heart under arrest

So he leans against him, grabs his hand and starts messing with the rings he wears, his gaze never leaving the snowy forest around them."What exactly do you think you're doing?" Diluc asks, his voice low. He doesn't move, doesn't push Childe away, and it's a sign of just how far they've come that the man merely adjusts his hand, not shaking off his grip. Because they started with mad laughter and blood stained snow, delusion against delusion. With titles said like poison and dancing in a room where all eyes fell upon them, the youngest Harbingers grinning wildly at a world all to themselves. They've already fallen this far, so what's a little further?