#or at least when you 'log on' you're physically in teyvat

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

assigning all your characters to their expeditions, sending them to domains to farm, telling them what commissions to do- you're their Player, their User, and they all love you in their own ways, even more so now that you're here in person. but to be honest, this week hasn't been kind to you. it's just been one thing after another- small things, things that really shouldn't even matter- but they just pile up and up and up until you're left with a mountain of troubles that leave you exhausted and disheartened. still, you try to put on a mask of cheerfulness so your Characters don't worry- some of them fret an awful lot- and begin to assign their daily tasks. a few to collect supplies, another team to farm materials, a couple for each commission here and there, and finally you shoo your strongest off to fight bosses. except… "Not you, Childe. There's… something else I want you to do" Childe blinks curiously but turns and follows you, eager to find out what you have planned for him today. "So, what's the rush comrade? Is there something important I need to fight for you?" but you shake your head and pull him into your teapot, standing awkwardly before him and fiddling with your fingers. his smile fades, replaced with a look of concern when he sees the expression on your face, like you're holding back tears. "Sorry… you're not fighting anything today, just… can you hold me for a bit? life has been hard, and-" you're cut off when Childe sweeps you into a hug, running a hand through your hair and tracing your spine with the other. with a sniffle you cling to him, hands holding his shirt in a vice grip as you cry. wiping away your tears, you look up, and he looks back down at you, eyes soft and full of care. "Can you do the thing I like…?" with a small smile and a crackle of painless electro he transforms into Foul Legacy, moving to bump his face against your cheek with a purr and a lick. it draws a watery laugh from you, and he rumbles affectionately at the sound, claws returning to your hair and back. for the rest of the day Foul Legacy spends time with you, carrying you in his arms and gazing with a look of pure adoration in his crystalline eye. he's with you for whatever you'd like to do, whether it be cooking or gardening or stepping outside for some fresh air- all are met with a resounding purr from Foul Legacy as he holds your small hands in his larger talons and dips his mask down as an imitation of a kiss, even if all you want to do in the end is curl up with him and take a nap. sure, it wasn't battle or sparring. but it made you smile again, which was all the more worth it.