[ the pact price could possibly be decided on the flip of some cosmic coin, whether it's the divine beast's choice or even some higher power's, a cruel god's if a god might allow this slaughter in the world. zhongli regards childe with something like draconic amusement, a huff of ash-hinted breath from between his bared teeth, reptile laughter. ]
So that's your half of our contract, fulfilled. Your tongue, in exchange for a second chance at life. [ and of course in exchange for zhongli's power. in his opinion, more than a fair trade. childe can either learn sign language or, hell, violence is a universal language isn't it? and it's one they could both speak.
this time the dragon's tongue slithers out to brush against childe's mouth, against childe's speechless tongue if he doesn't pull back in time. amusement and the new bond between them might endear this violent prince to him with a sudden wash of fickle bestial interest, the interest a predator might have towards prey that's saved its life. when they've recovered each others' lives, he would forego eating this one--at least in the conventional sense. ]
Shall I show you the extent of my power, now at your disposal?
[ he doesn't quite have the power of fire that western dragons do, but with a rear of his head and a flash of eyes, he crushes his claws into the ground and--
the very earth quakes and splits in massive fissures across the battlefield, swallowing up entire phalanxes as soldiers find themselves without solid ground underneath their feet and fall into the deep depths of gorges where fragile human bodies might break. ]
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So that's your half of our contract, fulfilled. Your tongue, in exchange for a second chance at life. [ and of course in exchange for zhongli's power. in his opinion, more than a fair trade. childe can either learn sign language or, hell, violence is a universal language isn't it? and it's one they could both speak.
this time the dragon's tongue slithers out to brush against childe's mouth, against childe's speechless tongue if he doesn't pull back in time. amusement and the new bond between them might endear this violent prince to him with a sudden wash of fickle bestial interest, the interest a predator might have towards prey that's saved its life. when they've recovered each others' lives, he would forego eating this one--at least in the conventional sense. ]
Shall I show you the extent of my power, now at your disposal?
[ he doesn't quite have the power of fire that western dragons do, but with a rear of his head and a flash of eyes, he crushes his claws into the ground and--
the very earth quakes and splits in massive fissures across the battlefield, swallowing up entire phalanxes as soldiers find themselves without solid ground underneath their feet and fall into the deep depths of gorges where fragile human bodies might break. ]