[ and though he considers filling him past his limit he chooses to be a little nice... removing the dildo and rolling his hips up to fill him with his own big dick. it's at that point that he ghosts his fingertips over scaramouche's dick, removing the cockring so he can finally come. ]
[ Thank you Childe for having pity on him. He seems surprised when he feels him removing the Didlo and he almost protests, but Childe is filling him up before he can and soon enough, the slight is forgotten.
And as soon as he removes the ring he just starts moving, fucking himself on his cock with no shame - enough so that he's quickly getting just as loud as he had been last night. It doesn't take him much more of that for him to come, desperate as he was, but even after that he doesn't stop. ]
So good for me, Tartaglia, come on - come on, fill me up again.
[ Scaramouche hadn’t been too terrible to him, so it’s the least he could do, and he did enjoy making him suffer for the better half of an hour or so. he smirks, digging his nails into his hips and helping him fuck himself into his cock, Childe crying out along with him as Scaramouche comes and tightens around him. fuck, it’s too much, it’s so good, - and then a few short thrusts later and he’s coming, filling him up once again with an excessive amount of seed. ]
[ he hesitates after a moment, but ultimately kisses the side of his head, lowering them both down to the floor. he doesn’t pull out just yet, instead taking a moment to come down from the high… though he does turn off the bullet vibes still buried in him. ]
[ He'd brought things for electro play and yet that shocks hi more than any of that could have had. He's just quiet as he lowers them down, speechless still, like he can't really reconcile that kiss with everything they're doing here.
Childe said he missed him but he's still doubtful on the sincerity of that sentiment and in either case, that's no reason to get mushy. ]
…just forget it. [ he doesn’t have an explanation, not one he hasn’t given already. he’ll just hide his face in scaramouche’s back, shutting his eyes as his breathing slowly evens out. ]
Have you really been so lonely in this place. Alexander seems to be very fond of you, enough that he told me not to break you. You must have made friends.
So what is it? Because they've never seen you the way I have? None of them know what it's like to be a Harbinger after all.
[ childe laughs. ] I’m not the least bit lonely. I have Zhongli Xiansheng, Five sensei, And Alexander… to name a few, but it’s like I said, the Harbingers were like a second family to me - even if we just barely got along and mostly just tolerated each other. And given some of the shit that’s happened here they’ve seen plenty of me. But, mm, maybe it’s that, and I told you a missed you, but your stupid head is so thick you probably didn’t hear me.
You already know I stole the Gnosis. Even if I didn't see you die you can guess we weren't on the best of terms anymore. You were sent after me, you know.
I know… both things, actually. Do you think I’d just cut you down without trying to talk to you… [ eases out of him. ] Doesn’t matter in your timeline anymore, since we’re both dead, but… [ maybe in his own he can beat some sense into Scaramouche, who knows. ]
I had nothing better to do. And joining at least gave me the chance to burn away everything I hated. It was better than continuing to wander with no purpose.
And after all the time spent with the Tsaritsa and her Harbingers you decided to set fire to that too? What if you hadn’t died… you’d have nobody once again.
[ he just laughs at that, and since Childe has already pulled out, he'll move off him further, reaching to take the bullet vibes off of himself and then get up ]
Like I gave a damn about any of that. For all I care the whole world could go up in flames. Humans are worthless and we're all just living a lie anyway, so why bother? Good thing by now it's all a pile of ashes and nothing else.
[ childe doesn't let him get far and shoves him down and slams his head straight into the floor. ] I'll kill you myself then. Just because you're pissed off at the world doesn't mean it deserves to burn.
[ He didn't expect it and it does take him a few moments to even be able to react, still feeling the hit and light-headed after it ]
Then you better waste no time in trying to talk sense into me, Tartaglia, because the world is going up in flames and everyone is going to go mad. By the time I died absolutely nothing was salvageable.
I wonder if you went crazy too. Maybe you did and killed your precious family.
…and you think you’ll do it again. I’m not going to let you, Scaramouche. I might hate a lot of things about the world, but there are some things worth living for. [ turns his nails to claws and uses his super human strength to make it hurt. ] Do you really think so little of yourself, pitching a fit like a child, and setting things aflame because your life hadn’t been ideal. [ he laughs, mask splintering on the side of his head. ] Probably. Little by little and slowly but surely I’m losing my mind to the Abyss… but even then my ties to my family run deep that I wouldn’t kill them. I’d sooner let them kill me.
[ he laughs again, though the claws are certainly making things painful and he doesn't think he's going to survive this encounter. Oh well. ]
Like that would make things better. Can you imagine your siblings killing you? If they haven't gone crazy by then seeing you dead would certainly do that.
My older siblings and my parents would understand. But you didn't answer my question, Scara, do you really think so little of yourself and your existence, strange though it may be.
...so you're just a fucken idiot then. Did you really think the world wasn't going to fight back. Couldn't you be happy making a few life for yourself? [ going to stab the back of his head with his still sharpening claws. ]
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And as soon as he removes the ring he just starts moving, fucking himself on his cock with no shame - enough so that he's quickly getting just as loud as he had been last night. It doesn't take him much more of that for him to come, desperate as he was, but even after that he doesn't stop. ]
So good for me, Tartaglia, come on - come on, fill me up again.
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[ he hesitates after a moment, but ultimately kisses the side of his head, lowering them both down to the floor. he doesn’t pull out just yet, instead taking a moment to come down from the high… though he does turn off the bullet vibes still buried in him. ]
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Childe said he missed him but he's still doubtful on the sincerity of that sentiment and in either case, that's no reason to get mushy. ]
What was that for.
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So what is it? Because they've never seen you the way I have? None of them know what it's like to be a Harbinger after all.
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Of course I can't imagine you'd miss me.
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Like I gave a damn about any of that. For all I care the whole world could go up in flames. Humans are worthless and we're all just living a lie anyway, so why bother? Good thing by now it's all a pile of ashes and nothing else.
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Then you better waste no time in trying to talk sense into me, Tartaglia, because the world is going up in flames and everyone is going to go mad. By the time I died absolutely nothing was salvageable.
I wonder if you went crazy too. Maybe you did and killed your precious family.
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Like that would make things better. Can you imagine your siblings killing you? If they haven't gone crazy by then seeing you dead would certainly do that.
Either way they're dead. They're all dead.
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I was only trying to defend myself. I didn't set out to destroy the world, but I'm not shedding tears over it. Get off of me. We're done here.
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[ but he does ease up on him. ]
I'm guessing there's nothing I can say to make you change your mind? [ ie, could he help him prevent the same from happening back home... ]
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[ he doesn't wait for the answer, instead he heads for the bathroom, which unlike the rest of the room, is normal. ]
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[ just idly fingers his mask before getting up and getting dressed. ]
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