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... Fine. Just don't die on me just because you want to be stronger.

I'm not going to die. I'm going to see if there's something I can do to... turn my fate around. Nothing is set in stone.

[ a pause, and then he shifts to try to push him down the ground so he can straddle him ]

[ not expecting this, so he goes down easily with a grunt. ] Mochi?

[ good. He's going to reach for his wrists so he can pin them above his head, and then leans in to kiss him ]

[ sits up a little bit, meeting him for that kiss, which he winds up groaning into. fuck, this is hot. ]

[ oh. he likes the way he looks right now. He keeps with the kiss, still holding his wrist together, and then he shifts so he can talk into his ear ]

Even with another delusion, your rightful place is beneath me.

[ this is such a fucken turn on. he hates it. he hates how easily this bastard can affect him. it's not fair. scaramouche is going to know just how hard he is the moment he leans down to talk in his ear, because his erection is going to be poking him. ] I tried to get a gnosis, but I couldn't... all I could get was another delusion... but eventually... maybe...

[ oh ... he likes that. And he's going to kiss behind his ear, trailing down to his neck so he can bite, trying to mark him ]

Trying to steal one for yourself? Or for the Tsaritsa?

[ childe keens and continues to squirm beneath him. ] ...f- for myself. If I can't become an adepti or a youkai, then I don't have much of a choice. If there are multiple realities, then I might be able to steal one from another. [ he's not going to screw over his tsaritsa, but... a different one, eh, that's that childe's problem. ]

[ he's going to stick his knee between his legs, shifting so he can grind it against him ]

So you intend to become a god ... Well, I'm not surprised.

[ he's making it hard to think. childe fucks himself against scaramouche's invasive knee. ]

It's not that I care about becoming a god... but I can't think of how else I can fix this and live longer. I'm going to have to make it happen on my own somehow.

... If it keeps you alive, then that's fine.

[ he'll keep at it, still biting and kissing his neck, trying to make sure each mark will be hard to hide ]

It's not like I care about the gnosis anymore.

[ little brat. ] Help me then. [ tsukiakari told him to get a gnosis. ] ...then I can bother you for eternity. [ he snickers, trying to free his hands. ] How many marks do you intend to leave on me? Are you staking claim?

... Mmm. Maybe.

[ he lets him free at that, but also ends up pulling back, looking at him as if he's challenging him ]

Are you sure it's me you want to bother for eternity?

[ and he instantly flips them. now he can more freely bully him, and by bully i mean grind into him. he doesn't though, not immediately, instead he leans down and brings their foreheads close. ] If you keep on making cute faces like this for me, then absolutely. [ ... ] I never did tell you that while Pitchka became a god, in destroying the world he destroyed himself. He needed a wish too.

[ well he was going to try to flip them again, but his words distract him ]

... Is that why he couldn't save you?

He had started helping me. I had... a lot of people helping me... but things have kind of changed, now, and I have no way of... reaching these people... I have to start over. [ and try not to rely on so many people, probably, but that's kind of what he's doing by asking mochi for help. d- dammit. ] But you should know better than anybody... [ he kisses him roughly, a kind of promise. ] I'm not one to go down without a fight, no matter who my opponent is. [ even if it's time, itself. ]

But if you burn yourself out, you’ll just end up dying too soon.

[ he reaches for his collar and pulls him into another kiss - just as rough and desperate ]

You can’t abandon me.

...then I'll have to challenge death, himself. [ grunts, easing into the kiss and giving it just as good as he's getting it. ] Do you really think I would, ..?

[ yes ]

You wouldn't be the first person who told me he wouldn't die and then did.

[ moving off of him entirely, though, but offering his hand to help him up ]

I'll help however I can. But don't go wasting yourself on me.

I’m honestly offended. [ he doesn’t take his hand, instead getting up on his own. ] And what is that supposed to mean? I’ll waste myself however I like, and I’m not going to die and stay dead. I’ll claw my way out of the ground if I have to.

Be realistic. You don't normally come back from the dead, and if you can't bother to be even a little bit careful then why should I get invested in you?

I came back from the dead once before, and who said I’m not even a little careful? But if you’re nothing but careful… what’s the point?

[ he can't exactly judge him when he himself doesn't fear death and is careless. They've always been similar in that regard - they both earned themselves a seat as Harbingers because of it. ]

... I just know I can't take it.

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