyes is unhinged and uncontrollable, looking like a murderous madman who's found his prey. The Harbinger has come back to his senses, and he's about to make this monster pay for what she's done to the two of them.

The siren hangs in the water above them, rage filling her as she stares downwards at the couple. She's not dead, and she's ready to fight whoever is going to come up and challenge her- or she's coming down to meet them. Tartaglia nods to Yoimiya, only sorry right now for what she's going to see him do, pushing away from her as electro energy surges in the water around him, being careful not to electrocute her. Water swirls around him as the electricity shoots off in every direction, his blue and white summer outfit seeming to be brimming with energy itself before Childe launches himself upward in a purple blur, zipping past the siren to burst from the water before crashing back down into it.

Except now, it almost seems like he's changed his outfit, the black and red of his delusion now prominent on his clothing, mask covering his face as his electro polearm comes down to pierce the siren through her chest, letting the electro energy surge through her as he mercilessly ends her right there, making sure an unbearable amount of voltage fries her entire body through and through. It's an explosion of pure energy that surges out from him all around, and when it's all said and done, he only watches as the siren's lifeless body sinks downwards towards the ocean floor. The mask is pulled back to the side of his head, looking downwards at his defeated opponent with a cold, icy glare. Good. Stay dead.]

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