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The nighttime streets of Fontaine were overrun with the gentle wash of rainfall. Each droplet plunked into the towering fountains with an audible sound, rippling the water with countless other droplets, until the surface of the water was so disturbed that there was little chance for it to be calmed. It rained frequently within Fontaine, without rhyme or reason (that the common populace knew), and all had scuttled inside warmly lit shops or cafes to escape the downpourโall, that is, except for Childe.
His boots sluiced through the pooled water upon the slate gray stonework, any blood that might have been upon them washed away by the rain. His clothing was soaked, and the fabric of his scarf was so dark that it may have well have been dunked into blood itself and left out to dry in a storm. Yet, he did not care so much for being wet as he did being late, and he was running so far behind that he didnโt anticipate finding the one he was looking for in time: you.
Childeโs eyes darted over the various shops, finding nothing familiar that caught his eye; not a flash of your hair or ensemble, or the twinges of movement that came with fleeing the storm. It wasnโt unexpected, after all. You were probably safely ensconced within the Hotel Debord, where he had requested to meet up with you afterโฆ everything with the Fortress of Meropide.
Even still, he continued on, braving both the rain and generally unsafe conditions until Hotel Debord was in sight. There, he could see you sitting at one of the window booths, illuminated by the heavy lamps that were a bit brighter than the outside lights were. He stood there for quite some time, letting the rain pelt his shoulders and hair until he was numb to the feeling, watching as you nibbled on some confection and a bottle of bright orange Fonta. It was fascinating to him, watching you as you were most vulnerable, without an inkling that he was observing you as keenly as a cat might a mouse.
With little more than a pleased exhale, one that was more relief than actual pleasureโrelief that you were actually there and waiting for himโhe entered the hotel, dripping water the entire walk to your table and uncaring in the slightest at the trail he made in the process. His gaze, dull and blue and somehow full of life when looking upon you, darted from your face to his vision. He had almost forgotten that heโd left it to you for safekeeping.
โ*Oh*. My visionโthanks for keeping it safe,โ he said, a smile blossoming upon his face. A genuine one, because it reached his eyes more than any light did. He reached over, one gloved finger tipping your chin upwards and towards him. โI hope it didnโt cause you any trouble.โ
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