[ get up, Gen says, as if he's never had the air knocked out of him in his entire life. Childe can't even laugh without some shit in his lungs, and so several seconds more pass in silence, the Harbinger solely focused on refilling his lungs.
still, Childe stares directly up at Gen the entire time once he moves to over him, eyes void of anything and everything. None of his demands are going to be met any faster, and maybe Childe will just lie here indefinitely, afterall.
There's one difference between Dokja and Childe though, and that's that Childe has no desire to die. Death will come for him far sooner than a normal human, but he's decided to live every second until then until its at his doorstep. This, truly, is nothing.
His voice is low, apathetic and surprisingly flat when he finally responds, as if he suddenly can't quite drag his usual persona over to mask the one beneath it. ]
Still standing. . .? That's...
[ The smile that slides up Childe's face is arguably unsettling, so confident even as he slowly lifts his arm up towards Gen—or the sky itself. ]
... a real shame.
[ Childe's blue eyes suddenly flare violet, a coil of electricity erecting itself out of nowhere and crawling up his to his hand and fingers before snapping itself as a bolt from its master straight for Gen's head.
It's practically all instantaneous, and if hits, its intention isn't to pierce or otherwise outwardly harm Gen but instead to send his neurons on the fritz and blank his mind out temporarily even as he looses consciousness (its effects will be almost seizure-like.) Maybe it'll help him rest temporarily in a dreamless state, but either way it won't hurt—at least not until after he wakes up.
He was going to spare Gen this if he had given into his exhaustion after Childe let him get that pent up mess inside of him released via such a blow but... well, he can't dictate Gen to perform to his whims. And someone needs to deal with Gen since he isn't feeling well with himself at all..
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still, Childe stares directly up at Gen the entire time once he moves to over him, eyes void of anything and everything. None of his demands are going to be met any faster, and maybe Childe will just lie here indefinitely, afterall.
There's one difference between Dokja and Childe though, and that's that Childe has no desire to die. Death will come for him far sooner than a normal human, but he's decided to live every second until then until its at his doorstep. This, truly, is nothing.
His voice is low, apathetic and surprisingly flat when he finally responds, as if he suddenly can't quite drag his usual persona over to mask the one beneath it. ]
Still standing. . .? That's...
[ The smile that slides up Childe's face is arguably unsettling, so confident even as he slowly lifts his arm up towards Gen—or the sky itself. ]
... a real shame.
[ Childe's blue eyes suddenly flare violet, a coil of electricity erecting itself out of nowhere and crawling up his to his hand and fingers before snapping itself as a bolt from its master straight for Gen's head.
It's practically all instantaneous, and if hits, its intention isn't to pierce or otherwise outwardly harm Gen but instead to send his neurons on the fritz and blank his mind out temporarily even as he looses consciousness (its effects will be almost seizure-like.) Maybe it'll help him rest temporarily in a dreamless state, but either way it won't hurt—at least not until after he wakes up.
He was going to spare Gen this if he had given into his exhaustion after Childe let him get that pent up mess inside of him released via such a blow but... well, he can't dictate Gen to perform to his whims. And someone needs to deal with Gen since he isn't feeling well with himself at all..
Oh well. ]