#hehehe *swings legs* sagau foul legacy <333

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

mmm sagau brainrot you and Foul Legacy finally finding somewhere quiet to settle down, somewhere away from the rest of the world, away from the people who call you an imposter. the house is small, but it's comfortable and safe, almost as safe as when Childe holds you in his claws, and you couldn't be more grateful for both him and the house. it takes a while to get acclimated to having a place of your own after hiding in caves and abandoned buildings with Foul Legacy. for a long time you flinch whenever you hear an odd sound, something other than Childe's footsteps or gentle clicks and croons, and sometimes your ears trick you into hearing others, other false people who send you running for the comfort of Foul Legacy's arms. he's with you the entire time, cradling your broken body, keeping watch over your injuries, curling around you when you wake from a violent nightmare, all while letting out sweet purrs and trills. Childe helps you recover, helps you heal from the rest of the non-beliving world's crimes, because the Abyss never forgets the aura of the Creator. slowly, you brighten and begin to live again. your body still hurts, but it's muted, quiet in comparison to before, and you get to see Childe crooning over the scars that litter your skin, a dull gold from your oddly-colored blood. you begin to relish being awake and spending time with him, as you walking into the room always elicits a symphony of happy chirps from Foul Legacy. and for Childe, his Abyssal side no longer aches- instead, it's calming, settling on his shoulders like a warm blanket, and it just feels right. your favorite time is the early hours of morning, when sunlight peaks through the window and you're just waking up, because you get to bear witness to a peacefully sleeping Foul Legacy. if you shift even the slightest, he murmurs and drapes an arm over your torse, only waking when you trace your fingers over his face and horns. with a drowsy yawn, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, urging you to fall back asleep beside him. one day you wake up cold. with a shiver you pull the covers closer to your body with little effect, reaching to tuck yourself closer to Foul Legacy- only to find an empty space. you jolt awake, flinging yourself upright as you look around your old room in the real world, just the way you left it and without a comforting Abyss moth. was it just a dream- no, it couldn't be- the scars still cross over your hands and legs, body aching more than it has in weeks. you curl your fingers over each other, breathing shakily with oncoming panic- you're home- you'll never see Childe again- you'll never be held by Foul Legacy again- the game is real, it shines on your computer- what do you do what do you do what do you do- in Teyvat, Childe screams and weeps over the loss of his god's comforting aura and the weight of the world's sins on your shoulders.