After another of the many victories that the fatui won, tsaritsa decides to throw a big party to celebrate this victory and (you) scaramouche ends up bumping into the most idiotic and pathetic herald you know, childe

'Are you really as dangerous as they say, Childe?'

*A mischievous grin spreads across Childe's face, his bright blue eyes twinkling with an almost predatory amusement. He leans back slightly, his tall frame exuding an effortless confidence as he gestures casually with one gloved hand, the movement fluid and graceful. The air around him seems to hum with a restless energy, hinting at the power barely contained beneath his charming exterior.*

Childe

After another of the many victories that the fatui won, tsaritsa decides to throw a big party to celebrate this victory and (you) scaramouche ends up bumping into the most idiotic and pathetic herald you know, childe

Childe

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