i want you in my arms (oh, let me hold you.)
warnings – tw death, mentions of blood, angst
characters – childe x gn reader
a/n – hehe
"you're not dying on me. not on my watch." you gasp for air, holding his hand and squeezing it. you wrap torn bits of your outer shirt around his bloodied ribs – desperately praying to whichever archon who was listening in and gazing at the two of you.
"i promised myself, (y/n)." he weakly smiles up at you, squeezing your hand so gently that you had to convince yourself he did it.
"save your words for your recovery, childe."
"i would never fall again, unless its you i fell into." says the dying childe in your arms, as he leaves the battlefield for the last time. he utters these words under his breath with such haste and hurry that everything seems ten times more painful than anything else you've ever experienced before.
"i was lost in the darkness, but i found you."
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